WHEE! WHEE! WHEE!
Thank you Senor!
A lovely review of the Intramuros Tour by blogger Senor Enrique. Miss Chuva, please note that I finally disposed of that ugly orange bag which everyone hated. My new one is a brandless but spacious multi-pocketed leatherette mailbag bought for Php450.00 at National Bookstore.
posted by carlosceldran @ 5:22 PM
10 Comments:
ergh, in fairness to my Dutch relatives, orange is not an ugly color.
can I be an ostrich now?
=)
carlos, you look adorable ! i must take a tour when i get back there...rainbows !
@hi carlos!
i've seen you on tv several times.
i must say, you're really good at what you so. i think you're doing a great job for our heritage.
mabuhay ka and keep it up :)
I must congratulate you, you're blog is absolutely delightful. I just happened upon it and was very entertained. Well done. Also, I went to Brown in the late 80's. RISD was always a sanctuary for me...
Hi!
If you want an alternative to your new bag, you chould check out this really interesting group that were showing their stuff at the Vintage Bazaar in Rockwell Saturday. It is apparently called Graphic Designed Life Style www.teammanila.com.
They have the cutest shoulder bags (and T-shirts) featuring mostly words that suggest the Philippines. I got a t-shirt that said anting-anting along with other words that all seemed to suggest Banahaw to me — in honor of Jay. ü
I want to get Jay a bag that list down food words starting with Tinola...
I saw those bags and just thought of you... They are in sedate colors like black and olive green, though the print can be much brighter, and the average price is around P400.
Anyway, their main store is in unit 2, ecoville townhomes, metropolitan ave., makati, and the other is at the powerplant mall, independend lifestyle section on the 2nd floor.
See you soon and hugs to Tessa,
Lali
Hated your old bag. Very true.
My Mom and I will join your tour, Carlos, when she finally gets well, which I hope is very soon.
Hi Dylan. Gosh. I hope she gets well soon too.
Hi Lali! Yes. I love Team Manila. They rock. I'll pass by their store soon to check out their bags. I wear their tee shirts for some tours actually.
DON'T GO TO LOS ANGELES... DISCRIMINATION!!!
The Filipina immigrant was at her wit's end. She moved to Las Angeles/CA when she received her green card, and for the past 5 months, she has been looking for a job, to no avail. She feels confident of her qualifications (Univ of Philippines business-degree (plus extra courses in law); she already had supervisor-experience (10 people reporting to her in the Makati job she left); she even had her own blogsite) but the Los Angeles Times, Cedars Sinai Memorial Center and scores of other companies she applied to (for manager or assistant-manager position) had hired her. "Ganiyan ang Amerika, " her friends and cousins told her, "ang lakas ng discrimination!" On a whim, our Filipina immigrant applied for a bus-driver position. Boy, was she surprised when she got accepted.
After receiving several days of training, the day arrived for her to drive her official route. No problems for the first few stops-a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At about the 15th stop, two Latinos got on. The first Latino was five feet nine, the other about 2 inches shorter, but both were built like wrestlers. They had muscular arms, with tatoos, too!!! The first Latino glared at the driver and said, "Big Sancho doesn't pay!", and the two Latinos walked to the back of the bus and sat down.
Our Filipina UP-grad is five feet two and less than 120 pounds. She didn't argue with Big Sancho but she was not happy about it.
The next day the same thing happened - the two Latinos got on with Big Sancho making a show of refusing to pay. It happened again the next day, and the one after that and so forth.
This grated on the UP-grad. "Do I really have to bear with THIS discrimination? Is the Filipino the lowest in the totem pole?", she lamented, and she started losing sleep over the the disrespect that she felt. At this time, she had found a boyfriend (Ateneo-de-Davao graduate). He was quite consoling and understanding of the indignation she felt, but every night they talked about it, his advice always was "turn the other cheek". One night in an outburst, she yelled "Enough! It is time to confront the situation". She also gave her Ateneo-boyfriend to choose between backing her up or for him to leave the apartment that she was paying for. Reluctantly, he agreed.
Our street-smart UP-graduate got herself a can of pepper-spray (even practiced for 3 week-ends in using it). The plan was for her boyfriend to be on the bus when she confronts Big Sancho and the other guy, but "just in case", he asked two of his kababayan's to come along (and one brought a baseball bat, also "just in case")).
Sure enough, the two Latinos once again got on the bus and Sancho said, "Big Sancho doesn't pay!," This time, our driver stood up, glared back at Sancho and screamed, "And why not?"
Sancho stopped. He had a bewildered look on his face as again he said (but a bit softer) "Sancho does not pay. No necesito pagar." The Filipina driver screamed louder, "You will not discriminate me. Everybody pays. You have to pay!!!"
The second Latino stepped forward and said
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"Hey, sweetheart, we don't have to pay. Sancho and I have the bus pass."
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