* I was 15 when I worked at one of those nail booths in the mall (southland and Great mall). I was one of those pestering sales person that would ask you if you would like some lotion and later bait you into buy the very expensive product. Hated my boss but it was cool for a first job.
If you could have a superpower what would it be?
*Flying. I want to fly around the world. You know how much money I can save!
Who’s your favorite Musician?
Bob Marley (classic ), The Cure (for the slow days), MIA (for the energizer bunny), Talib Kweli/Common (for the consciousness), Eyrkah Badu (for the soul) and Madonna (for the 80s-90s punk pop). Hard to pick one. So many
Finallyyy! I’ve been stalking your Tumblr for awhile now and was sad I could never ask you anything! Love your blog and admire your social nightlife-most of the places you hit up are really classy and FUN. Maybe we will run into each other one day ; )
Thanks.. I stalk you too! You inspire me to blog more.. I get so lazy to blog about Korea sometimes. I HOPE we run into each other one day! We DO live in the same city!
Jules Cruz I miss you!
I’m sad this anonymous! But whoever you are I miss you too! I’m coming to visit in the first week of August! Whoever you are.. lets hang out!
I was conflicted about this but I eventually made a formspring thing. i’m finishing up my classes before I have to teach summer school so this would be interesting to do. Anyways if you have any questions.. ask me. I still don’t know how to use it so bear with me. And I promise I won’t Spam. mmm… Spam….
So I have been having a lot of dreams lately. Dream of me waking me up to the sweet and warm Pan de sal smell my mom bakes in the morning. THe sound of my dad’s lectures on Filipino and American history and lectures why I should be a nurse because of the recession. The sound of high pitch laughter from my nieces when I tickle them. The weight of my bf’s arms around me when I wake up in the morning. Dreams which induces my annoyances and frustrations living in another country. Suddenly the occasional Ajumma stares become more of a glare. Getting lost no longer becomes of an adventure but nuisance to my time schedule. Food just becomes repetitive and repetitive and the excitement of tasting new foods slowly goes away. My Private and independent life transcends to feeling lonely. OK before this become straight EMO (which i hate doing) or a blog to vent and complain (which i try not to do).. i come to the conclusion that I am hitting my 11month mark here and I am HOMESICK. Now, I just want to get out of this country and go home to the things I love and that includes Mexican food, Giants games and happy hour at Chevys. One more month to go home and visit…