For many Americans, every Asian is chinese, every Latino- looking is Mexican. Emblazoned with Asian eyes, yours truly is no exception. Not until I speak Tagalog, I’ve, as always, been mistakenly identified as anything Asian but a Filipino. That’s because of my looks (short, dark and nevermind) whatever it’s worth. Back in July when I was very new in town, people wondered where I was from? What does an Asian looking fellow have to do with Coolidge? Nothing. Is Phillipines next door to Brazil? uh–oh…near India? good try… somewhere in the southern hemisphere? Sorry, none of the above…It’s time to set the record straight. I was born and raised in a small Island of Catanduanes, southeast of mainland Luzon, known as the land of howling winds. Not unless I take you to Google Earth, a software that brings the world to your desktop, it’s hardly visible. It’s just a dot in the map. In fact, a running joke is told that Philippines came out as an Archipelago after God dusted off his hands and saw it was so good. Amen.