I know, I know... it has been quite a while since I last blogged. I remember writing that I would stick to a schedule of blogging every sunday morning so readers may get their fix of this funny, yet mind-filling, even eye-opening disillusionment of writing ability by yours truly. I guess the alter ego of the mild mannered programmer is not a creature of habit, and a disdainful procastinator. But here I am again blogging, only after gazillions of imaginary friends and readers pleaded on bended knees and elbows, wailing and moaning in a valley of tears (not a pretty sight really). Again, I'm not naming any of them because i don't feel like making up any names right now.
So where was I? The last thing I remember writing (after visiting my blog a hundred times over the holidays, effectively increasing my page's popularity a hundred times), is the conclusion to the massage-without-any-undies story of a mild-but-nekkid programmer. And I bet you're really eager to read about the juicy, salivatangy part 2 of the story (I did part 1 first, part 3 second and then finally part 2 to start an original way of story telling, a little bit like Lucas' star wars where he did 4,5,6 then 1,2,3).
But I'm depriving you of such pleasure. I'm delaying the part 2 since a lot of other a bit more interesting things happened to me over the holidays. Plus, a good story's exaggeration is directly proportional to the time that lapsed from the actual event until the storytelling. Beseech for more time then and expect lots of romance, sex, even sex-massage-related-violence as I delay its writing. Hmm... I'll even throw in a romantic love triangle angle to the actual 1-hour experience if I'll hold off its telling for at least a year.
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I was the luckiest programmer last year over the holidays. I won a two week all-expense-paid trip to Los Angles in a christmas raffle! My parents sponsoring the raffle prizes, and the drawing of the 2 lucky ticket stubs from the 2 raffle tickets sold to me and my brother for almost nil is besides the point. The point is, expect a blogful of my vacation if ever I pick up that usally misplaced habit of blogging.
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We know that the earth is a large magnet but do you know magnetisms effect on language? My friend has this theory, which I also some kinda believe, that the language we speak is affected by a place's magnetic field. Let me explain... but first, a disclaimer. This theory of mine is devoid of any statistical analysis and entirely based on my personal experience. Accidents, humiliation, loss of virginity, loss of life resulting from the belief of such theory is totally your own fault.
The trip to LA consists of 2 connecting flights:Davao to Manila, then Manila to LA. At the davao airport departure area, people converse using the local dialect which is bisaya with a dash of tagalog or filpino. Nothing wrong there of course. Then we boarded our plane. During our 1.75 hours of air travel, the dialect used by the same people seem to be slowly changing from the bisaya with a dash of tagalog to half-bisaya, half-tagalog. The change is noticeble, the bai's became pare's, mao ba? to talaga? Amazing, and they were the same people I heard talking a while ago, I swear that there was this hint of bicolano accent while we were over southern luzon. the transformation of dialect was completed when we landed at the manila airport. At this time, no one was bisaya anymore.
This theory gets more support on my Manila to LA trip. Of course, the people on board the plane before it takes off converse in tagalog (We're in manila now). The uber-friendly stewards and stewardess with their super-practiced-non-real-looked-forced teethy smile greets us with: magandang gabi. Hey, even the americans onboard speaks their own version of tagalog. but upon landing on LAX international airport (yep, you guessed it), everyone's speaking english.
I couldn't really explain why but do go on tell your friends of the influence of the earth's magnetic field on language.
