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Pacquiao As Our Only Topic

During our Brazilian honeymoon, we tried real hard to communicate with our fellow tourists. We, of course, only speak English so only those who are willing to speak to us are the only ones we can speak freely. Most tourists were Hispanics or Portuguese-Speaking.

One time, we met a Mexican couple who was not able to speak English.
I asked them, “Habla Ingles?”
They answered No so we just looked at them and smiled courteously.
We told them, “We, Pilipinas,” then pointed at them, “You?”
“MEHICO.”
Then we just smiled, “Ahhh Mexico!”
Then without anything to talk about, they just screamed, “Pacquiao!”
“Yes! Pacquiao,” we answered and then screamed, “Barrera!” and that’s it.
It was funny and sad at the same time.

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Posted by on August 22, 2015 in Journeyman

 

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Asians in Brazil

In Brazil, I would always get the occasional “Arigato” or “Nihao Ma” maybe it’s the eyes, maybe it’s the nose.

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“Akala ko pa naman makaka-blend in tayo dito, hon.”

 
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Posted by on August 22, 2015 in Heartbeat, Journeyman

 

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I’ve Been To Your Country

StonedAfter seeing a Britton colleague after my Europe Leave, I told him, “Hey! I’ve been to your country.”
“Really? Where there?” he asked.
“Everywhere!” I said proudly. “London, Edinburgh, Loch Ness…”
“Oh! I’m from South Africa.”

*awkward silence

 

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2014 in Journeyman

 

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Donde Est Parc Guel

After our trip to Sagrada Familia, we wanted to see other Antonio Gaudi creations. First thing in mind was Parc Guel.

Since most of the Filipino words that we use are lent words from Spanish. We managed to understand locals when we speak to them.
Thanks to “Donde Esta Santa Claus – Oh Where is Santa Claus song, we knew that ‘where is’ is ‘Donde Esta’,”

After coming out of the metro and walking a few yards and still cannot find the park, we had to ask one local girl, “Donde Est Parc Guel?”
For which she answered, “Dos cantos derecho… eh arriba.”

I translated to Mitch, Atong and Ronald, “After two streets, takbo tayo ng mabilis pakanan!”
After reaching the second street, I grabbed Mitch and ran the steep street, “Dali takbo, Hon! Arriba daw.”

We managed to reach the park after walking the “Arriba street” and taking a bus.

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Coming back to the hotel, we googled, “Arriba: To ascend.”
“Paakyat pala ibig sabihin ng arriba!”
We all laughed.

 
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Posted by on November 28, 2014 in Journeyman

 

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Mannekin Pis

After seeing the grandeur that was Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, Spain, we headed next to Belgium and see the Atomium and the famous Mannekin Pis.
For Day 1 of Brussels, we managed find the old town. We were amazed by the old architecture then asked for directions for Mannekin Pis. We read that it’s only near old town.

When we saw the peeing statue only Mitch was able to say was, “Yan na yun?!”

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Posted by on November 27, 2014 in Heartbeat, Journeyman

 

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Spanish Dula-Dulaan

“Madali lang naman mag-Spanish eh,” I told Ronald, “Bakit ayaw mo magsalita?” We were in Spain and basic words are understandable. Numbers are the familiar. Basic terms are comprehendible.

“Ayoko,” he admitted.
“Why?”
“Para kasing nagdudula-dulaan,” he answered.

“Dula-dulaan?” I wondered.
Atong laughed and explained, “Kasi di ba sa mga play sa Pilipinas, sinakop tayo ng Spain kaya puro Español ang salita.”

“Por que!”

 
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Posted by on November 27, 2014 in Dubai Friends, Journeyman

 

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Amats

1939473_10204220534386197_7253192645995971251_nAfter trying some Happy Brownies in Amsterdam, I kiddingly told Atong and Mitch, “Pare heavy may Tamats na mako.”
I said TAMATS by playing a pun on the word Tama and Amats. Then it dawned to me and asked them, “Baligtad pala ng Tama yung Amat.”
“Yun nga yun!” Atong told me.
“Hala! Ngayon ko lang nagets.”
“Ano akala mo dati yung amats?” they asked.
“Akala ko parang gutom… Pag di ka kumain nagugutom ka. Pag uminom ka may amats ka.”
“Nay!” They both screamed.

 

 
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Posted by on November 6, 2014 in Dubai Friends, Journeyman

 

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