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My mom and I were eating at Teriyaki boy when some douchebag who was sitting in the booth behind me made a scene. He was either Japanese or Korean (I couldn’t tell exactly), and was there with his Filipino wife. He began drawing attention to himself by throwing his utensils on the ground.

When the waiter and manager approached their table to ask what’s wrong, the wife explained that he was mad because, supposedly, one of the servers was disrespectful in laying down his utensils on the table. From what I could hear, she didn’t face him properly while she was laying down the utensils, or was rushed about it or whatever.

Despite profuse apologies from both the servers and managers, the guy proceeded to bark “Bill out!” at the waitress manning the cash register.

Then the guy and his wife stormed out of the restaurant. Without paying.

See, here’s the thing.

I don’t care what country or fucking planet you’re from. You do NOT go around demanding everyone to conform to whatever protocol you supposedly have where you come from, throwing a tantrum and leaving without paying when you find service unsatisfactory.

Besides, what kind of distorted hypocritical shit is that? You feel like someone has been discourteous, so you proceed to throw things around like a fucking two-year old and act all mad, then leave without paying for the food on your table. I seriously hope that this isn’t really a cultural thing–because I would hate to meet an entire group of people who are so mind-blowingly unreasonable–and more just a story of an asshat who likes to act like he owns every establishment he steps into.

And one more thing. The wife? Instead of trying to reason with the guy, all she did was explain to the staff why he was angry, like she was his lawyer almost, sounding as though she found his outburst justifiable. It was like watching a bad mother sticking up for a bratty kid. So really, as much as I wanted to punch the guy in the face for being so retarded, I kind of wanted to give her a jab too, because she was tolerating it.

I’d also like to see him try to pull that kind of crap in some seedy diner in the middle of Manila.

Pfft. If there’s even so much as a drizzle in the evening, cab drivers around the city start to act like they’re the last ride out of hell. And they get away with it because there’s very little way to police the kind of douchebaggery they unleash upon passengers. It’s aggravating. Robots, anyone?

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Allow me to admit up front that I’m nitpicking here. Have you seen the new Cybershot TV commercial? The one with the hyper-feminine girl and the French(?) song. The particular camera model is shock-proof, see, and Sony decides to illustrate that this way: the girl is trying to take a photo of a juggler, a wayward ball hits the camera, camera falls to the ground–good thing it’s shock-proof.

It’s fine, right? Except…

I WOULD LIKE TO MEET SOMEONE WHO IS ACTUALLY DUMB ENOUGH TO HOLD A CAMERA LIKE THIS.

Here’s from another Cybershot commercial. I know they’re just trying to make it seem all romantic and pretty and feminine and shit, but you know what, it’s possible to be romantic and pretty and feminine without being A COMPLETE MORON.

Because seriously, anyone who is enough of a bimbo to hold a camera with two fingers ought to be pummeled upside the head with it.

I like boots.

I’ve been wearing them for years; I have two pairs that I usually wear, both hand-me-downs from my sister in Japan. This is the one I use most often:

As you can see, they’re neither outlandish nor impractical since they only come up to a few inches past my ankles. (I have a knee-high green leather pair, also from my sister, that I never wear; I draw the line at some things, besides, it’s a tropical country.) But at the mall these ones still get odd stares from people, and sometimes even remarks and giggles when I walk past. It doesn’t actually bother me, but I do find it a bit… I don’t know, retarded? :’D  I mean, apart from the fact that they’re boots, which not too many people wear, there’s nothing remarkable about them.

But the thing that baffles me, is how people would find great interest in me plain ol’ scruffy footwear, and yet seem to have absolutely no problem with this big-ass billboard of Derek Ramsay wearing LEGGINGS UNDERNEATH DENIM SHORTS. :D

I would like to meet the creative director who thought it would be fashionable to put Derek Ramsay in this outfit, shoes and all, then stick him in a bath tub with unnaturally blue water. While posing like a pensive little teapot.

I mean, like, dude, you’re hot and all, but
leggings and… JORTS?!?!

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I totally got caught off-guard this afternoon–I went to my usual Starbucks and one of the female baristas asked to take my picture. XD They said they were making a scrapbook with photos of their regular customers, for their desktop computer. Actually when they asked (“Liz, pwede bang magpa-picture?”) I immediately thought they meant they wanted me to take a picture of them–because that’s more commonly the case when I get that question–and I started wondering how they hell they figured out that I’m always armed with a camera. XD But instead it turned out they wanted me to be in the picture, and so I did, even though in my head I was like “WHAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN–”, because I’m panicky that way.

They also asked what I was up to–which led me to explaining the embarrassingly cushy-sounding life of a freelance writer. (“Wala akong pasok, ever.”)* :’D LAWLZ. Seriously, whenever I have to summarize my job status I completely sound like an underachieving slacker. I guess it’s because I always omit the small detail of caffeine-powered all-nighters and rush deadlines.  :D I think I should be more concerned about this, but I just find it amusing.

Anyway, next time I’m there, I’ll ask to take photos of them so I could post here. They’re a cute bunch. :D

*”I don’t have to go to work, ever.”