When I signed up for a defunct life insurance around the year of 2000, the tall, gray-haired old agent (whom I met via Yahoo! Messenger) up in Foster City, CA asked moi:
Do you have any tattoos?
I replied in the negative to him. Because as a `Christians`, I didn’t feel the need to add anymore markings on my pale skin, which doesn’t look good in tattoo except on darker skin tones. As a matter of fact, I wanted to remove some ugly birthmarks to make my skin look more even.
Around that time, Pete said to moi:
Thank you.
After Landy (whom I also met via Yahoo! Messenger) came back from a trip in his place of ancestry in Samoa, he said to moi:
I have a gift for you.
He showed me a single pattern encircling his left upper arm. It was made by modern, not traditional, tattoo tools. Idiot.
Per a former co-worker from my last `real` employer located smack dab in the middle of Santa Clara, CA, Carolyn T. said:
Anyone, especially Filipinos, who wears a tattoo is considered a `calaboso`, a gang or someone who has been or might go to jail.
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