In A Nutshell
Lives in Manila. Never moved out of the ol’ QC neighborhood as she has gained the ability to recite the correct order of food establishments in her sleep.
Tracing her roots would lead you to both ends of the map.
Speaks better English and Filipino than any of her parents’ native languages: Only knows the bad words which will be left unspecified for the benefit of those who actually speak the language. With that, a trip to the Vaterland or the Visayas would forsee an assortment of faux pas.
Grew up in a small seaside town up north from which none of her antecedents hail. How they ended up there is open to interpretation.
Goes by a 600-year-old tongue-twister of a last name which she herself has misspelled on several occassions (emabrrassingly enough). No, it is not pronounced as is. No, it is not Polish, Russian, Czech, Hungarian, Croat, Slovak or Eastern European for that matter. Yes, she would appreciate being called by her first name.
Looks vaguely like a white kid. Too short to be caucasian. Eats too much isaw and bagoong to be European. Loves the choas that is ‘Pinas too much to migrate elsewhere. Is perfectly capable of salitang kanto when need be.
Underrated (and largely useless) talents include: Juggling oranges, counting to 10 in six different languages, installing doorknobs, saying the alphabet backwards in less than 30 seconds and talking people out of buying anything in malls.
Personal library backlog: Critical, bordering absurd. Ban enforced on any book purchases. Statute of limitations: none.
Words to live by: Take all but leave the coffee.
