There are tons of kids in this neighborhood--well to be completely accurate in the Philippines. The majority of the population is under 24 and the population is expected to double. No matter how many kids I meet, there are always more. The following are some of the questions they ask me (some over and over and over again):
-What is your name?
-Where are you from?
-Are you rich?
-Are you married?
-Why are you with a girl if you are a girl?
-How old are you?
-Can I kiss you?
-Can I have your nose?
-Do you have any kids?
-Where is your mom? What is your mom's name? What is your dad's name?
-Why are you so tall?
-Do you speak tagalog?
I get few of these questions from adults. I do however often get weird comments. The other night we walked up to the drug store and a pedicab driver was parked out front. He says to me, "Can I go to America with you? I don't want to work in the Philippines anymore." I told him "sure, let's go".
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i just started reading your blog a few minutes ago and decided to start from the first entries and you just make me smile!..im loving it!
It's not that much different back here Mr. Pedicab Driver...I'll take you to the slums of NYC and you'll see whats up.
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