Manila Vanilla

What it's like to be a U.S. Fulbright scholar, basketball player, journalist, and the whitest man in Metro Manila.

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New Yorker by birth, shipped across the globe to the world of malls, shanty-towns, patronage, corruption, basketball and a curious burnt-toast smell that wafts around at dusk

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Is this the end?


Man, this is tough. I'm moving to a more official website, rafebartholomew.com. That means I'll probably be writing more, which is good, but this right here has so much history. You can actually see me grow from a fairly naive Amboy to a fairly less idiotic kano in each post. I'll never forget the nights I spent slapping lamok off my ankles while trying to come up with something entertaining to say. Or how I rushed to write something about the Karl Malone to Red Bull rumors because I knew if I waited an extra day, the fact that it was pure, unadulterated bola would emerge, and I wouldn't be able to imagine what it would be like to watch the Mailman play against the Express! This blog will always remind me of the best three years of my life.

To quote a famous song: Manila Vanilla, hindi ka namin malilimutan.