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Megan Reeves Shares the Girl Code

You’ll instantly recognize smart eyes when you see them. Playing as the tough, witty and charming FBI agent working as psychological profiler in Numb3rs, Diane Farr (aka Megan Reeves) snatched and held my attention pretty longer than brainy Amita (Charlie‘s love interest).

Finding out Megan Reeves’ real-life character didn’t come as a surprise. She’s the chic that has spent most of her career working with men, not quite far from her role at Numb3rs, the only woman agent daily delving into crime puzzles and solutions. She happened to be chemically intertwined, though less physically compatible, with Charlie’s dearest colleague and friend, Larry Fleinhardt.

My New Fave: The Girl Code

There’s more. This fab and brilliant fella has written a book entitled “The Girl Code: The Secret Language of Single Women”. She dedicates the book to all the women who need to take a break just for laughs and to reach out to their equally great yet struggling single friends.

Browsing the first few parts of the book made me love Megan, or Diane, more than I used to. I’m just a tad sad that she’s not part of Numb3rs Season 4 – I don’t think anyone else could fill her place. I’m sure I’ll miss her clever conversations with Larry. More so, her fine flirting, rough gun-fighting, and psychoanalyzing would be utterly missed!


Walang Pilipinong magpapasalamat kapag nabasa ang Tagalog na saling-wika ng CLOSED (SARADO PO) sa desk ng teller sa Etisalat Network outlet sa Deira City Center Mall. Hindi ko mawari kung dulot lang ba ng pagod ko, dahil lagpas alas-9 na nang dumaan ako para magbayad ng internet, kaya nag-init ang ulo, namula ang mga pisngi, at bahagyang napaangat ang kaliwang kilay ko.

Etisalat Outlet (Deira City Center mall)

Pagkapahiya? Pagkasuya? Pagkainsulto? Dapat ko bang ikatuwa na kinikilala ang lengwahe nating mga Pilipino dito sa UAE? O dapat ituwid ang isa na namang pangmamaliit ng kapwa pa man din natin Pilipino sa kaalaman natin sa Ingles?

Hindi na bago sa akin ang mga estrangherong ibang lahi na nagpalipad-hangin, nambabati, at nang-aayang sumakay sa sasakyan nila gamit ang pinulot at inensayong salitang Tagalog tulad ng “Kumusta ka?”, “Saan ka pupunta?”, “Anong pangalan mo?” “Maganda.” Madaling iwalang-bahala ang mga ito. Ngunit ang paalalang, nakasulat pa man din, “SARADO PO” ay malinaw na pangmamaliit sa kakayanan nating umunawa sa simpleng salitang Ingles na “CLOSED”.

Meet Mr. Word Star!

What makes one a star? Florists hinted me I must be one. ASTER (a flower shaped like star) is my birthmonth flower. Yet lately, I learned that “ASTER” doesn’t always do one any good, like dis-ASTER.

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“Dis” means “against” and “ASTER” is a Greek word for “star”. People in the ancient times believed that their destiny is ruled by the stars. (Wait, so trusting Zodiac signs is so primeval a practice?)

Staying on topic, when what happens to us is against what we hoped for, then the stars are said to be against us. When the asters (stars) leave the sky (and most likely, the moon disappears along) we see nothing but darkness – we apprehend disaster.

Should we pray we bump with PROASTER instead? Well, there isn’t a word as such. Wait till I become an etymologist, semanticist or philologist and I’ll list this word among the most wanted and needed vocabulary item. Speaking of stars, let me introduce you to my noontime word guru – Norman Lewis.

Everyday I’m with him, I keep gushing and hugging myself mentally hoping we had met physically – in another time, perhaps another place. I want to ask him the secret for his zest for “word archaeology” – his tireless digging, endless gathering and flawless sharing of words -unleashing their great wonders and powers.

