Overheard
This morning I overhead at the Schoenbrunn Palace, the Habsburg summer house, a family who looked brown and noisy and happy enough for me to consider they were Filipino, and as I went close to them—I had no intention of opening a conversation, because I like to keep my anonymity—I listened to their conversation.
“Ma, ayusin mo ‘yung picture. ‘Yung pang-I.G.” said the teenager, as she was posing for the camera.
“Yung upo mo—‘yung relaks lang, ‘yung parang tambay,” said the lady who looked like her mother. “Bilisan mo! Iiwan na tayo ng bus!”
Yet another reason why I prefer to travel alone, or with people who detest taking photographs of themselves all the time. But I belong to a nation that has made selfies and Facebook-profile-picture-taking a national pastime, if not entirely a science. I love my people.
“Ma, ayusin mo ‘yung picture. ‘Yung pang-I.G.” said the teenager, as she was posing for the camera.
“Yung upo mo—‘yung relaks lang, ‘yung parang tambay,” said the lady who looked like her mother. “Bilisan mo! Iiwan na tayo ng bus!”
Yet another reason why I prefer to travel alone, or with people who detest taking photographs of themselves all the time. But I belong to a nation that has made selfies and Facebook-profile-picture-taking a national pastime, if not entirely a science. I love my people.
posted on April 20, 2017
2 Comments:
You wouldn't have a problem in my company. It's most often friends who keep asking, "don't you want YOUR picture taken with (whatever)?" and my answer is most often "nah."
Let's travel together po! Hahaha.
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