Why it rocks to have a guy BFF

To celebrate 20 something years (and counting) of friendship with my best friend Anthony, I find it fitting to blog about him. Not only do I owe him a lot for saving my sanity during those times when I felt I was on the brink of going bananas but also for the love and support he has given me unquestioningly especially when I used to use him as an alibi every time I go out at night. hehehe Mom eventually found out and since then, she would make sure she's at a hearing distance when Anthony and I talk.
 

20 years of amazing friendship and counting - thanks for putting up with me!

I have been proud to say my best friend is a guy - a straight, testosterone-fuelled guy, since I was in Grade 5. We grew up in the same neighborhood and the weird thing is that he has the same nickname as my brother and I have the same name as his younger sister. See Best, we're destined to be friends and you're stuck with me until you grow wrinkled and gray and I'm still fabulous at 60! Kidding aside, I know you have to put up with a lot of s**t with me so this blog post is one way of showing you how much I appreciate your friendship all these years. Sniff, sniff...

Why does it rock to have a guy for a best friend? Lemme count the ways.

I remember Camembert!

I'm not really a food blogger. I eat in vast consumptions but I don't actually see myself a food critic. I guess it's because of the fact that I don't have a very adventurous palate. Each time there's a new restaurant in town, it would take a loooong time for me to try it out. I tend to stick to familiar flavors and places. I look for food that will speak to me and the taste to leave an unforgettable flavor in my mouth I have no choice but to have it again. It will have to be an epiphany, a learning experience that will shatter my food prejudices.

No homework, no cry

I am a child of that time where the definition of being "intelligent" was only limited to whether you can do mental Math or you can spell "floccinaucinihilipilification" without batting an eyelash. Never mind if you're good at music, sports, arts or what-have-you, back in the 80s it just didn't fit the bill. My parents jumped on to the bandwagon and set a study routine for me - on my first year in school. I still remember this pink cartolina posted on the bedroom wall where my schedules from Sunday evening to Friday afternoon were written. I was only allowed two hours of play on weekday and no TV except on weekends. I was scared of the punishment so I never tried disobeying my folks. The schedule was also imposed on my younger brother three years later but they didn't have much success with him.

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The Boss and his comment

D'Arcy read the post I wrote about him and he sent me this reply via Facebook. Thank you Boss for hopping on to my little corner in the blogosphere. Keep well!

"Hi Lany Girl, I am overawed at the magnificent tribute you have so beautifully written about me. I gave you nothing you did not already have, all I did was give you the opportunity and encouragement to show the world what you are capable of doing. I am very proud of what you achieved on BEAM and at SMI and know that I will remain happy in the knowledge that in a small way I may have helped you realize your full potential and that you will go on utilizing your exceptional skills and abilities for years to come. Good luck to you Lany Girl." :)

The "Boss"

 "Leaders should influence others in such a way that it builds people up, encourages and edifies them so they can duplicate this attitude in others." - Bob Goshen 

Today or make that yesterday, October 5th was World Teachers' Day to celebrate the individuals who were instrumental in shaping who we are today - our teachers. I have done a blogpost in 2010 honoring my Philosophy teacher in college Mr. Jose Maria Tomacruz or simply Sir Nonoy for teaching me the value of hard work. This year it was an easy choice who I want to pay tribute to. He was a teacher but not my teacher and he taught a subject in school I was not crazy about. My mentor and yes, my hero - Ian D'Arcy Walsh.

Prodigal blogger ME

I am a prodigal blogger.

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I discovered blogging back in 2006-2007 when my office mate Red told what it was and invited me to make my blog then he will host it for me. Without batting an eyelash, I listened intently to his "sales talk" and to a 26-year old career girl so eager to prove her worth, I saw blogging as a means to conquer the world, to let my thoughts be heard and to put to practical use what I learned in college. I didn't know what to call my blog, I need to have a catchy title. Something that would make people want to read whatever I write, something that would make me famous. Red suggested Drama Queen - you know, girls who sweat even the most minute things, someone who has a lot of "kadramahan" in her life. That's how Confessions of an Urban Drama Queen was born.

Supermarket shopping with an "umph"

Grocery shopping just got a little better with the opening of the newest branch of SM Supermarket at SM Lanang Premier. The leading food retailer we, especially mommies, have come to love for its wide and fresh choices offers Davaoenos a little bit more.

The new SM Lanang Supermarket promises to give shoppers an all-new lifestyle with fresh trends and more choices with its personalized customer assistance, exciting promos, new products and sophisticated services. Last September 27, Davao Bloggers were given a special tour around the 5,000 square meter supermarket and introduced to us the services we have all been familiar with plus new innovations to make our supermarket shopping more comfortable and budget-friendly. Okay, Ina-Tay is loving you already.



Davao bloggers at the special SM Supermarket Lanang (photo courtesy of blogging couple Cris and Ace Nierva)



Allow me to give you a run-through of what to expect: