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November 08, 2005




absolutely lurve your blog!

people who know me can't understand why i drive "fancy" performance cars if i don't use 'em to woo women. why is it so hard to believe that i drive them because i really enjoy them?!?!

thanks, gigi. :-)


oh, and i also wanted to add that i'm your opposite. there was a time when i could tell the year, make, and model of a car even at night just by the light configuration. it makes me wonder how i was able to do this but can't remember the common law elements of contract without looking at a cheat sheet. bleah.


Gi, you mean to say the owners left their car unlocked? Wow! But that was a damn funny story!

I used to be like you, back when I was going around with my ex-boyfriend in the Philippines, who was a car fanatic. It was inevitable that some knowledge would rub off on me, but it was only when I finally got one of my own that I really started to learn a little more about them. They're still mostly just means of getting from one place to another, but I have to admit that I adopted my ex's habit of naming his cars. (My favorite was his ancient Beetle named "The Senile One".) I don't call my cars by their name, though. Somehow they never really stuck, and it never sounded natural in conversation.


Ohmygulay Gigi, the owners of that SUV must have gotten the shock of their lives too seeing a stranger get into their unlocked car. =) When I was still in school, I'd wait for my "sundo" by the gate. One night it was raging and pouring rain when I saw my "sundo" from afar; when the car got nearer I quickly rushed to it, jerked the door open and hopped in. Horror of horrors, there were strangers inside looking at me astonished. And then I realised that it wasn't our car. I think I even soaked their car seat wet because I was didn't have an umbrella.

I'm not much of a car fanatic as well; model and make doesn't do it for me. As long as it has a/c and power-steering, I'm set... doesn't even have to be an automatic. Although I must admit that I prefer bigger cars, just so I have this "I'm the king" feeling while on the road. But eversince I started going out with Andrew, who is an absolute car aficionado, I've learned a thing or two - mostly re: sports cars though. Only at a glimpse of the shape of the car, he'd know the make and model. What I found bizaare before was that by the sound of the engine accelerating and revving up of some cars, he'd know what they are too. According to him, there's a clear difference between the sound of a Porche and a Ferrari. Now, go figure.



You have a very cheeky husband!!! lol :D


My partner Al hates cars. If the public transport system here was ok, he'd much rather commute. Come to think of it, so would I. First of all, there are too many cars on the road, then they contribute to the pollution which is creating this greenhouse effect which is screwing up the world, and just simply, he'd much rather walk and get some exercise (or bike ala Vietnam or Amsterdam). When I lived in London, walking, buses and tubes were the way to go (I guess NYC too) and I wish it could be the same here.

And I'm like you - when I try to describe this person who now has 4 SUVs, I say, "He used to have just a blue car!"


Didn't mean to be a downer for the car lovers :)


I think that was my car you got into the other night....Just kidding! haha Gigi that was hilarious! I had to link you to everyone to read that. Just the other night I was at a restaurant and the valet pulled up in what I thought was our car - nope! Thank God the owners' had quickly stepped forward to the door or I would have yanked that puppy open and sat down wondering if that was the original scent. I don't know the model or color but I associate people, scents, and cars cause you know people's cars always smell different inside. Haha but that was a very very very funny.


Ohhhh that was funny. I know how you are with cars. Even remember giving you a ride in my 240 when I first got it. All you cared about was the A/C.

I know where Jovs' Andrew is coming from with the sound of a Porsche and Ferrari and now motorcycles too. I can notice a Ducati from blocks away.

I remember all the cars you had since CSUN days too and which ones I worked on.

But even I have lapses. Christy has a grey '03 Honda Accord. I've tried to open the wrong Honda door at malls too. Good thing that those doors were locked. =^o^=


Hi BlueEagle - I believe you. And you also read Playboy for the articles, right? :)

Hello Anna - I tried naming my car once, but I just couldn't get the hang of it. I guess I've just never had that kind of bond with a vehicle before.

Hi Jovs - My hubby's just like your Andrew -- I don't know how he (and others like him) manages to remember specs of different makes and models. I suppose the good thing about his being so informed is that he can't make up his mind which dream car he wants to buy; he changes his mind almost every week so he never actually buys anything. :)

Hi Duke - Yes, he is. I think he married me just to guarantee he'd always have someone to tease, pick on, and play pranks on -- for life! And I never learn.

Hello Chiqs - Same here: if LA had an efficient public transportation system, I wouldn't drive unless I absolutely needed to.

Hi Lyn - I just don't pay enough attention, so I keep getting myself in embarrassing situations. Like one time inside a (dark) movie theater, I sat down and noticed the seat was more padded than usual. Then I realized I was sitting on a guy's lap!

