Moje Ramos-Aquino, Fpm
I went to Divisoria twice this week because I needed to buy something that I could not find in malls or garment stores. I saw it before when I accompanied my high school classmates and balikbayans to Divisoria. So I went directly to that stall and I saw the owner, obviously angry, lashing out at the sales clerks. I asked why they were laughing and they said (translated): “He was speaking in Chinese. We did not understand what he was saying, anyway. He can talk like that the whole day and we can’t care less. He is not Filipino.)