Posts Tagged "hotel sogo"
strangers in my blog and my unsolicited sex advice to you
The boyfriend said I should put my thoughts into blogging years ago. This idea would come up whenever we’re killing time, and I would tell him jokes or share with him my apocalyptic ideas or my end-of-world plans. When he said he’ll host my website for free, manage the widgets and all the techie stuff, I still had reservations.
I didn’t feel like writing about myself for people’s consumption. Not especially that time when I was still teaching in the University of the Philippines. And Facebook (or putting anything about you in public) wasn’t as hot as today.
Then I gave in to the pleasures of writing, for my eyes only. Time after time, one by one, my friends learned about this blog and I linked it eventually to Facebook where my friends (in the real sense of the word) are.
I liked the privacy of my little blog, until recently.
The “Most Popular” post in this blog, i.e., by way of comments posted, is
“what’s inside Sogo (and kulturang motel)”
Read Moreinterview with Hotel Sogo staff*
In an interview for my Anthropology paper, one staff member of Sogo agreed that the Hotel has a negative image, i.e, a place where “ang habol lang ng tao e init ng katawan,” but refuted it by saying some guests check straight from the airport for the lack of place to stay. Then he claimed,
Read Morewhat’s inside Sogo (and kulturang motel)*
Motel, Pinoy style
The word “motel” is a Filipinism, a foreign word (e.g. salvage) which, when localized, is given another denotation and connotation. From motel’s American meaning—motorists’ hotel or travelers’ stop-over or overnight place—it has evolved into a public house of private rooms for sexual fun.
Motel, in the Philippines, has been perceived as a sex den for prostitutes, hideaway for couples engaged in hot extra-marital affairs, refuge of forbidden lovers, or just about anyone itching to get laid but could not in the privacy of their homes, for the lack of a legal or socially accepted reason. And in this country, they are emphatically third world—a curious imagery for the filthy and derogatory acts they are infamously known for. Until
Read MoreWho, Me?
Hello there! My name is Ai, Japanese for "love." I couldn't stay in one place for too long, so I'm always walking, traveling or changing address. I write for Australia's Campus Review, Education Review, Insite health care, and other magazines under APN. Before this, I was an editor of a quarterly rice science magazine and a weekly publication on international commodity trade in Singapore. But before everything else, I was an educator for five years.
