06 March 2013
Dear Catherine Bautista,
Can I call Kakai? Well, I already have, so there. And, well, this letter is not addressed to Catherine Bautista, but to Catherine Bautista the Kakai we know, you know what I mean.
I am a fan. I love funny people. You are witty, I see, and you have that hearty laugh that induces others to laugh as well. But admittedly, upon the advent of the 'blogtroversial' rumor, I'm one of the many who rolled eyes and went "Huwhatt? You've got to be kidding!" And there lies a collective bias.
For starters, you are in the entertainment business, a public figure, and then knowingly one who's barely a conventional beauty -- you're no Anne, Bell, or not even an Erich. Not that I'm being mean, just being honest to goodness. But acknowledge that you have character with a capital C; what you lack in physical attractiveness has gone to your bank of natural talent. (You know those strange looks being thrown at native Filipinas who went abroad and then come back home already or going Mrs. [Japanese or Caucasian surname]? I digress: But hey, the genetic engineering of the offspring tend to be artista-potential. End of digression. "Exotic," as they would be called. And that word was what you were called and what was assumed to be Mario Maurer's liking. Allow me to digress again: Any everyday Pinay would not at all seem exotic to our Southeast Asian neighbors as we in a way or two share the same Asian lineage with our Thai friends; I've also read we practically have the same bipolar weather.) Knowing your pep and energy, I can't blame the heartthrob. It's likely that there's never a dull moment when you are together.
While you have already debunked the rumor via Twitter so it would just stop, it continued that last Sunday, on The Buzz, Tito Boy rallied his support for your happiness to the extent of him declaring that "you're a beautiful girl." I PFFFT. C'mon Tito Boy! On second thoughts, though, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, isn't that how it's supposed to be?
Now you couldn't possibly care about what I think. You do not know me, I do not know you on a personal level. Better yet, I'm not here to become a poor judge of character.
But hear me out: news, nay, gossip about a small town lady dating an adorable internationally-famous piece of man meat is certainly always going to 'route: talk of town.' You both work in an industry -- you in the local stage, him in the international stage -- that's always going to be complicated. Gossips are expected. Even you are not alone with some of the foreigner linking. It just happened that you are Kakai (no offence) and the guy is THE Mario Maurer.
And so, pangs of jealousy from beautiful girls and feeling-beautiful-Mario-would-have-you-instead girls alike result. This is your effect, my dear: you're just being there for the poor rich guy, you don't mean any effect you're being there would cause and you're just happy to be there for your friend, then to the equation the circumstance of your good friend's recent break-up and exhibits evidenced by Instagram and then suddenly Are they, Aren't they? questions are being hurled at you.
Fret not, Rapunzel. Just do what you do, because I see you're doing fine, doing well. Don't mind some of us who judged you and/or your closeness and those latent sacks of crap who still do. At the end of the day, the adage "You're own happiness is what's more important" matters most. I'm happy for you. Potential Lover Mario or Just Really Close Friend Mario, dating or friendzone-d, keep calm and be happy with what you have.
Hugs for you -- and kisses to Mario,
Egay V.
P.S. I have misspelled your name in my previous post. Won't change it though just because.
Dear Catherine Bautista,
Can I call Kakai? Well, I already have, so there. And, well, this letter is not addressed to Catherine Bautista, but to Catherine Bautista the Kakai we know, you know what I mean.
I am a fan. I love funny people. You are witty, I see, and you have that hearty laugh that induces others to laugh as well. But admittedly, upon the advent of the 'blogtroversial' rumor, I'm one of the many who rolled eyes and went "Huwhatt? You've got to be kidding!" And there lies a collective bias.
For starters, you are in the entertainment business, a public figure, and then knowingly one who's barely a conventional beauty -- you're no Anne, Bell, or not even an Erich. Not that I'm being mean, just being honest to goodness. But acknowledge that you have character with a capital C; what you lack in physical attractiveness has gone to your bank of natural talent. (You know those strange looks being thrown at native Filipinas who went abroad and then come back home already or going Mrs. [Japanese or Caucasian surname]? I digress: But hey, the genetic engineering of the offspring tend to be artista-potential. End of digression. "Exotic," as they would be called. And that word was what you were called and what was assumed to be Mario Maurer's liking. Allow me to digress again: Any everyday Pinay would not at all seem exotic to our Southeast Asian neighbors as we in a way or two share the same Asian lineage with our Thai friends; I've also read we practically have the same bipolar weather.) Knowing your pep and energy, I can't blame the heartthrob. It's likely that there's never a dull moment when you are together.
While you have already debunked the rumor via Twitter so it would just stop, it continued that last Sunday, on The Buzz, Tito Boy rallied his support for your happiness to the extent of him declaring that "you're a beautiful girl." I PFFFT. C'mon Tito Boy! On second thoughts, though, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, isn't that how it's supposed to be?
Now you couldn't possibly care about what I think. You do not know me, I do not know you on a personal level. Better yet, I'm not here to become a poor judge of character.
But hear me out: news, nay, gossip about a small town lady dating an adorable internationally-famous piece of man meat is certainly always going to 'route: talk of town.' You both work in an industry -- you in the local stage, him in the international stage -- that's always going to be complicated. Gossips are expected. Even you are not alone with some of the foreigner linking. It just happened that you are Kakai (no offence) and the guy is THE Mario Maurer.
And so, pangs of jealousy from beautiful girls and feeling-beautiful-Mario-would-have-you-instead girls alike result. This is your effect, my dear: you're just being there for the poor rich guy, you don't mean any effect you're being there would cause and you're just happy to be there for your friend, then to the equation the circumstance of your good friend's recent break-up and exhibits evidenced by Instagram and then suddenly Are they, Aren't they? questions are being hurled at you.
Fret not, Rapunzel. Just do what you do, because I see you're doing fine, doing well. Don't mind some of us who judged you and/or your closeness and those latent sacks of crap who still do. At the end of the day, the adage "You're own happiness is what's more important" matters most. I'm happy for you. Potential Lover Mario or Just Really Close Friend Mario, dating or friendzone-d, keep calm and be happy with what you have.
Hugs for you -- and kisses to Mario,
Egay V.
P.S. I have misspelled your name in my previous post. Won't change it though just because.
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