Sunday, August 11, 2002

I had to ask my friends with what I thought was a very good question while we were watching Bridget Jones’s Diary at Pam’shouse.

Are my breasts too far apart when I’m lying?

I was pleasantly surprised when they quickly and most vehemently defended the quality of my boobs.

Kathy: Hindi po. Ganyan talaga yan. (No, it’s really like that).
Pam: Tingnan mo ang mga bold stars, diba pag nakahiga sila akala mo mga lalake sila? (Look at the bold stars, they look like men when they lie flat on their backs.)
Leidy: Gusto mo bang ala-Rica (Peralejo) ang boobs mo? Na tipong kahit nakahiga na eh nakatayo pa rin. Ang pangeeet! (Do you want your boobs to be like Rica’s? That even when your lying, it’s still standing? That’s uuugly!)
Patwee: Oo nga. Panget kaya boobs ni Rica. (Rica’s boobs are ugly).

Since those assurances came from women with Lesbian tendencies, the confidence of my breasts soared.

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I also discovered that wearing a bra is not just as simple as strapping that darned piece of clothing on. It’s a series of complicated steps.

Step 1: You find the perfect cup that best suits you.

In my case, I’m a 36D. I have to admit that I buying some underwear is not my favorite pastime because finding the perfect cup is frustrating. Sometimes, even embarrassing. The largest cup made for the Filipinas is only up to C. I usually have a hard time finding the perfect fit. I hate it when salesladies take one look at my breasts and they would automatically say that they don’t have a size for me.

Step 2: Find bras that would support you.

Finding the right size does not mean that it’s right for you. Pam said that underwires give good support. I don’t have the slightest idea on when will I be able to tell that it’s ok na. But I do remember being extremely satisfied with my sports bra when I was in high school. Unfortunately, Triumph stopped manufacturing that model in my size.

Step 3: Wearing it the right way.

Call me stupid, but I never realized that the line that runs across my bra is actually a guide where to place my nipples. Kathy asked if my mom ever told me that. I grew up in a testosterone-dominated household. I was cheering for a basketball team in PBA long before my mom thought that I’m old enough to wear a grown-up bra. I was more concerned with my team than with what I was wearing.

Step 4: Wear it with an attitude

Walk with pride daw oh!

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In case you’re wondering where Gabby is when all this is happening, he decided to save himself from us. He evaporated to another room to read a book. Why would he do that? If I were the only girl in an all-male barkada, I would definitely stick around when they’re showing the good stuff. Some people just don’t know how to appreciate good things in life. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

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A friend of mine is in love. Am not worried of him breaking her heart. Am more concerned with her breaking his. *Evil laugh in the background. Can’t wait for the next episode.

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An Eddie Garcia movie (don’t know the title) showed Isabelle Granada as a dancer in a strip bar. Granada who looks like Brooke Shields was not dancing sensually, instead she was dancing like she’s competing for Mr. Body Beautiful and a hiphop dance contest at the same time. Anyway, Garcia’s dick rose, obviously aroused by Granada’s display. He makes the move, and he gets her. I was not amused.

It was an instructional movie on how to waste talent and beauty to feed an old man’s ego properly.

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