He was towering over the television reporter who had his eyes fixed on his. I walked past them and went straight to where the reporter’s cameraman is seated. The cameraman was making faces after they were denied of an on-cam interview.

I looked at him then to the reporter. They were both good looking, I told myself, but he was a lot hotter than the reporter who suddenly turned bland and burnt against his smooth, white skin. And perhaps it was because of his skin that I did not immediately notice the handcuff as its color diluted the color of the steel.

The television reporter left with the cameraman, frustration and despair in tow.

As I was approaching him, I was distracted by the unbuttoned shirt that exposed his chest. It was smooth. Well, I was not distracted by the unbottoned shirt but by the chest. Damn, it was my first time to get up close to a Korean hunk--the object of my desires--and the fact that he was an accused criminal was not even a turn off but rather an added value to the encounter.

But I was not there to flirt with him. I was there to get his story that I first learned about from the am radio. I had the impression that he will not talk to me, something which was validated when he told me that he has got nothing left to tell me because he has told everything to the television reporter.

But I'm not the kind who easily gives up. I engaged him in a conversation in my hope to force him into disclosing the details of his story.

“So you will not talk to me?” I asked him, my eyes on his chest.

“Yes. I have already told him everything…” he answered as he pouted his lips.

“Yeah, I can actually understand that but we’re different. He’s a television reporter…I’m from the paper,” I replied as my eyes moved down from his chest and attempted to scour the hem of his shirt (that touched the crotchline of his soft jeans) for anything hidden behind it.

He’s eyeballs rolled. He opened his mouth and attempted to speak, only that the words coming out were in Korean.

Seconds later, he said: “Yes, I will talk to you. I want to tell you something. Last night, I blah…blahh…and they yadahhh…yadahhh…and the driver blah…blah…and I was rude because the police screamed at me….aray!!! blah…blah…”

“And this television camera was….while I was angry…the police took my cellphone…it was my privacy…I don’t understand why I am treated like a criminal…”

And he told me his story while he was reeking of alcohol—at 10:00 am. After the interview, I made sure that the Korean, who was at that time already talking to the police, will not miss my goodbye.

“Bye Mr. Hann…I love you.”

I looked back and saw the Korean smiling while looking at me leave the Prosecutor’s office.

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For almost three weeks now, the body is empty of pork, beef and chicken. From day one of this new drama, I have been filling up the body with vegetables and fish to accompany the organic rice. I hope I can last as I avoid thinking about December and the food the overflows with the celebration of Christmas.

What's behind this? Because I agree with the contention that "you are what you eat." I do not mind being called talakitok, telapia, bangus, or bulad (tuyo or dried fish). I do not make it my problem if people call me malunggay, raddish, pipino, ampalaya, talong or orka.

It's a different story, though, if someone calls me baka or baboy.

For how can't I not love him? Tell me...

Woh!!!


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Waahhhhhhh!!!



(Para sa mas malaking bersyon, click nyo ang photo...salamat po)

Instead of hitting the ball, a Korean father clubs his son in the middle of a well-manicured green golf course because the son cannot make a good hit. He hits the crying baby repeatedly, surprising other golfers.

The beating continues and a man named Rodrigo Duterte enters to pacify. But the Korean national refuses to budge, apparently lacking in knowledge of who Duterte is. The Korean barks at Duterte while the nervous son wipes his tears, smears of it clear on his cheeks.

The Korean lifts his right arm, swinging the club towards his son's head. A blood spurts seconds after. A club falls, barely creating a rattle as it hits the ground. The boy stands in awe, watching his father blooded head.



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Sure I was not there when that incident happened. I only learned of the story when it was carried as a backgrounder for a newspaper report on deported Koreans. Perhaps my account is different from what really happened.

It could be far from what really ensued. It could be close. I'm sure the older Korean was hurt much more than his son was when he clubbed him repeatedly for performing poorly in golf. He could have been hit on his head or on his face. Wherever he was hit, what's important is, he was stopped from hitting his poor child when he himself got hit by no less than Duterte.


Duterte admitted hitting the Korean and later asking the Bureau of Immigration to send the Korean back to his country.

Like most major cities of the Philippines, Davao has become a gracious host to thousands of Korean nationals who entered the country either as students or tourists. Later, a number of these Koreans have decided to settle here, investing in restaurants and tourism. But zoom in to their business ventures will make you understand how exclusive they are: visiting (and stay-in) Koreans eat at Korean Restaurants and travel around with Korean tour operators, onboard Korean buses.

So except for the hotels and small shops, English language teachers, and the Ateneo de Davao University, no one in Davao is actually benefiting from the Koreans, officials said.



A number of those who study at the Ateneo de Davao University (their top choice, I guess) I find really hot.They reinforce my fancy for the mukhang-parang-tanga men. But as their stay here is dragging for many more years, the graciousness of their own host they challenge; the hospitality they abuse.

Imagine these Koreans smoking even at a crowded hotel lobbies when a city ordinance banning smoking in public places such as hotels lobbies (except for designated areas that resemble gas chambers)is still in place. Imagine them walking at hotel lobbies shirtless and dripping.

Councilor Bonifacio Militar said at least 18 Korean companies in Davao are allegedly circumventing Philippine laws, on top of these is their failure to remit social security payments of their employees to the Social Security System (SSS, aside from the fact that they pay wages way below the mandated minimum wage.

These abuses and more while they are in Davao. I could only imagine what's happening in Korea.



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Sunday morning, an incensed Duterte appeard on his television program threatening to arrest Koreans he will find violating the anti-smoking ordinance. He also threatened to shut-down the Apo View Hotel, the hole of the alleged abusive Koreans.

Read this story for more.