a conversation that happened during fireworks night --
new, possibly american acquaintance who just found out i'm from manila: you're filipino???
me: yes, don't i look filipino?
mr acquaintance who was allegedly an english tutor: you talk like an american. i thought you were american!
me, in shock: you must be kidding.
he wasn't.
this is what happens when one watches too much american tv. my ongoing love affair with cable was bound to bear fruit.
4 comments:
may papalitan lang akong dialogue mo dito -
me, in shock, (pero flattered ang mother): no, no, i'm not jasmine trias.
sabay bunot ng gumamela sa buhok, then cue song (ambango-bango, ambango-bango...)
Emily - this happens to me here, too. Or, variation on a theme:
her: Gosh, I mean, you really speak English. I mean REALLY.
me: As opposed to?
her: well, I don't know. I mean my dad speaks English but you know it's not his native language even though he speaks it pretty well. But you, well, you. REALLY. speak. English.
me: gee, thanks. I think.
Shyet. American. American Idol.
Andito si Jasmine Trias. Hindi pa siya tumatawag sa akin though.
I hope it bears american fruits hehehe mishuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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