One’s values

Years ago, Formidable mother — by her marriage a doyenne of the Cavite “de buena familia” — in her trademark “habito de Lourdes” [ a plain white dress, usually of Swiss cotton, with a light blue sash that devotees of Our Lady of Lourdes wear ], visited an elegant Cavitena lady friend who had just separated from her husband whom she had caught having — what else — a torrid affair.  Abroad, no less.

Until then, elegant friend and her husband had been living the dream.  They had four wonderful, intelligent children.  They resided in a vast house in Forbes Park.  Their luxurious home was filled with an impressive Filipiniana Collection:  the masterpieces of Old Filipino Masters and classical Filipino antique furniture.  Their garage was crammed with current model Mercedes Benzes and BMWs.  They owned thriving corporations, factories, and lucrative commercial real estate throughout the city.   They traveled luxuriously every year.  They had an absolutely wonderful life.  Until husband wandered away…

Formidable mother spewed smoke from her solid gold tar guard and urged her friend:  “But why don’t you just reconcile???  PITY YOUR *pause*… COLLECTION!!!”

You heard right.  Formidable mother didn’t advise elegant friend to reconcile with philandering husband because of the usual children, the usual family, the usual society, the usual morals and values,  the usual church, the usual God, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.  Formidable mother — no stranger to an unfaithful husband — advised elegant friend to reconcile with philandering husband because of their marvelous art and antique collection!!!

Fortunately for Formidable mother, elegant friend’s philandering husband was a gallant man who refused to take his half of the collection and insisted that it remain with his ex-wife in trust for eventual distribution to their children.

Values really differ from one person to the next…!!!   😛   😛   😛

Too funny for words, really.

*LOLOLOLSSSZZZZZ!!!!!!!*

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2 Comments

  1. Enrique Bustos said,

    January 3, 2010 at 5:43 am

    “”Bebe Lammoglia was one of the brightest in her high school class of 1941 in St. Scholastica, and married the brilliant Dr. Leonides Virata, who was in Columbia during the war; he got an honorary degree from Philippine Women’s College they teased him by calling him doctora); he was Vice president of Phil Am Life and taught Cesar Zalamea all he knows; succeeded as President of the Philippine Chamber of Industries; and then served as DBP Chairman and the Secretary of Commerce.”
    “Bebe is descended from Italian forebears, and as such is known to be a bit quarrelsome. Every so often she waylays with the accusation a definite time and place she records in her notebook, a remarked that she drove her husband to drink by her constant nagging.”
    “But one thing about Bebe, long before any of us had the nerve to tell Ferdinand Marcos to his face that he is a louse, Bebe Lammoglia Virata dared. In July 1976, after Leo Virata died, in a funeral mass attended by President Marcos, Bebe reportedly responded to Marcos’ brief remarks, by saying that her husband was an honest man who did not dip his fingers in the public till, and that the administration of Marcos was unworthy of her husband.”
    “Good ole Ferdie almost did a backflip, and murmured angrily that Bebe was a termagant, an impertinent termagant shrew. Imelda never forgave Bebe, and forbade her from ever stepping into the Palace. If only for this, Bebe deserves the Legion of Honor She was the first woman to tick off the Marcos. From then on every Filipina had it in for Marcos, till finally Cory did him in.”
    “Still angry at the Marcos Administration, on the way to his final burial place in Cavite, where Finance Minister Cesar Virata and the rest of the clan awaited for some funeral ceremony, Bebe reportedly told the driver of the funeral car to proceed ahead, almost running over Cesar and leaving him by the side of the road, more speechless than he usually is.”
    “Later that year, Bebe complained: ‘Before Leo died, the banker Pablo Roman sent us one roasted cow every Christmas; this year after Leo died, he sent us a chocolate cake. Next year I bet he will just send us a muffin.'”
    “When Pablo Roman heard about this, he was offended and swore he’d rather die than send Bebe even a muffin. God must have heard him because before Christmas came, Pablo Roman did die a merciful death, leaving in his will not a single muffin for Bebe Lammoglia Virata.”
    “A few years ago, Bebe’s elder brother who owned the ‘Cucina Italiana’ in Padre Faura, died. Bebe’s family had a typical Italian funeral. Everybody quarreled with everyone else in what turned out to be a riotous spaghetti fight.””

  2. April 21, 2008 at 12:25 am

    I love it.


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