So many people in UP Diliman on a Sunday, which means that people love parks. We need more parks, rather than more Ayala Malls which, you have to admit, are merely photocopies of each other. Each visit to an Ayala Mall is an exercise in looking for something unique, so we rushed to the UP Press bookstore in UP Town Center after our leisurely walk in UP. It was closed.
To our surprise face-to-face Sunday service has resumed in the UP Chapel. We avoided the chairs near the electric fans, imagining the fan blowing off air full of virions. There was a prayer for spiritual communion, so we thought there was no live communion… but there was! I decided not to partake, I’m sure God won’t mind. I suggest that each “oscha” be individually wrapped in plastic or wax paper.
The acad oval was full of joggers and bikers. Lots of caucasians this time, and I decided to crack open my box of anecdotes. I sometimes forget who already heard my jokes or read them from the blog, but I decided to tell Lee anyway. Back in high school a teacher Mrs. Gee asked us: “Caucasians. What are caucasians?”
It was 2 in the afternoon, everyone was sleepy and nobody cared to raise his hand. Resigned, Mrs. Gee sighed and answered her own question:
“Caucasians. Sila yung mapuputi, matatangos ang ilong, blue ang mata, blondie, in other words… PERFECT!“
It was very… sieg heil!
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