Patawarin mo ako.

I've decided to start learning Tagalog in earnest. I've dabbled with it for many years now, but have never been very serious. But now I feel like I have the extra motivation to do so. Why the change of heart? I feel like I owe it to my parents to learn how. I remember them trying to teach me growing up, but I never really picked it up because no one else besides my parents spoke it. I wanted to fit in and speak like everyone else. I didn't want to stick out and possibly be the target of teasing. To their credit, my parents were sensitive to my wishes and didn't force it on me. I wonder if it hurt them that I rejected the language that they used. Was I, in fact, rejecting a part of them just because I didn't want to be different. If so, how cruel was I in my ignorance to turn a blind eye to such a large part of my heritage because I was uncomfortable with how it would make me look to my peers?

Holy Crap....

I have a blog. Totally forgot I still had this floating around the nets. Perhaps I should play around with this a bit now that it's here.

For the Horde

Cool Video

Is it just me...

...or did this week really drag. Anyway, I'm glad that it's Friday. I'm really looking forward to some time away from work. But then again, aren't we all?

Nice Weekend

Last weekend with Nikki was wonderful. Not only did I get to spend an extra day with the woman I love, but we also had a chance to tool around Indianapolis and take in a few of the sights. Happy hour at the art museum was a pleasant surprise as well as the historical house tour (The name of which escapes me at the moment) that featured the Victorian undergarment exhibit. I especially liked how she impressed the tour guide with her knowledge of the period. We also took a carriage ride around the downtown after dinner. Indy really does have a nice downtown, especially when it's lit up like that.

Anyway, I'm sad that's she's leaving for Utah again, but I am planning to come out and visit her while she's out there. I'm sure it will be a lot of fun.

Shooting at Virgina Tech

My God. One man ended the lives of 33 people. I can't imagine what was going through that guy's mind, nor do I really want to know. Evil...just evil.