1. Talent shows have less contestants these days. – On a daily basis, there’s always a food photo (scrambled
eggs, <beef, chicken, pork, seafood> pasta with hotdogs, and fried rice)
where a friend comments something like “you deserve to start a food business” and
the owner of the photo discreetly agrees with him. Generally, we only aspire to
be any of these three: actors, singers, OFWs. Facebook tells us that if we can
follow recipes then we can be successful restauranteurs, too. No audition/placement
fee needed.
2. The Philippines is now the most blessed nation. – From chocolates given by superiors to
scheduled annual bonuses to cheap airline tickets, there is a drastic increase
of blessings in our country. Gifts, salaries, Starbucks planners, and post its
are now tagged as graces from Heaven. Following this trend, if we surprisingly voted for the right Barangay
Captains (which we’re expected to do anyway), we’ll probably be on our knees
singing hymns of praise.
3. There are no prodigal sons and daughters left in the world. – There are no bad offsprings on
Facebook. We all live in ideal homes where kids and kids-at-heart (20 and 30 somethings
who are still dependent) are their parent’s dreams. Honestly, there’s too much “I
miss/love/thank you <insert relative here>” being posted online that I freaking
feel bad about trying to be the best son offline.
4. What happened to rice and pancit? – SLRs have replaced rice and pancit as the staple of every
Filipino event. From birthdays to weddings to funerals, there’s always a Canon
or a Nikon with a battery grip hanging from a guest’s neck. While I’m all for quality images, I do think
that it is awkward for a photo of a coffin to have a photographer’s watermark.
Facebook is
changing my beloved country. And if it goes on like this, I might lose my
sanity.
Cue “The
Twilight Zone” opening theme.
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The past few
hours were surreal. For someone whose phone was stolen, I felt relief. I
realized that she had a soft spot for me. I found comfort in knowing that she
felt bad I got robbed. The attention she was giving me was driving me crazy.
After the
event, I asked her if she could have breakfast with me before going home. She
agreed. We had fun. She was very kind to me. Thank you, pre-teen snatcher. Being
with her was driving me crazy.
We parted
ways. We boarded buses going to opposite directions. I kept seeing her. She was
everywhere. She was the bus driver. She was the other passenger. She was the
traffic cop. She was driving me crazy.
When I
reached home, I waited for her sms. 2 hours passed, there was still no SMS. Did
she forget about me? Was that our last date? 3 hours passed. She sent an SMS.
She was about to sleep. The uncertainty was driving me crazy.
I didn’t
sleep. I was awake for almost 36hrs. I kept thinking about our next date. I was
excitingly planning how to enjoy the Incubus concert with her. It was a few
weeks away. The anticipation of being with her again was driving me crazy.
I waited for
her to wake up before I fell asleep. Love was driving me crazy.
Cue “The
Twilight Zone” opening theme.
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| Jollibee Breakfast. Kit was wearing the UP Shirt I bought for her. |
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