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An Ode to DD

Well not quite an ode. A few paragraphs to be exact.

The man asked why I hadn’t named him in my favourite bloggers and friends post a few weeks back. A silly man I tell ya. Doesn’t he realize that his place in my heart is a special one? He’s had quite a few stories to tell which include me and I think it’s time I returned the favour.

I first met DD in early 2000 when we both worked in Lowe, then Lintas together. A large, dark, well-dressed, slightly overwhelming man, who didn’t wear undies on Friday just for kinks. His arguments with David Blacker were legendary and we’d all pop out along the corridor to hear them. But come 5 pm the 2 of them would be at Old Joes getting drunk together like the best of friends, albeit with some cutting remarks from David which DD would opt to laugh off instead of starting yet another war. It’s from these 2 that I learned the value of not taking advertising personally. We argue in this industry like cats and dogs, but some of us know how to walk out of one of them and still stay the best of friends.

DD told me once that we nutters in the ad industry take ourselves far too seriously. It isn’t this year that I finally began to grow tired of selling soap for a living and began to realize the wisdom of his words. We have brainstorms, we strategize, look for insights into the human psyche… all to sell soap to the masses. I for one have stopped taking my job seriously and I have DD to thank for it. I like my job, I do it well, it pays the bills. That’s it. My life, my real life has nothing to do with the advertising world anymore, unlike years ago.

A bunch of us would go to Old Joe’s after work at least 3 times a week. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a super homey place located on the St. Joseph’s College compound with excellent bites and arrack galore. At 19 or 20 my disposable income was virtually non-existent and most of the time the likes of DD would foot the majority of the bill, reminding the rest of us broke ‘uns that he was also young once and it’s no reason to miss out on all the fun. I’ve had some excellent memories drinking with DD that went on for years and every day we’d sit down together, I’d come away with a new experience.

On my 21st birthday I was at work and way too broke to have a party. I remember he was at home and called me asking me to just drop work and turn up at his house. A bunch of us sat in his living room getting drunk all afternoon. It was the nicest way to turn 21, I tell ya!

But we’ve had our share of legendary arguments as well. We’ve screamed at eachother along the corridors of Lintas and I’m sure he thought I was a right-royal brat at the time, but I wasn’t one to keep quiet and would stand up for my convictions which I do hope he managed to realize even then. But with DD, even the arguments were fun because he’d bring a new, albeit ridiculous perspective to the disagreement just to flummox me, leaving me gaping at him open-mouthed and furious that I had let myself get trapped in a nonsensical argument.

I love ya DD. And I miss having you around a lot more than you realize. Come home soon?


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I made a comment to DD about my heart having behaved like a bull in a china shop in the past. And I have let it do so way too many times in my life. Don’t know how the comparison popped into that tumultuous little membrane of mine, but once it did, I realized I was absolutely spot on.

What kind of an idiot actually walks into certain disaster and still doesn’t care? Picture my heart raising both her hands up. It adds to my guy-like behaviour actually. The go-ahead-and-take-a-chance-and-throw-caution-to-the-wind aspect of it. I behave like a man and then react like a little girl. A frightened puppy who wants to whimper in a corner for the rest of her life, after I knew right from the start what the outcome would be. Its safe to say that there are some things girlish about me then I guess. Probably the 33% mentioned in my previous post na?

I do this on the off chance that my gut and every fibre of my being are possibly wrong. What happened to my intuition that never lets me down? How could I have disregarded everything that I have known to be gospel truths about me and gone ahead and made a right-royal fool of myself too many times? In the midst of the growing up process that I was forced to face over the past year, I have realized that what I have proudly displayed as my strongest asset is my weakest. At least when it comes to my happiness.

My heart is as strong as an ox when it comes to the people I care about. But she seems to have no concern whatsoever about herself. She lets me get hurt time and again, when I have always known the inevitable outcome before I set out on my little journeys to make a fool of myself.

I like my calm, safe place. Its issue free and full of friends. So I’m leaving well enough alone. Not just this time. For all times might just be the best options. I know that feeling when it seems like I’m heading for disaster and before it comes a-knocking, I’m changing the locks and shutting down the china shop. This bull’s being sent into hibernation.

And while we’re on the topic, here’s a song to that heart of mine called Eye in the Sky by the Alan Parsons Project

Don’t think sorry is easily said

Don’t try turning tables instead

You’ve taken lots of chances before

But I ain’t gonna give anymore

Don’t ask me

Because that’s how it goes

Part of me knows what you’re thinking

Don’t say words you’re going to regret

Don’t let the fire rush to your head

I’ve heard the accusations before

Believe me,

The sun in your eyes made some of the lies worth believing


I am the eye in the sky, looking at you

And I can read your mind

I am the maker of rules

Dealing with fools

I can cheat you blind

And I don’t need to see anymore  to know that I can read you mind


Don’t leave false illusion behind

Don’t cry, I ain’t changing my mind

So find another fool like before

Because I ain’t going to live anymore

Believing some of the lies

While all of the signs are deceiving


I am the eye in the sky

Looking at you

I can read your mind

I am the maker of rules

Dealing with fools

I can cheat you blind

And I don’t need to see anymore

To know that I can read your mind 

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