Newspaper.
It’s time to officially start my countdown. I’m going back to Singapore on Friday!
Anyway, I went with my parents for some meeting with their new business partner (my mother’s best friend) and of course, it was a terrible ordeal for me as I had to sit down with them and do practically nothing but to listen to them talk about business prospects, money, numbers, and forecast of their future profits. Well I hope those forecasts turn out to be real money soon. It was a breather when I discovered that there was a newspaper beside me. As usual, I started my newspaper ritual by throwing away the classified ads section first, then reading the business section followed by the editorial section (the most boring sections first), and then the lifestyle section. The main article was about Mike Myers’ new movie, the Love Guru. Now, after his mojo finally waned in his Austin Powers franchise, he decides to grow SOME facial hair and dress up like an Indian to be a, guess what, a LOVE guru. He looks kinda cool actually. But then as I started reading the article I wondered if all lifestyle writers are just simply fascinated with penises as if they have never seen one before O.O, if all of them are just penis-envy O.o, or if all of them are just interested with Justin Timberlake on his speedos *.*. WTH, half of the chunk of the article on the first page was all about it! If they talked about the Love Guru’s it would have been an interesting read then. Ha ha.
Anyway, I continued reading the rest of the newspaper and I found this ridiculous poster in the first few sections of the paper.
Pinoy Idol?! $^(#$@%??!
As far as I am concerned, we already had the Philippine Idol before, with Mau Marcelo as the winner. It was a good show; the only letdown was that it was shown in ABC5. Really really annoying. And now here’s another version of the same show, and they’ve given it a different title. It sounds bad actually. Pinoy Idol.
Haha imagine if you’re talking to a Singaporean friend.
“Do you know the Pinoy Idol?”
“What? I don’t think so.”
“Pinoy Idol! U know, PINOY idol?”
“Pinoy Idol WHAAT?! I dun understand you”
“You have a Singapore Idol version here righttt. So in the Philippines, we oso got.. Pinoy Idol!”
“Philippines Idol?“.
“No lah. Pinoy Idol. PEE-NOY.”
“Pinoy? What’s Pinoy? Must explain properly!”
“Ah, it’s a slang for the word Filipino. It’s what Filipinos usually call themselves.”
“Ah! Aiyoh! it’s in Tagalog righttt??” (pronounces it as ta-galog)
“Yes. It’s the Filipino version of American Idol.”
“Oh! Philipino Idol!!”
“Y-yea–yeah.”
Why did those Spanish colonizers have to name my country after their king who died of syphilis.
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another quiz!
List 6 things you would like to say to 6 different people without mentioning their names.
1. beer.
2. hallucination.
3. bankruptcy.
4. december.
5. visitation.
6. craziness.

Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.