:: That there is always somewhere to go even when you feel like there’s none. Hero Angeles found his refuge in Walang Tulugan; thanks to Kuya Germs. Please don’t crucify when I say I don’t know if he’s still there.
:: That the besugo-look is a testament of one’s ginormous wealth. Cristina Decena (I’ll be damned! She is the wife of Ariel Villasanta?!) , Philip Salvador’s ex, is the living proof that what comes with wealth is one serious trout-pout 😉
:: That being married to the likes of Manny Pacquiao is a sure way to be rid of looking like your twin. For life. I’m pretty sure Jinkee’s parents now have an easy breezy time telling one from the other.
:: That you simply have to have guts and sing. Loud and proud (and off-key). Take Anne Curtis. She’s a self-confessed non-singer but she has an album, did a concert, did a tour of sorts and now, she’s singing on every endorsement that will let her, both on tv and radio.
:: That being as tall as Eddie Gutierrez can be a serious liability especially if all you wanted to do is to hide under one of the tables at The Heritage Park’s dining area during Mang Dolphy‘s wake.
:: Lastly, that no designer wardrobe and accessories can cover for an outrageously trashy behavior. I’m sure you don’t need a name for this one. She makes me so proud that I have a mother who in spite of not finishing school and does not dress in expensive clothes has manners that will not shame us like this woman does her family.