But I only know nueve palabras. Haha, I forgot my Spanish lessons already. I just forgot to blog about this episode of my life. It was a fun-filled Saturday complete with free red wine, Venezuelan treats, some sort of chocolate cookies, festive balloons, rowdy Mexicans and a temporary crush named Carlos.
El hombre que lleva una camisa amarilla se llama Carlos. Es de Mexico pero creo que esta aqui para visitar sus amigos que trabajan en Makati. Actualmente, no es ni guapo ni feo pero es muy simpatico. Aunque es de America Latina, puede hablar ingles perfectamente. ¡Que sorpresa!
I don’t intend to be esoteric or anything annoying like that, really. Elaine, I’m using my call a friend button on this one. Correct my grammatical/spelling errors!
(I just realized this post is going to illicit a couple of snarky remarks from my blockmates because they all love to mock me for trying to learn Spanish. Well, excuse me for making an attempt to widen my horizons and for trying to get one step closer to having my very own love story a la Betty La Fea.)
teesh-oh said:
No habla espanyol!
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