WHO’S TO BLAME? This happened more than a year ago, you can see the original post here. I was with my then 2-year old nephew in my mum’s room when I accidentally broke the lamp on the side table. Of course, the only witness was my dear nephew. So I decided to talk to him. Yoshke: When they ask you who broke that, you say MIMI (name of his cat). Understand? Nephew: *nod* Yoshke: Yaya (the maid) forgot to close the door so Mimi entered, sat on the side table, and broke the lamp. Understand? Nephew: *nod* Yoshke: Who entered…
From July, 2007
Bababa Ba? Bababa.
I just received this anecdote from a friend, who had read this somewhere. And it made me realize how fun Tagalog really is as a language. I was in the elevator with an American. We were going down to the ground floor, but before reaching it, we stopped at the 4th floor. It opened to a Filipino. She asked me, “Bababa ba?” I replied, “Bababa.” In she went. Upon closing of the door, the American asked curiously, “I’m sorry. Did you guys just have a conversation?“ A’right. To all my non-Filipino readers, I’m gonna explain this to you. “Bababa” is…
Job Requirement: Must Be in Your Right Mind
I’ve been trying to find a job online for a week now. The job I want is just something that can fill the gap between now and me-becoming-a-diplomat day. And being naturally picky, I am really having a tough time finding jobs which I think suit me, or at least interest me. Having a BA Film degree (which is under the Mass Communication umbrella ella ella eh eh eh hehehehe), the employers who are most likely to hire me are advertising agencies, production houses, TV networks, and movie outfits. However, I’ve tried all of them and I didn’t like them. Or if I did like them, the compensation wasn’t…
Damn! I Think I Need a JOB.
Er… well… the title basically says it all.
Heart Check-up
I just received the most ridiculous text message from Frances: “Sudden realization. I think you’re in love with Astrid. I don’t know, it just entered my mind.” What the..?! Where did this come from?! Asta is an incredibly good friend. Yes, she’s very special to me, considering the ups-and-downs that we’ve been through. We’ve experienced the worst in our friendship. We hated each other so much, and now, we’re good friends. We’re close, but nowhere close to having a romantic relationship. Really. Anyways, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the condition of my heart lately. And I realized…