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jay. the boy behind the blog. most recent zygote of estelita and florencio. has been around the sun 26 times. likes hip hop, funk & jazz, lonely planet guidebooks, orwell novels, spike lee films, steamed jasmine rice, backpacking, mom's porkchops, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, independent film and music, sunshine and lime jello. has an affinity for jet-black haired asian girls with brown almond eyes and gleaming smiles, german dogs and old skool sneakers. rocks hard and fresh - day and night 'till kingdom come.
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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

here i go talkin' about those smells again.

whenever i leave the house to go clubbing or lounging or bar hopping or just shooting the shit and grabbing a coffee, it's usually the case that one of my boys comes to get me. it's usually the case that whenever we pick eachother up, we take a whif of how the other dude smells - in the event that we happen to tangle with some females that night. sometimes we get approval, other times, we don't. james is one of those boys; my homie.

there was this one time when i left the house and my mom was cooking something. no matter how much body spray i had on or how fast i zoomed from my enclosed bedroom to the outside door, some of that something made it's presence known on my clothes or hair or skin. it was most likely that smell that a lot of filipino households have - sauteed garlic and onions (it's a spanish colonial thing, you wouldn't understand). james could smell me once i got into his civic hatchback. "dude, you smell like ulam".
"word?"
"yea man."
"my bad. oh well".
"that's ok though...that shows you come from a good home".

words of wisdom from my man.
james martinez, i like your style.

going out that night was no biggie. the smells fade eventually and nobody knows who smells like what unless you're taking company back to the crib or heading to her place. besides, if i did happen to smell the smell of sauteed garlic then who knows - maybe the filipino girls in that place might have an affinity for me. could you imagine that? a flock of pinays sniffing me out through the crowd like bloodhounds.

God bless brown skin.

Labels: the daily

jay d [ 1:44 PM ]

6 Comments:

UNLESS...

you ate before you left the house and the amount of alcohol caused you to burp up that ulam goodness.

"...yo...who ate sinigang?"

By Anonymous, at 10:45 PM
ahhahaahahaha so you know, too, huh?

that especially works with longanisa. nasteeeeeee for she; good for me (it's like a second meal without the calories).

By Anonymous, at 11:00 PM
a friend of mine and i cooked adobo one time in college before watching a movie (actually he cooked, i ate) and all throughout the movie the adobo smell was creeping out of our clothes onto the noses of our unsuspecting fellow (white) moviegoers (this was in Maine). ;o)

By Anonymous, at 3:20 AM
they were probably drooling.

By Anonymous, at 8:35 AM
heeey...that james is one smart fella! oh yea, in response to your inquiry on my blog...that's my friend JR (Jonathan Raymond - he's filipino too). he's a cool dude and is super nice, that's why he's my friend :o) - he's one of the people i've mentioned to you before (part of the crew i've been hanging out with lately)...met him through Jim (my good old friend from HS)

(i'm replying here cuz you commented under the wrong blog...unless you did that on purpose)

By Anonymous, at 5:41 PM
wha'cha mean "wrong blog"? and what's this "group" you're hanging with? some kind of free-sex-exchange group you found on the net?

hey...i don't judge. do what you gotta do...ANIMAL (passionate animal)!!!!!

By Anonymous, at 5:46 PM