The Last Of Your Last Name

     Recently, I attended our first clan reunion.  It's supposed to be a gathering of all my relatives from my father's side.  Some showed up, some didn't.  But one of the main purpose of this gathering is to know the huge family tree.  Our ancestry, our lineage, our legacy, whatever you call it. When I got back home, there was one thing that shocked me.  My dad and his brothers are the last ones to carry the name "Man-a".

Filipinos, you're proud of that?

Korea = leading in Robots
Philippines = leading in Social Media Use

Who Could Come Up With Such Stories?

So let me get this straight...

     A man sleeps on the top bunker and had some "nocturnal emissions".  His semen fell on the woman sleeping on the bottom bunker.  How it got there, I don't know.  How it got the woman pregnant, I can't tell more.  But she did!

When Friends Turn Homophobic

     It's not that I keep my preference from anyone.  Just that I don't talk much about it because I don't want to make a big deal out of it.  However, I get transparent sometimes.  A little hint here and there.  I often do so online because words are the only means of showing who I am.  Should someone meet me in person, he/she would be able to tell just after a couple of minutes.  I don't really need disclosure.  Well, most of the times.

Laugh At Your Own Mistakes... Yeah, right!

In Elementary and even up to Highschool, we have the tendency to openly laugh at someone’s error.  A classmate would verbalize the wrong answer, or perhaps a blooper in delivery, and we almost automatically laugh at him/her.  Some would even go as far as pointing fingers, mocking the poor learner.  It is here where most of the bashful students refuse to speak his/her opinion(s) and join the discussion.  The fear of getting mocked, ridiculed, or teased.  All because of this, somehow innocent, reaction towards another person’s mistake.

Complimenting On English Comprehension

     In my experience, it isn't hard to find a Korean person who speaks English at a decent level, in Seoul.  Some with a strong Korean accent, some could pass for an "international Asian" (as I heard some people say... whatever that means).

I Am Still The Golden Child

     Sunday night, I called my superior to confirm if I'm needed for work the next day. I was told there won't be much work to do but I still had to show up, just in case.  Monday, I was called to do some errands.  Pretty much worked an hour for the whole day.  Late afternoon, my superior knocked on my door.