If you happen to visit the nearest bookstore, pick his creation: Word Power Made Easy. You’d be elated you did. My copy is an old, seemingly grimy one, but I’m a proud keeper (and of course, user!) of this book handed over from three generations, by a professor- workmate, Prof. Salting.

Did you catch my drift? Though I love my antique book, guys, I won’t refuse a new hard copy. 🙂

Aawitan Kita sa Disyerto

What’s the best way to beat the chilly, hilly and lonely desert Safari?

Getting Ready for the Camp

Some Pinoys, who had the mind and heart for real fun, thought a live band would be the best answer. Joined by Filipinos and some non-Filipinos of motley backgrounds, this sing-along by the bonfire never ceased till dawn in the midst of Hatta Desert Safari. Setting off from Dubai in the direction of Hatta and Oman,we quickly found ourselves in the desert scenery. We’re soon off-road and some 4×4s led us through a thrilling trek to the campsite.

Campsite at Safari

Upon unloading the four wheels, we were all greeted by a spine-chilling (literally feeling the cold from our back) wind that never subsided till 9AM. Setting up the tent shouldn’t have been so laborious if we had brought the necessary camping tools (but who would remember to bring enduring flashlights, comforters, sleeping bags, and knives at the height of excitement?).

Setting Up the Tent

Surprisingly, the coldness had not reached our souls that night, instead many of us were clad with spirits of familiarity and camaraderie. You seriously wouldn’t have enough time to get to know the names of everyone – had you the aim of doing so. Most Pinoys/Pinays I’ve met were nine-to-fivers seeking a change of environment, one even simply said she just wanted to try sleeping under the wide sky of glittering stars.

The Campers


The Art of Splitting

Don’t we all just split infinitives without giving it a thought?

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To unconscionably cut a relationship is NOT an artful way of ending it. To subtly break someone’s heart requires some skill, style — and a bit of courage- especially when the reason behind it is a new-found flame. The same is true for splitting infinitives.

I believe it’s perfectly all right to consciously split an infinitive (a verb preceded by “to”) if it adds strength and clarity to the sentence. Bold writers habitually insert adverbs between “to” and a “verb” no matter how many times dogmatic grammarians criticize such phrases as “to never kiss” and “to awfully forget” (the way moralists crucify philanders or polyanders [note: I just made up this word]).

Even the best partners have to get by living separate lives, so do the preposition “to” and the “verb”. Their bond is not restrictive but flexible to split ups. I bet you won’t find fault with  “to eventually succeed”, “to completely fail”, “to hesitantly smile”, and “to quickly remember”. So shall we stop worrying about infinitive breakups?

Our Brown Envelops

“Who would you be 10 years from now?” was the theme of our Values Education writing activity under Mrs. Bernardino (III-Rizal) sometime in 2001. Of course life-altering questions could only be brought up by Values Education teachers back then.

To be honest, I forgot what I wrote and hid in that brown envelop yet Madeline Piloton said she could still remember what I put on the paper (I was hardly aware she was peeking at my lengthy composition). Probably I thought everyone else was as preoccupied as I was narrowing down to a few words our own rosy, and lofty dreams. Mrs. Bernardino said we could come back after 10 years and open those dream cases (our brown envelops) to surprise ourselves.

The quicksand timer halted. Who would have thought time could be this quick and strict? Perhaps, my third year classmates, and batch mates, who have done the same activity, are also wondering what they have written and hidden in those brown, maybe dusty, envelops.

Can You Find Me? (Clue: My hair isn't too straight.haha)

We are certain not to see a perfect match between our composition and the real fate that overtook us. If you do find the life path you crafted (back in third year high school) unfolding into your real life now, you truly make a great fortune-teller!

Do you crave to know how you used to think? Whether you have taken this task seriously, or not, you would still be curious to know who you “were” back then. So here’s a challenge to Mrs. Bernardino: can you still hand in those envelops we’ve lent to you for ten long years?

(A Trial Post for my High School Alma Mater: Lagro High School – Payatas Annex)