Saturday, August 19, 2006

And what's wrong with my hair?...

Due to unbelievable amount of free time, things that I can blog about are suddenly flying into my grey matter and asking for attention.

Like a flashing neon sign.

"Type about me!"

Yeah.

Anyway, before I lose this idea and get really annoyed at myself for coming up with something to talk about only to lose it so easily.

Which always happens.

[Insert blah-blah-blah-I-mean-c'mon-how-many-times-have-I-done-this-blah-bitty-blah-yada-yada-yada-got-to-return-to-original-topic-at-hand-before-i-lose-which-I-always-seem-to-do]

Well now that I've got that off my chest...

I haven't blogged about the box I had recieved overseas right?

Well, I recieved one from America last, last week and I had to go and get it from the post office of Valenzuela City.

Now being the clueless-I-don't-know-how-to-get-around-anywhere-without-help-because-I'm-gonna-get-lost-person that I am, I had to beg Kuya Ohna to take me to the place.

Before I forget the main reason for this, I am not blogging about the box.

I mean the box was cool and all and I really got cool stuff. And I really loved it.

Thank you the Guy.

Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about was how the culture here in the Philippines always seem to surprise me. Let me give examples.

Number 1

As Kuya Ohna and I were walking, I could see this bunch of girls giving me the evil eye.

The evil-eye-what-the-heck-does-he-see-in-her-like-oh-my-gosh-look-at-her-face-and-complexion-I-am-like-so-much-more-worthier-of-that-guy-I-mean-look-at-my-mean-kick-ass-calf-what-does-she-have-a-good-personality-please-I'd-rather-be-dead-in-ditch-than-get-out-of-my-house-with-a-shirt-like-that-and-don't-even-get-me-started-on-the-hair.

So.

I'm figuring... why do they automatically assume a person is with someone just because they're walking alone together?

Is it just me...?

Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I honestly could have sworn that one girl would have killed me with her laser eye beams if she was the girl version of Cyclops from Marvel Comics.

Number 2

During the wait for my box, me and Kuya Ohna had to wait for a while outside before I got to see the box.

Which may I just say is a very big box. You know the kind you see that people use to put their stuff in when they're going overseas or a Balikbayan Box as people would like to call it.

Yeah.

Anyway.

So me and Kuya where waiting patiently, when he points to someone who looks like a Japanese wanna-be taking a picture. Kuya told me how he knew that guy because they usually play basketball together and that that guy was going to Japan [Japanese wannabe going to Japan. Why am I not suprised?]

So I figured since they knew each other, they were at least going to acknowledge each other right? I mean if you knew if the guy was going to leave the country soon and you've shared a game of hoops with him a couple of times, you were at least going to be civil right?

He passed by Kuya Ohna and no one said a word.

And here I was sorta hoping that Kuya Ohna would introduce me to his friend.

Hey, that guy was the closest I'm gonna get to Japan and I was you know, keen on showing him that I was not impressed that he was going to Japan and I'm stuck here.

"Jana, this is [blah-blah-bitty-blah-Japan] and he is going to Japan."

"Oh Japan."

See! I was going to be cool!

But nooo. They didn't even look at each other.

I asked Kuya how come he didn't say hi to his friend and he said...

"He is going to feel popular."

I love my Kuya but wha-?

End of Examples.

I mean first showing your love for rock music on the street is taboo and now this.

Ah the great Philip of Pines.

Nothing further, your honor.

Lotsa love, Jana

Labels: Life in the form of chocolate, Philip Of Pines

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