Na naman.

If you look up the words "Anjo" and "Jamie" in Google, at the bottom of the first search page and in the succeeding pages you will see news about Anjo's divorce to his wife. True story.

Haha ANYWAY. Di ako stalker. I was doing the search because Jim told me if you do that one of the hits is going to be my blog. Testing lang. Thankfully mukhang wala na naman, harharhar >:)

So. After months and months of restraining myself... I called him. I convinced myself there was no other way to close the bug so I called him. And can I just say?

I SOOOOOO need to move on. Haha baket. Ang kyut ng boses nya sa phone e, nakaka...

... haaay. :) Sabi ni Jim anlandi ko raw makipagusap kay Anjo sa phone. Ang masasabi ko lang ay... mas malandi si Anjo, hihihi ;)) Yun lang!

One point to whoever guesses what this means. -> CONGRATS JP!

I blogged about this last time (link here), and after careful consideration, I would like to declare Jan Patrick Sunglao as the winner of the one point prize. Jp responded with the entry:

and I am happy to say that he was right on the money. :D

Hehe nagbati kami ni Jimness after three long months. Tae ka kasi Jim antagal mong makipagbati.

So, congrats ulit Jp, hope you enjoy your one point. I know I am. :)

Fuck coffee.

Di na naman tuloy ako makatulog. Alas-kwatro y medya na paksyet. Mabubuhay na lang ako sa StumbleUpon.

Kaka-stumble ko nakarating ako sa isang page tungkol sa Hiroshima bombing nung WWII. For some reason sobrang interesting read sya - siguro kasi Pinoy tayo, malamang ang mga lolo't lola nating lahat may kwento tungkol sa panahon ng Hapon, at nakakatawa hindi ba, na halos lahat ng nagbabasa ng blog ko ay nasa Japan ngayon at araw-araw kadaupang-palad ang mga Hapon.

Pero seryoso. Mapapaisip ka e. Andaming comments dun sa article, both for and against the bombing. Mato-touch ka dun sa iba, manghihilakbot ka naman sa iba. Hindi mo alam ang iisipin mo dahil Pinoy ka at may ideya tayong lahat kung ano ang sinapit ng Pilipinas sa kamay ng mga Hapon - pero at the same time, 60 years after the war, andito tayong lahat, nakikisama at pinakikisamahan nila.

Antagal ko na sa Japan, pero isang beses ko lang narinig mula sa isang Hapon yung tungkol sa WWII - sa isang lasing na lolo na chinika kami sa bentohan habang kumakain kami. Humingi sya ng sorry sa amin nina Dulce at Angel, dahil daw dun sa mga napatay nilang Pinoy sa Leyte ata. Gutom na gutom na raw kasi sila, pero ayaw daw silang bigyan ng pagkain ng mga Pinoy, kaya pinatay nila, sabay demonstrate kung paano nila pinatay: pa-bayoneta pa ata. Syet brutal. "Gomen, ne," sabi nya. Si Dulce na-touch sa sorry nya; ako hindi, kasi I suspect lasing lang sya at hindi nya alam ang sinasabi nya. (At siguro kasi tinanong nya kami kung ano raw yung "sex" sa Tagalog - pota napagkamalan pa ata kaming Japayuki.) But anyway.

I am torn between the fact that the Japanese performed unspeakable atrocities during the war, affecting my family, and most certainly yours too, directly - and the fact that I am now living in Japan, adapting to the culture, learning to love its people. So many questions. Should I be angry? I'm not. The war was 60 years ago. Almost all of us had nothing to do with it. Should I feel guilty because I'm not angry? Shit baka iniisip ng mga ninuno ko binabastos ko ang mga alaala nila. Does this explain my love-hate relationship with Anjo? Hmm, iba na ata yon.

ANYWAY. Hindi ko napigilang mag-komento sa artikulo. Ang kulit kasi ng reply ng mga tao. The link is here. Good luck.

One point to whoever guesses what this means.

Yun lang. :)

The End.

So Dulce and I were taking my yosi break during lunch at the yosihan, bitching and huddling together because it was so frickin cold and shit, and then Lunch Guy comes along, says hi, explains his swollen left eye and turns to go, right, so he says,

"じゃ、ランチガイは帰ります。" (Lunch Guy is going home.)

...

There were no words. Literally. I went, "Huh?" I thought I just misheard him or something, and he started laughing, and it still wouldn't sink in, and I asked him to repeat what he said, and he just went on laughing and laughing. So finally the reality of it all sunk in and the three of us were laughing our heads off, probably pissing off the other Japanese guys who wanted to enjoy their yosi lunch break in peace, but not caring because it was JUST. TOO. FUNNY.

The fucking bastard. Apparently he's known for about a month now that his code name's Lunch Guy, and now I'm left wondering if I ever used the code name to his face during any of the time we spent together the past weeks.

Hai that was me sharing my surreal moment of the day. In fairness angkulet, haha :D Pero on the other hand medyo sad din. Parang may natapos dahil nalaman nya. Haha weird.