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CALLING CARD

February 26th, 2007 by charlottedianco

SOMETIMES it’s amazing how a small card can change a situation in a blink of an eye.

These two incidents happened very recently. In real life huh!

SCENARIO 1:

My friend K and I went to the mall one afternoon to see another friend who was part of the production team of a fashion show. We were in jeans and simple clothes because we didn’t go there for the event but to speak to our friend about something. Our friend saw us and introduced us to the director- who just nodded. And since there was still an on-going show, we decided to sit for awhile and wait. After about 30 minutes, we thought it was time to leave. Just when we were about to go, as a courtesy- I said goodbye to the director and gave my card. We were already walking towards the exit area of the show when the director exclaimed- "You’re from the media!" I turned around and smiled at him.

"Why didn’t you tell me that you’re from the media!" He looked at the card again. "You’re a writer!"

"Yes." I turned back to my friend, ready to resume our exit but the director grabbed my arm and asked us to follow him. I was puzzled but was too surprised to even react. Then my friend and I found ourselves seated in the VIP area.

When the director introduced me (us!) to the PR Manager of the event- 3 waiters immediately appeared and were all over us. The next thing I knew- a popular TV Host / actress was seated next to me. My friend K noticed the sudden "special treatment" and gave me a wicked grin. When we were left alone in the table, K whispered to me- "So everything changed after you gave your calling card huh?"

We looked at each other- we looked at all the food- and burst out laughing.

SCENARIO 2

I attended a party with my friends K and LR. I was introduced to this male fashion designer by LR. After the hi’s and the hello’s, he gave me a card. I wanted to give him my card as well but I ran out of it. Three weeks later, our paths crossed again- in a fashion show last Saturday.

I was sitting in the VIP area waiting for some friends when I heard this male fashion designer whispered (it was loud enough for me to hear from across the table): "That girl looks familiar." (referring to me).

My friend/client LR, who was just a few steps away from my chair immediately answered: "Oh! She’s my publicist! I introduced the two of you in a party."

I saw the fashion designer giving me the Oh-I-remember-look so I smiled at him, took a calling card from my purse and handed it to him. I thought that was it. I was talking to the person next to me when the fashion designer exclaimed: "You’re a writer of MOD?!"

I looked at him again and nodded.

"Are you serious?!" He was looking at the small card then looked at me- perhaps waiting for me to say "No, it was just a joke!"

So I answered back "I’m afraid I’m serious. I really am a writer."

"OH! I thought you were just a… publicist- as in publicist! I didn’t know you were a real writer! I like MOD! I grew up reading that."

By this time I was already blushing since I noticed that people from another table were listening to us attentively- like we were announcing the State of the Nation!

"You should attend my event, dear! I’m throwing a party!" he continued.

And when the show was about to start- he approached me again and said "Hey! Are you okay? Sit with us! Come on!" I just thanked him for the offer and decided to stay with my friends. It was just hard to adjust to his sudden sweetness!

Sigh….. cards. Hahahaha!

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OVERRATED

February 23rd, 2007 by charlottedianco

I’ve been cursing inside the theater for two consecutive nights. The reason? Overrated films. Grrrr.

First was The Fountain. I should have known it was just another weird film trying to disguise as an art film. At first it was interesting- but after five minutes- I realized I made a huge mistake. Okay- I got carried away by Hugh Jackman’s appeal- but he wasn’t enough to save the movie. And I thought the problem was with me because I didn’t like the film. Most of my friends complained as well (one even called me up through my mobile phone to agree with me that it was indeed one of the worse films ever).

Apocalypto. The title says a lot- I should have listened to my instincts. Sure- it was a Mel Gibson film- but it was torture in capital letters. I didn’t mind the subtitle- after all- I’m used to reading subtitles when watching foreign, non-English films. But all the brutal killings and morbid scenes totally freaked the daylights out of me. It didn’t help that I was with my gay friend when I watched the film- we spent more than half of the film gasping and cursing Mel Gibson. It was stressful!

Earlier today, another friend was asking me to watch 300 and Number 23 and I quickly said NO without moving my lashes. No way! I will never watch films that are disturbing. I’ll stick to romantic-comedy and feel-good movies.

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