Wrong Again
Gab and Ronald had an argument.
“Lagi naman akong mali eh! ‘Di na ako naging tama!” Gab screamed.
Ronald sarcastically said, “Hindi ah!”
Wowowee in Dubai
Ate Saffiya told us that she’ll be buying Wowowee Tickets for the Dubai Tour of Pokwang and the Gang on the 30th of January. Everyboday jumped in and handed their 60 Dirhams (roughly Php 720).
Ronald was never a Kapamilya. He didn’t like ABS-CBN shows. For him it’s too cheesy or too ‘baduy’. He’s a Kapuso Advocate. Fan of Regine Velasquez and the SOP Gang. Me? I like them both ABS-CBN and GMA 7.
So anyway, after learning that everybody will watch the noontime show, he got his wallet and joined in. ‘Ayaw n’ya maiwan sa bahay’.
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A week before the show, Lourdes, Ronald and I were discussing with ate Saffiya, what time we should be in the Dubai Festival City Grounds.
“Alas-3 ang nasa ticket pero pumunta na tayo alas-11,” says ate Saffiya.
“Ay, Ate!” says Ronald, “Late na ‘yun! Agahan natin. Dapat mga alas-8 palang nandun na tayo para nasa unahan tayo.”
Lourdes and I looked at each other, “Teka! Hindi ba ikaw ‘yung ayaw manood? Di ka naman excited? 8 AM!?”
Mmmmm….
We had an office party last Friday night at my boss’ house in the Arabian Ranches. Different nations of staff was there and the food was really good.
As I was trying a milk-based Indian dessert, I can’t help myself and said to Roja, “Mmmm… Sarap!”
“Yes?” somebody answered, it was Sara (pronounced as if the word ‘close’ in Tagalog).
I should’ve kept my mouth shut for I ended up explaining the meaning of sarap and how the dessert was good and how I was talking to Roja and etc etc.
Complicated world.
Uncle Bob and the 700 Hundred Club
I used to wear the sponge bob throw pillow with my hoodie and play around with my nieces.
After a few months in Dubai, I saw my nieces doing the same thing.
“Manang-mana sa Tito nila!”
Christmas Pan 2
Zinnia told Roja (that’s how the Indians call Roger) and I, “Orlee ‘di ba may regalo ka sa aking Frying pan!? May nagregalo pa sa akin ng Cook Book na pang pasta. Parang lahat gusto ako matuto magluto.”
“‘Di pa tapos ‘dun,” she added, “May nag regalo rin sa akin ng Ratatouille na stuff toy. Ilagay ko raw sa ulo ko para matuto raw ako magluto. In fairness, pinag-isipan n’yo talaga ang mga regalo n’yo.”
Kuripot!? Me!?
I dunno what happened but suddenly I got this reputation that I am Mr. Kuripot so when I finally decided to buy my first ‘bought not hand-me-down’ Celphone, everybody I know was shocked!
“Nerd, may sakit ka?” says DJ.
Zinnia said, “Mr. Kuripot finally bought a celphone.”
“Oh! Baka di ka na makatulog n’yan ha?!” Burn said.
Homesick Stricken
Zinnia and I exchanged emails today, even though we’re just one cubicle apart.
Zinnia: tinotopak nanaman ako ng homesick. parang gusto ko umuwi kahit isang linggo lang.
Me: haha. eh di umuwi ka. kaya naman eh. anong itinerary mo kung uuwi ka? sa 6th month mo umuwi ka. malapit na yun. march!
Zinnia: isang linggo lang no? sasabihin ko sa tita ko na nalulungkot ako para bigyan ako pamasahe. hehe…
Me: pwede. sige! dami ko ipapabili sayo: books!
Zinnia: ay hindi na pala ako malungkot
Run! Richie! Run!
Ate Richie and I chatted last night. She was alone chatting with me.
I teased her, “Ate, mag-isa ka lang d’yan?”
She answered, “Oo.”
I replied, “‘Di nga!? Sino yung nasa likod mo?”
She screamed at me in the voicechat, “Tang-!#$%%! H’wag mo akong takutin, tatakbuhan talaga kita!”
Katya the Explorer
DJ, my flatmate, recently had a Dora Haircut.
She was told that she looked like Katya Santos.
Upon arriving in the flat, she immediately asked Gab, “Bhe! Bagay ba sa akin? Kamukha ko raw si Katya?”
Gab immediately answered, “Katyara! (Kachara)”
Kachara - Hindi (Indian) - Garbage
Hanging in the Cab
Jules, Gab and I always fool around. One usual thing that we do is we kept on repeating the same discussion as if we were a long player stuck on the same second.
Jules: Kumain na ba kayo?
Gab: Kelan?
Me: Ha?
Jules: Kumain na ba kayo?
Gab: Kelan?
Me: Ha?
Jules: Kumain na ba kayo?
Gab: Kelan?
Me: Ha?
It’s an ongoing joke within our circle.
Last New Year’s Eve, the three of us shared the same taxi going to Ate Saffiya’s House in Al Ghuzais. Gab asked me something about who did something. He asked me, “Si Jules?”
I answered, “Sino?”
Gab, “Si Jules?”
“Sino?” I answered.
And that conversation went on and on. The Iraninan Taxi Driver, confused about what these Filipinos were talking about, didn’t stop himself and asked Julius, who sat infront, “What happened!?”
