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Tuesday, October 17, 2006 |
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A (Birthday) Memoriam
Everybody has their own inclinations.
Whether your nostrils have been genetically engineered to a career in armpit research or you have a congenital penchant for developing new rashes, the fact is, we are all good for something.
Enter Leslie.
My quasi-robust, full figured friend.
While she can easily be spotted with her amazing set of lifeboats* (some women just have floaters), her schizophrenic hair and her knack of bringing-down-the-house attitude, this Joyce Jimenez-Diana Zubiri hybrid has made her mark in the field of, well, cuisine. (the eating portion).
She has this food rule book, *in her head*, where she systematically categorizes food, ingredients, occasions, events and schedule into a mental Excel food file. While the rest of her generation are engrossed in the careful science of mascara application and wardrobe selection, her preference falls on the mix and match of food variations. When dining with her, you have to particularly care of what you order because you will not hear the end of how your food choice is palatably illegal.
She has mastered the field of Food history and can summon at will her own palatal personal experience. Though its best you listen to her since her incoherent fleet of thoughts can lead you to totally unrelated topic.
Moreover, beyond the skill that is her tongue, Leslie has remained to be one of the most generous people I know. Probably one of the fewest people I know who selflessly aims to please as much people as she could. Her humor may be not of this planet, but her bubbly day-at-a-time philosophy has been a breath of fresh air when all we long for is to speed up the 15-30 cycle of yuppie living.
She may have fooled people into thinking that I have converted her to the dark side, still her kindness and sunny disposition is enough to make someone like me do projectile vomiting. I will make her evil. Someday.
A quick stop at Tiendesitas. Then Late Lunch at Dampa Sa Libis. Usual Suspects: (Chaffeur) Ron, Stevert (decoration), Tracy (portable food disposal unit), Darz (maniniyot), Byron (the rock star) and Leslie (the financer/bouncer).
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 4:21 PM  |
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Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
