Pagsanjan

Behind the falls.

Last week, myra makiling, bengorts, and marvin butete invited me to Laguna. For what occasion? wala lang. para magrelak. so syempre sumama ako.

What did i see in Pagsanjan? lotsa chinky eyed people. i'm telling you they are about to take over the philippines, disguising themselves as tourists. There were hundreds of them, and what's scary is that all of them looked the same.

"hey, i thought that couple passed us a while ago!"
"didn't we see them at the gasoline station?"

Eerie.

i tell you, they are here.

Even the boatmen were already familiar with the foreign language! These chinks have been spying on us longer than i thought. And using Pagsanjan as base!

While boarding the raft which was going to take us under the falls, a little boy looked at me, noted my skin color and round eyes and asked, "are you native?"

i stared dully at him and almost pushed him off the raft.

PS. thanks to myra makiling's mom for the free boatride.