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It’s so fucking early, and I’m fucking up. Thanks to my mom screaming that the computer should be turned off because it’s been on for 2 days already. I have no life. This computer is my life right now.
So, I ask her why she woke me up this early. She said that we have to help out with my Tito’s campaign. I think he’s running for Kagawad in their Barangay ni Sta. Ana, Manila (the hometown of Cesar Montano! Hooray! *insert sarcasm here*). Well, much as I want to help, there’s this other reason why I like going to Sta. Ana. Quiapo is just a jeep away.
Me: Pwedeng tumulong, tapos punta akong Quiapo?
Mama: Hindeeeee!
Me: Eh?
Mama: Ano ka ba?! Puro muslim don!
Me: And so?
Mama: Hindi mo ba narinig? Muslim yung nagpasabog ng Glorietta!
Me: Oh? Eh di ayos, kasi hindi naman nila bobombahin yung mga bahay at business nila ah!
Mama: Eh, kahit na. Muslim pa rin!
Me: Ma! Ang racist niyo!
Mama: Malay mo, magka-bawian.
Me: Bawian? Oh, so ang mga Kristiyano naman ang bobomba sa mga Muslim?
Mama: Ay nako, kung ayaw mong mangampanya. Dito ka na lang.
And so I did. I also realized that Mom and I were a bit racists sometimes. Here are two examples:
Filed under: Alcoholically Me, For Teh Lulz!, Storytelling, Superbad, UPLB
Ladies and gentlemen. I know present to you, everyone’s favorite blogboy in all his intoxicated glory: Utakgago also known as Kevin! Moses! Bautista! Chi-kaaahh…
Oh man, was Kevin drunk during that night. It was actually the last inuman I had for last semester. So, thanks to Kevin, Den, and her ever so loving pappie Mico, for accompanying me that night. Thanks to you guys, I didn’t wreck havoc amongst the streets of Elbi.
Actually, looking at Kevin–a freshman in the big big world of UPLB–kinda reminded me of my old days as a freshman. So, let’s hop into our Deloreans and go back through time… [Cue music: Twilight Zone theme song] tenenenenenenenenen…
