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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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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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Joie de vivre! [May. 7th, 2005|07:07 pm]
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As the plane touched down in Vancouver at 1:20 p.m., I felt so excited seeing the white mountain caps from above. I've been away from Canada for a year and as much as I love Asia, I missed the Canadian landscape. It's really ironic how one can feel the beauty and warmth of Canada with her snow caps and frozen lakes.

Spent a day walking along Robson St., having a cup of latte with two friends from Burnaby/South East Vancouver, going to Richmond malls, dining at Red Robin (which made me wonder if Red Ribbon was its inspiration, or vice versa), driving around Shaughnessy Rd., keeping a watchful eye for Goldie Hawn or Kurt Russell, who apparently walk their dog every afternoon along their neighborhood. The weather was gorgeous! It was a sunny 18 degrees celsius that day and the people left their cocoon to enjoy the outdoors. I saw some people wakeboarding along the Pacific Ocean and I wished then that I was spending more than a day in the city so I can try that as well. But I was so excited to leave the town as well and go on with my journey so I can reach home at last. Before that though, I went to buy some smoked Pacific salmon, which is Vancouver's must-buy. Then off to Montreal.

As the plane touched down in Montreal at 7:13 a.m., I felt like I belong here. A year of absence made me miss the city, big time! I left my family, some friends and a big chunk of my life here and I am glad to be back even for just two weeks. I appreciate the place more, now that I live in Singapore. I know that I will always want to live here and this will always be my homebase. I might go here and there, but will never permanently abandon the city. I feel the same way towards Manila. I will always call it home. I will always feel at home, both in Manila and Montreal.

Today, I drove around the Old Pointe-Claire Village and visited the small mom-and-pop stores by the lake. It was so beautiful. Had a scoop of ice cream at Wild Willy's, together with my mom and niece. You know you're in Montreal when people go out of their living rooms and pig out on ice cream when the thermostat reaches 12 degrees C! While it's considered the freezing point in other cities, it is the melting point in this town.

(to be continued -- crossposted from my journal)

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