In search of the perfect Filipino...

 

This is a card I got when I arrived here in Europe many years ago . I find this very funny and I thought why can't we have our version. So,  here friends let us start the search for the Perfect Filipino. Here's my initial list, admittedly reflecting my own biases:

1. As submissive as the Tagalogs (remember all those "po" and "opo's"?)

2. As cultured as the Cebuanos (hahaha... Cebuanos of the world unite!)

3. As brave as the Tausugs (remember the origin of the word "amok" and how the Americans developed the cal. 45 to counter them?)

4. As generous as the Ilocanos (hmmm... they're our Dutch, remember?)

5. As proud as the Maranaos (oh, those Maratabat thing called here in Europe as "honor killing")

6. Humble like the Ilonggos (ay, ang kwarta sa amon ginapiko, ginapala gid man!)

7. Gourmet like the Pampaguenos (I really don't recall now what cooking they have...)

8. Patriot like the Boholanos...

Now it's your turn friends....

 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Aristotle: To actualize ist potential.

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.

Darwin: It was th logical next step after coming down from the trees.

Rene Descartes: It had sufficient reason to believe it was dreaming anyway.

Bob Dylan: How many roads must one chicken cross?

Epicurus: For fun.

Basil Fawlty: Oh, don’t mind that chicken. It’s from Barcelona.

Pierre de Fermat: I just don’t have room here to give the full explanation.

Michel Foucault: It did so because the discourse of crossing the road left it no choice; the police state      was oppresing it.

Sigmund Freud: The chicken was obviously female and obviously interpreted the pole on which the crosswalk sign was mounted as a phallic symbol of which she was envious, selbstverständlich.

Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving ver fast.

David Hume: Out of custom and habit.

Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

Immanuel Kant: Because it was a duty.

H.P. Lovecraft: To escape the eldritch, cthonic, rugose, polypous, indescribably horrible abomination not from our space-time continuum.

Groucho Marx: Chicken? What’s all this talk about chicken? Why, I had an uncle who thought he was a chicken. My aunt almost divorced him, but we needed the eggs.

Karl Marx: To escape the bourgeois middle-class struggle.

Newton: Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.

Jack Nicholson: ‘cause it (censored) wanted to. That’s the (censored) reason.

J. Danforth Quayle: It wasw ae potatoee.

Ronald Reagan: Well, I forget.

George W. Bush: to seek Christ and avoid his alcoholic friends.

Sisyphus: Was it pushing a rock, too?

Socrates: To pick up some hemlock at the corner druggist.

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Margret Thatcher: There was no alternative.

Angela Merkel: to escape the rotten German Democratic Republic.

Silvio Berlusconi: because he wanted to vote for me.

One of the reasons why Filipinas like to marry Swiss men

Took these pictures during the Sinulog celebration last January, near Zurich. Entering the urinal of the hall were the celebration was held, I was amused with what I saw: a Swiss father lovingly changing the soiled pampers of his 3 year-old son. The Filipina mother was either busy or just enjoying herself in the hall. Complimenting him for doing this work, he rebuffed me saying "what's the fuss, I like to do it" for his son. Later, I searched for them outside to get his e-mail address to send him these (and to meet his Filipina wife) but they were nowhere to be found, probably lost in the big crowd of revelers.

My backyard: one snowless winter

Pictures taken in Neustadt along the (German) Wine Route. February, 2008