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GDL Opening Sale [Jun. 13th, 2007|01:42 pm]
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You are invited by Team Manila [Jun. 13th, 2007|01:32 pm]
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TM / GDL New Location [Jun. 6th, 2007|02:02 pm]
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NEW ROCKWELL [Apr. 12th, 2007|04:28 pm]
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NEW TEAMMANILA TOTES [Apr. 10th, 2007|02:30 pm]
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New GDL Shirts for March 2007 [Mar. 26th, 2007|10:21 am]
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Stop the presses, my accent is spilling [Jan. 8th, 2006|08:53 am]
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"Oh, her accent comes out when she's angry. Or unaware of it."

---My mom of my Novo Ecijano accent (ala eh!) to my Bicolana Aunt who was wondering why I dont have an accent.


Sometimes it takes ten people to point out a flaw. That's just the kind of person I am, I'm terribly stubborn and I have selective hearing. I block things out. If that doesn't work, I obsess about one thing I don't like about myself until it goes away. Well, approximately ten people have pointed out that I have an accent. Yes, my dreaded Pinoy accent comes out when I speak. Whenever I say "the", it sounds like "dha". Eeek!

What call center will hire me now?

In this day and age when culture is ammunition, a thing like that shouldn't bother me. YOU GOTTA RESPECT MAH ROOTZ, YO, I *AM* FROM THE MOTHALAND. Translation: English is not my native language. But for some reason, it does. Maybe because I've seen My Fair Lady and the rain in spain stays mainly on the plaaaain. If not for my being an English Major, it's because I've been told that I barely, or don't, have an accent when I speak American English. Or TV English, as I call it, as I've acquired the non-accent upon watching way too much American television.

Yeah sure. You can tell me I should be proud of my accent and all that jazz. But sorry, from now on I'll be self conscious of my "th's" and "d's" and might have to take speech lessons. No bleeding aktibista can convince me otherwise. Then again being the lazy fuck that I am, I'll just fall right into it and blame it on the motherland. Da rain in spain stays mainly on da plain. There. I'm happier.

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Leaving for the first time. [Jun. 7th, 2005|08:07 pm]
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[music |Tom Waits - Lost In The Harbour]

Sometimes I wonder if I'm making the right decision. Then I realize it's too late; I've already passed up a wonderful opportunity to study at Ateneo, I've already accepted the offer of a college education abroad, and because of that, for the first time in my life, I'm going to spend 9 months every year half a world away from my family, friends, and basically everything I've ever known to study in Ohio, where it's cold, flat, and different. Very different.

Some days I feel excited, glad that I'm finally leaving, glad that I'll finally get to explore new lands. And some days I wonder what my life would've been like if I'd chosen to stay. I assume this is natural, and that this is the stage that precedes the total panic that will seize me once I've got one foot on that plane, sure that the following step will be the last one I will make on my native soil.

I'm still trying to grasp the colossal changes my moving will result in. Right now, I'm still overwhelmed by the mere fact.
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Carl Lost Manila [May. 28th, 2005|09:20 pm]
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I think the challenge as a new Manileño is how to keep your cool in everyday situations. After being away for 4 years, lots have changed and a lot has remained the same. On the way to Burger King, a mere 10 small Manila blocks from the house, I think I blew my cool several times.

While riding the jeepney to buy my lunch, the driver suddenly got out of the jeep while it was in the middle of the road and took a piss behind one of the telephone poles. While ordering at BK, the stupid team leader and manager put the cashier who was serving me on the line. They asked her what value meal number 5 was. Instead of punching in my order, she got flustered and got a lecture from the two señoritas. On the way home, some guy from KFC was splashing water on the pavement. I almost got wet. further along, I passed by where the jeepney driver pissed and it looks like that people constantly piss on that spot. utter disgust. Down the road, I later saw two motorcycles driving on the sidewalk towards me, since it was the sidewalk, I naturally had the right of way, but those two bastards drove as if they were the kings of the sidewalk. When I got home to eat my burger, it turned out to be goddamn small. grrr.

It's not even noon and my day's already full of small hitches I can do without. I firmly believe that these small stupid things would cause my early death. I have to find a better stress ball.

and talking about Señoritas, there exists this Señorito complex among the people of southeast asian countries. People in this part of the world love to be above someone else and be called Sir or Señorito. This is something I hope I lost while I was away and I still find it weird when someone calls me Sir eventhough they're older than me.

Being away from Manila changes you and being back in Manila will certainly change you again.
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