About Me
Since this is my first blog entry, the best way to start is to introduce myself. My name is Erik, and I am currently a student at Fordham University. I’m a Business Administration major with a concentration in Marketing. I aspire to someday enroll in law school, and eventually become a corporate lawyer. I intend on utilizing this blog to improve my writing abilities. One day, I hope to become at least a decent writer.
As pretentious and naive as I sound, I swear to the world that I’m a far from it. I really hope my life doesn’t end up like that, like some sort of equation. I would probably kill myself if I lived everyday committed to one routine.
Now as the title suggests, I am of Asian descent. My parents were both part of indigenous tribes from the Philippine Islands. One day, my father’s tribe attacked my mother’s. Many people were killed, my mother’s village was sacked, and much like the spoils of war, my father raped my mother. Roughly nine months later I was born. It was apparent within a few months that I was different. I would not suck milk from the teat of my mother. Even my Cambodian wet nurse, who according to records “provided the finest breast milks” could not satiate me.
As I grew older, while the children played a game called “Nyong Bola Macapuno”, which is roughly soccer with a coconut, I would find myself tackling my peers, picking up the ball, running roughly 100 yards, and finally doing obscene dances.
When it was time for the tribe to learn its cultural dances for the “Kainan” which is a festival dedicated to the Sun God, Joserizal, in which large amounts of dogs are slaughtered then eaten, I would not take part. I would actually laugh at the synchronized line dances. One instance, tribal leader Erapestradah was dancing with flames pretending to be a drunkard. While the rest of the clan was mandated to close our eyes and meditate, I waited patiently for Erapestradah to get closer. As he stumbled over, I pushed him into the Muccho Hut (the tribes brothel) and he set the entire place aflame. Our towns most respected prostitutes suffered first degree burns.
The tribe elders believed I was possessed by an evil spirit. When the head witch doctor could not cure me, the tribe placed me in exile. My mother, not wanting to leave me, also uprooted. We were discovered in the thick jungle by Catholic Missionaries who brought us back to the United States. My world finally seemed to make sense and I have been a Jersey Boy ever since. I have forgotten all my aborigines origins. However now my tribe is in peril. In order to save the lives of my family, I must relearn my culture and return home.
Obviously, that story isn’t true. But I would be pretty bad-ass if it was. In truth, I am a Filipino boy who grew up in a white society. Since I was child, I rejected my Asian roots. From martial arts to anime, anything Asian I stayed away from. I have gone as far as never dating an Asian girl. But now as I get older, I’ve realize before I knock it down, I really should give my Asian side a shot. If I get this right, I could be fucking a tight ass pussy. So join me on my quest for knowledge, enlightenment, and some “suckie suckie, me love you long time.”
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