I really should be writing a book by now. Tiny little excerpts, snipped from the feature article I wrote for my Advanced Journalism class this semester past.
- Color coordinated clothes are not a necessity. This is New York for cryin’ out loud!
- Sandwiches and salads, no matter how bland, are considered lunch. This one I’ve learned to live with. I actually crave for salads more than rice now.
- Starbucks is not a place to hangout with friends while sharing one grande frappuccino. Show some manners and go order your own drink!
- It is not bizarre to walk across someone talking aloud to themselves. It’s called bluetooth, baby.
- If USPS says the mail will reach its destination in five days, it will —unless Philippine Customs says otherwise. So much for paying extra for express mail. Pfft.
- Eggs are always expected to be cooked well. Hindi uso dito ang malasado.
- In attending a wake, proper dress code requires black. No questions asked. And viewing hours are designated and not round the clock. Even the dead needs a break too, you know.
- Why text when calling is free? Free minutes are included in the plan so there’s no need to suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome with all the keypad pressing.
- Maundy Thursday and Good Friday are not non-working holidays, unless you go to a Catholic school. New York is not a city of one religion. So much for extended weekends like back home.
- Malls are just meant for shopping. No cinemas, no arcades and just a few indoor restaurant choices. I never thought I’ll say this but Megamall, I miss you!
- Why buy bootleg materials when you can rent the real deal unlimited at Blockbuster for $39.99/month? Take note: unlimited.
- Check the weather every day. Your outfit depends on it. This is no place for summer all-year round.
- A note to men: you cannot romp around shirtless if you’re not within the premises of your own abode. You can actually get arrested for it. Sorry, dudes.
- Buses will only stop on designated bus stops. Re-learn how to walk. It will only come on designted hours too. Take heed of time.
- “Dress up” translates to “wear black.” Enough said.
- It never hurts to say “hello,” “thank you,” “excuse me,” and “I’m sorry.” And it’s not new to hear your grocery cashier say “hi, how are you,” even if it’s half-meant because she’s already been working a ten-hour shift and all that’s running inside her mind is taking of her shoes and lying in bed.
- When the red hand on the pedestrian sign is blinking, it means run-for-you-can-still-make-it-to-the-other-end. On the mean streets of New York City , it’s not the sleek black Mercedes SLK Kompressor that’s the king, it’s the pedestrians. So drivers better have their brakes checked.
- During subway rush, let people out first before squeezing yourself in. This is generally a rule of thumb, I just don’t get it why some people still do otherwise. It’s just freaking annoying. But hey, this is New York .
- When in doubt with directions, pretend to be a lost tourist. A majority of New Yorkers can be pretty obnoxious but there are a lot of incredibly nice people too.
- Curb your own dog. And pet owners are responsible for the poop too. This is one thing I like about New York . It’s poop-free! You can walk without having to look down so often and not worry stepping on something squishy.
- Almost every crop is organic. I thought of this as being absurd, having lived a quarter of a century digesting the averagely grown vegetables and fruits. But now I’m convinced that when I get back to good ol’ Pnaz, I’ll convert to organic —because it’s just too hip! Heeh. Seriously, organic bananas are the shit.
- It is not a good idea to convert every purchase to peso. I did this in my first few months and it was horrible. The guilt feeling was unbelievable. “Two hundred pesos for a freaking bottle of Snapple?! What the fuck?!”
- It is perfectly normal to be whiny in New York . Too much sugar in your coffee? Complain. Slipped because someone forgot to rake their yard free of snow? Sue. Got at work late because the bus arrived 2 minutes late? Rant. It’s always easier when there’s someone handy to take the blame.


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