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"san na u? hir na me."
I swear. Something's definitely wrong. It's been always a pleasure hanging out with people who speak alien language. No, not particulary foreign but the bastardization of Filipino and English language. It's not taglish (Tagalog-English). It's something similar with a touch of gay lingo. Something is wrong because I'm getting an unusal amount of these kinds of conversations on a daily basis. Examples:

- Adiktus Pekinesis na naman ang drama nyang babaeng yan.
- Walang pera ang beauty ko! Hindi tama.
(Thanks Audrey for the line!)
- Kawawa the poor people.
- Fayatolah khoumenei yung bagets
- Paahbolous!

And...

Q: What do you call an ugly Filipina (Pinay)?
A: Aglipay.

Q: Ano ang tawag sa gwapong foreigner na may kasmang Pilipina panget?
A: Sagot, Success story.

- By someone from AISEC in Celadon room. He was chatting with a Korean exchange student while the rest of us were busy listening to every word he was saying.

I swear, hindi ko kinaya. I feel quite devastated knowing the only funny thing I can pull of is Ms. Annabel Rama's "Ropaaah" accent. I mean that doesn't even run romotely parallel with this breed of language. I'm mastering the the Visayan accent though. Must have patience. I'd rather have that accent that adapt to the conyo language popular among kids these days (e.g. "Ang Paaahni mo!"). So there, pare.
konti pa
Well things are starting to get better, at least. That's something to be grateful for. Yes, I think I'm very near getting back on track, maybe be not on a high note, but I'm getting there. Alright. Enough drama. I must not lose momentum.
who am i
Eric thought he has found what he's looking for (like the U2 song. lol!). These days, he's not even sure whether he's actually looking for something. And, he's tired of riding on other people's dreams, assuming purposeful identities. He figures life's not about how we think we figure in the "larger scheme of things" (thus, "The Identity Myth"). Rather, it's about finding what compels and weighs us down to live another day, and pursuing just that. He chronicles various life happenings alluding to the identity myth, because in the end he recognizes that obsessing about it is inevitable, and human (and sometimes pathetic and shallow). Oh, he's undecided between survival and bliss (like the Alanis song). And his favourite pastime is to fluctuate between despair and hope.