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                    [Title] => Two for the road
                    [Summary] => The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. – Dave Barry


I’m thinking about suing the Suncorp Metway Company of Australia. 


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                    [Title] => Suspicious minds
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                    [Title] => Son Of Spam
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Yes, SPAM. 


Lovely SPAM, wonderful SPAM.


SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM.


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But no matter how late we show up, we’re always earlier than everyone else. This is a phenomenon known as Filipino Time.


You can set your watch by it: to most Filipinos, any designated time actually refers to 30 minutes after that specified time. 


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Eating out

By Scott R. Garceau | May 5, 2002 - 12:00am

My wife and I have been avoiding eating in restaurants these days, and there’s a very good reason: she’s two months pregnant, and we’ve found that being in this condition gives her incredible new powers:...

Sunday Lifestyle

Two for the road

By Scott R. Garceau | March 24, 2002 - 12:00am

The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. – Dave Barry I’m...

Sunday Lifestyle

On collective nounages

By Scott R. Garceau | February 10, 2002 - 12:00am

The other night I was watching a local news show which featured a woman who seemed agitated and distraught about the presence of US soldiers in the Southern Philippines. There she was, pumping her fist in the air,...

Sunday Lifestyle

Suspicious minds

By Scott R. Garceau | December 2, 2001 - 12:00am

I’ve been getting some odd looks from strangers lately. Just the other day, I was sitting in a local food court when an elderly Filipino man started talking to me. He asked if I was Spanish. "No, American,"...

Sunday Lifestyle

Son Of Spam

By Scott R. Garceau | November 11, 2001 - 12:00am

As a cultural observer, I feel I would be remiss if I failed to mention the importance of SPAM in Filipino life. Yes, SPAM. Lovely SPAM, wonderful SPAM. SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM.

Sunday Lifestyle

What time is it? It’s Filipino time!

By Scott R. Garceau | October 14, 2001 - 12:00am

My wife and I pride ourselves on being punctual. We hustle and bustle and rush out the door for an event, only to hit the inevitable syrup of traffic, and end up – horrors! – five or 10 minutes late. But...

Sunday Lifestyle