SOME blogger got me tagged for a ride en route to that netherworld of self-indulgence. So, take it or leave it, here goes the buzz from my upfront dialogue with the rear-view mirror:
Which actor would best play you in the film of your life? Takeshi Kitano.
What would the title of your autobiography be? Still Grinning and Scratching My Head After All These Years
If you were a country, which one would you be? Italy by day, Japan by night
If your philosophy in life could be summarized on a car sticker, what would it say? Walking is better, but having a chaffeur is best.
If you could choose your own nickname, what would it be? Geez, this question’s Einstenian enough to rumple the remains of my hair!
If people used your name as a verb, what would it be for? For telling everyone not to take themselves too seriously
If you had your 15 minutes of fame, what would it be for? For Scarlett Johannson to tell the paparazzi that it was me who devirginized her through mental telepathy
If you could be a fictional character, who would you be? Peter Pan. Or if I’d grow up, Zorba the Greek and Odysseus.
What three qualities in a woman would be essential for her to qualify as the love of your life? Hey, wanna meet my wife?
Which TV character do you most identify with? The voice-over in the commercials
How would you describe yourself in a lonely hearts ad? Thrives well in solitude. Envious of lighthouse keepers, librarians, carpenters, chefs, gardeners and landscape artists, and directors of blue movies. Addicted to beer. A frustrated guitarist and symphony conductor. Lured but scared of the sea. And, yes, I have a lifelong crush on Nora Aunor.
If you could be an animal, what creature would you be? Pegasus
In what era do you belong? Way back where the air of innocence was struck with the soundtrack of such televised fares as Hawaii Five-O, Six-Million-Dollar Man and Superstar.
When someone asks you, What do you do? What would you like to be able to say? I aspire to be St. Augustine, thank you!
Which fashion designer epitomizes your sense of style? Would you haul me off to the nearest nudist colony, instead, please?
What car would you be? I’d rather be a tartanilla hauled by Pegasus.
What season is most like you? Rainy, the sort that drives me and my kids outside in the downpour while my wife prepares arroz caldo or pancakes and hot chocolate in the kictchen.
Where are you in life’s swimming pool? In the deep or shallow end, floating, sinking, on the diving board or in the changing room? Swimming pool? Get real, life is either an ocean or a sewer.
What song sums you up best? Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana because it sounds barbaric and heavenly at the same time
What flower would you be? Dama de noche, if not a nocturnal sunflower
What are your three best qualities? I remember. I celebrate. I believe. (Otherwise, I’d be damned!)
What three words would your detractors use about you? What three words would your friends use about you? Who do you agree with? Guess what? Reading the minds of my friends and foes alike is too presumptuous for my own comfort.
Which of the seven deadly sins are you most likely to commit? Lust and pride. (If not, I would be a saint.)
What famous person, past or present, would most enjoy your company? Bert “Tawa” Marcelo, because he laughed a lot whether he meant it or not. Plus the cool fact that he used to be an endorser of San Miguel beer. Swell!