and so, there i was in bed (the club) last sunday sitting on a couch – smoking, drinking and being a wallflower, as usual – when this guy sitting beside me asked me, “you’re from hong kong, right?” i was like, “huh???” so he repeated, “you, you’re from hong kong, right?” and i said, “no….” he then asked, “so where are you from then?” i replied, “uhm, mandaluyong.” at first, he sounded really certain about his remark but when he heard my reply, he was so surprised that he even asked for his friend’s opinion. and so he went, “hey anna, doesn’t he look like he’s from hong kong?” with all glowing smiles she answered, “oh yes, he does.”

how the heck does a person from hong kong look like?!?! well, apparently i look like one, but i don’t understand how one can distinguish that! i can perhaps identify who’s chinese, who’s japanese or who’s korean; although sometimes i still even mix them up. but someone from hong kong… c’mon, they’re basically chinese, for chrissakes! how can you tell just by looking at a chinese guy if he’s from beijing, hong kong, singapore or someone who grew up in ongpin?!?! it’s like distinguishing an ilocano from a crowd of capampangans and bicolanos!!!

which reminds me, last january, joa and i were walking along the streets of dc, looking for a place to eat breakfast, when a homeless guy asked me for a buck. since i’m kinda scared of homeless people, i paced up my walk and just shook my head to say no. then the homeless guy blurted, “damn you, bruce lee!” and kept on muttering. hahaha!

boy, i’ve always thought that i’m mestizo. i guess i got recessive genes from my mom then. or is it because of the constant squinting of my myopic eyes? i have big eyes kaya! hmmm....