Melting Pot
My concept of six degrees of separation has been taken to the next level.
Just a disclaimer before anything else: I did NOT invent that concept.
My brother Ace works at Pulp magazine. As of today, I shall call his office "The Melting Pot".
(1) When he got his job, he ended up working with Luis, one of my *other* brother's (Jabes) closes friends from high school. That's...26 years ago, when he graduated from Pisay. Their group called 'Utol' still met regularly for frisbee games and gimiks.
(2) Kuya Ace's drummer's girlfriend, Bernie, works at Pulp, too. She happens to be Kuya Jabes' friend, too, from one of his old "offices" (he doesn't *have* an office as a freelance stage manager...).
(3) Bernie knows James. James is the keyboardist in Kuya Tim's (my third brother) band.
(4) 'k... Lemme write something that could be an exerpt for my next novel -- which is coming out in 20 years. harhar -- right here:
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The scene opens in my room, Saturday morning. I had just gotten home from LB when Kuya Ace knocks on my door.
"Hey, doin' anything?"
"Not really," I say as he goes to lie down on my bed and fiddle with the stuff on my headboard. This is the obvious sign that he's just hanging around in my room for no reason. So I just let him be as I fix my things from my bag and onto my desk.
"Hey," he said again, "someone at the office knows you."
I felt one of my eyebrows involuntarily rise as I totally expected him to suddenly laugh and yell, "Psych!"
He didn't.
"Oh?" I said. To me, it was highly unlikely.
"Yeah. He was playing something Japanese in the office. I asked him what it was, and...it was something I didn't know. Obviously."
"Obviously."
"I told him my sister likes anime, too...And you like this singer...Otadu...or something."
"Utada."
"Right. And he goes, 'ah, right, right...'"
A pause.
"And?"
"And he asks me what my sister's name was. I said Sarah. And he goes, 'O~h, so Sarah's your sister?'"
"... Well, duh. Didn't you just tell him that?"
"Yeah, but he goes, 'Sarah as in the tall girl wearing glasses and has a friend named Sara, too? And they attended Quezon City Science High?'"
OK. That was accurate to the point of being scary.
"So..." I said, "his name is...?"
"Charles Tan."
"..."
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My goodness. I hadn't seen Charles forever, and there he was the whole time, working with my brother. I said it once, I said it twice, I said it a gazillion times.
And I'll say it again: SMALL WORLD.
Just a disclaimer before anything else: I did NOT invent that concept.
My brother Ace works at Pulp magazine. As of today, I shall call his office "The Melting Pot".
(1) When he got his job, he ended up working with Luis, one of my *other* brother's (Jabes) closes friends from high school. That's...26 years ago, when he graduated from Pisay. Their group called 'Utol' still met regularly for frisbee games and gimiks.
(2) Kuya Ace's drummer's girlfriend, Bernie, works at Pulp, too. She happens to be Kuya Jabes' friend, too, from one of his old "offices" (he doesn't *have* an office as a freelance stage manager...).
(3) Bernie knows James. James is the keyboardist in Kuya Tim's (my third brother) band.
(4) 'k... Lemme write something that could be an exerpt for my next novel -- which is coming out in 20 years. harhar -- right here:
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The scene opens in my room, Saturday morning. I had just gotten home from LB when Kuya Ace knocks on my door.
"Hey, doin' anything?"
"Not really," I say as he goes to lie down on my bed and fiddle with the stuff on my headboard. This is the obvious sign that he's just hanging around in my room for no reason. So I just let him be as I fix my things from my bag and onto my desk.
"Hey," he said again, "someone at the office knows you."
I felt one of my eyebrows involuntarily rise as I totally expected him to suddenly laugh and yell, "Psych!"
He didn't.
"Oh?" I said. To me, it was highly unlikely.
"Yeah. He was playing something Japanese in the office. I asked him what it was, and...it was something I didn't know. Obviously."
"Obviously."
"I told him my sister likes anime, too...And you like this singer...Otadu...or something."
"Utada."
"Right. And he goes, 'ah, right, right...'"
A pause.
"And?"
"And he asks me what my sister's name was. I said Sarah. And he goes, 'O~h, so Sarah's your sister?'"
"... Well, duh. Didn't you just tell him that?"
"Yeah, but he goes, 'Sarah as in the tall girl wearing glasses and has a friend named Sara, too? And they attended Quezon City Science High?'"
OK. That was accurate to the point of being scary.
"So..." I said, "his name is...?"
"Charles Tan."
"..."
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My goodness. I hadn't seen Charles forever, and there he was the whole time, working with my brother. I said it once, I said it twice, I said it a gazillion times.
And I'll say it again: SMALL WORLD.
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I heard you say it just last Thursday.. XD
Posted by
Lester
CHARLES!!
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O__o Charles works at Pulp?
Last time I met him was Dec.4 at the UP-AME con thing. I think he was selling indies for a friend... forgot what it was, tho. haha.
Posted by
ame
Uhh... Wow. Whenever I see him he's always saying "Where's Sara/h?"
Sooo.. yeyeye
Posted by
miii