Hello Gar - Well you know me more than most people do, after all! I can't believe you still remember all the cars I've had -- I just remember silver Honda, white Nissan, blue Honda, silver Saturn, and whatever car I happen to be driving now (I don't even remember the model names/numbers!). And yes, A/C is a must -- and preferably it must be able to turn the inside of the car into an arctic zone. :)


I am just like you, grrl! Here's my imaginary scenario of Nikki being questioned by cops:

OFFICER: Did you get a good look at the vehicle, Ma'am?

NIKKI: Oh yes, it was very... car-like.

OFFICER: Make and model?

NIKKI: Um, well, I make a mean bolognese sauce? And I'm a big fan of Tyra Banks.

Honestly, since the only cars I can really recognize on sight are Volkswagens and Mercedeses (Mercedi?), I can only serve as a scene-of-the-crime witness if said crime is committed by quite rich people.


Gi, that's not so bad. My mom went on a night out with one of her girlfriends and decided to drive. She borrowed my car. When they got back home, she asked me to drive my Tita home. So off to the driveway I went to check on my car and it wasn't there! In my usual parking space was another car with the same make, model and color as my car, as well as the subdivision association's sticker. My mom insisted it was my car and I swore that it wasn't. She even complained to me about not keeping the car in condition - hello, it wasn't my car! So, I brought her to the car and showed her the multitude of differences, including the strength of the a/c. Finally convinced, she asked me to take my Tita home anyway. No way would I have done that in "that car" and with the Philippines' shoot to kill carnapping law.

So what happened? It turns out my mom forgot where she parked, clicked the remote several times to "listen" for the car, saw another car that looked just like mine, clicked the remote again, then kicked the car when it wouldn't respond. After that, she tried the key, the lock opened and they proceeded to drive off to finish their night on the town. Since all of this happened in Makati, they drove by the police station many, many, many times that evening.

To cut the story short, we called the subdivision security, who were kind enough to drive me back to the parking lot. Sure enough, my car was sitting there all by its lonely but safe self. They also located the other residents who own the "stolen" car. Ironically, because of the carnapping law, they couldn't drive their car for a whole month!

The story goes on with the car owners relating that the police asked the bystanders if they saw who took the "stolen" car. Their response: "Sir, mga amasona po!" Yup, "amazons" as in the female members of the communistic NPA (New People's Army)party! Then one of the security guards chimed in, "E, hindi po pala mga amasona, mga matrona lang po pala!"


Hi Nikki - I can spot Benzes and Beemers only if I see the thingamajiggy with the logo on their hoods. And of course I can spot a VW Beetle any day. I honestly think a cop's worst nightmare would be to find out there were witnesses to a horrible crime, who saw the crooks get into a car and drive off -- and discover it's you, Dean, and me.

Hello Yey - Oh lord, I don't know what would be worse: driving off with the wrong car like your mom did, or being described as the "matrona" who did it.


hahaha! my uncle loves playing practical jokes too. =)

i have a problem with license plates too. i can't tell how many times i've had to make sure that it was really my mom or my dad in the car.


"But in case you're interested, I know exactly what was being featured in the Old Navy display window. After all, I walked by it several times while searching for my ride."

This tells me what your real priorities are! :)

I'm a guy and I don't really care much for cars. Anything that will bring me from Point A to Point B in comfort will do.


Ayayayyy YEY, you mean to say that your car keys worked on someone else's car? Oooops, I hope that no one got offended with the "amazona-matrona" comment. *toinks!* =p


Hi Sarah - Same here. I don't know my license plate number either. I'm sometimes tempted to buy one of 'em personalized/vanity license plates just so I don't forget -- but I don't want to pay for it. Oh well.

Hello Paul - You know it! :)


Hey Gigi. The personalized plate would be a good idea. You can label it, "MY CAR" and then you'll never forget. Or "WHOS CAR". Then when the officer asks, Liscense plate ma'am? you can say, Who's car? hee, hee, hee


Hi Jovs! Yes, the key worked. It turns out that for older Japanese cars, there comes a time when the locks deteriorate and like model keys can work on more than one car. Scary thought! I felt so bad for the owners of the "stolen" car, but hey, we made new friends with old neighbors!

But to respond to yours and Gigi's comments about the "matrona" and "amazona" references, the two ladies actually laughed about what they were called. In fact, they laughed about the whole situation for days. So, no harm done except for our neighbors, who were really great sports about the whole thing.

To tell you the truth, I was secretly happy that nothing happened to my car. With my mom having pressed the remote lock on and off repeatedly, she could have left the car unlocked and anyone could have walked away with my built-in electronics.

Well, all's well that ends well, but I can't ever describe the incident as much ado over nothing!

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