…aside from the fact na naliligo kami araw araw

Occurred: Nov 2008
Written: Feb 23, 2012

Hinahanap ako kanina nung kateam ko. Nagbiro yung anap na katabi ko at sinabing mahirap daw akong hanapin dahil maliit at mukhang bata nga ako. Nakitawa na lang ako kasi di naman ako pikon. %$@&*^ talaga, di ako pikon. Okay lang yun dahil likas naman sa ating mga Asians na mas bata ang itsura kumpara sa edad natin. Ang mga caucasians kasi, medyo mature ang itsura nila. Sa Pinas na nga lang, mukha na akong bata, dito pa kaya? Ahem!

i’m a little alien, i’m an englishman in new york! – update II

Occurred: Feb 16, 2012
Written: Feb 16, 2012

May pizza party kami last week dito sa office. Dangan kasi’y kami ang nanalo sa aming paligsahan. Eto ang nauna at pangalawang kuwento ko tungkol dito. Andami naming pizza. Higit sampung malalaking pizza boxes yung nakita ko kanina sa lamesa. May mga soda rin. At eto pa: na-sweep din namin ang individual awards. May nanalo ng kindle fire, kindle touch, $25 amazon gift cards, etc. Ako? Sinadya kong liitan ang rating ko para di ako mapansin. Ayaw ko sa limelight.

Random Things I learned Last Week

Occurred: 7th week of 2012
Written: Feb 17, 2012

Juan Luna. I just learned that Juan Luna is a murderer. As Ambeth Ocampo narrates, “In a fit of jealousy, anger and other emotions that mixed into a lethal cocktail called rage, Luna shot and killed his wife Paz and his mother-in-law Juliana Gorricho. He also shot his brother-in-law Dr. Felix Pardo de Tavera who tried to intervene, Felix survived with a wound on his chest. So sensational was this story that Paris feasted on it, but it is seldom mentioned in our textbooks where Juan Luna, the artist who created the moving allegory of the colonial condition “Spoliarium,” is memorialized as a patriot. We cannot have a murderer as one of our National Heroes, so the story has been retold with Luna “accidentally” shooting these women through a locked door he tried to open with a revolver rather than keys!”

The Night I Almost Died

Occurred: College Days
Written: Feb 15, 2012

Recto. Naglalakad kami ng barkada ko papunta sa Sampaloc ng hapon na yun. Matutulog kasi kami sa apartment ng isa pa naming barkada dahil sabay sabay kaming mag-aapply ng NBI clearance kinabukasan. Nasa tapat kami ng Isettan Recto nung may biglang humablot sa sumbrero ko. Paglingon ko, tumatakbo na ang bata. Huminto siya nung malayo na siya at nang-uuyam na winawagayway ang aking sumbrero. Noong una, nagulat ako pero napalitan agad ng galit at gigil.

Corruption 101: Foreign/Dollar Deposit

Occurred: Feb 10, 2012
Written: Feb 10, 2012

Kung ikaw ay isang drug lord, smuggler, kidnapper, corrupt na politician/judge/public servant, magnanakaw etc., saan magandang itago ang iyong mga nakulimbat?

Dattebayo!

Occurred: Feb 9, 2012
Written: Feb 9, 2012

Fuck! Napaiyak ako habang pinapanood ko to kanina. I’m such a crybaby! Wuusss…

Thank You.

Isang oras ako magmamano neto…*

Occurred: Feb 4, 2012
Written: Feb 4, 2012 

After 5 months here in the US, nakapagsimba na rin ako sa wakas. Ilang buwan din akong naghanap ng simbahan dito. Akala ko noong una, malayo ang simbahan and lately ko lang natuklasan na meron pala sa kabilang ibayo ng downtown. Eight blocks from my apartment to be exact.