We had been here a couple weeks when I heard somebody calling outside the guesthouse room. I ignored it at first because it didn’t really register. But then it continued and I realized it sounded quite close and was repetitive. I opened the door and there was a visitor standing with a cake in her hands. She’d been calling somebody else ‘s name, but at our door. She asked who lived in our guest house and I told her our names, and she asked if we wanted a cake, so I said yes, and she handed it to me and disappeared.
After that three or four more times, somebody would come to the door and I would only realize they were there when they had been calling our names several times, or not even oru name, just something like “Hello! We’re here!” or ‘Good morning!’ or “Maayong Buntag!” Now, in our new house, one of the carpenters and the driver of our landlord who has done some errands for us as well, has come to the gate of the house and called (I am Mrs Maam to him). They don’t knock on the door or come up that closely to the house.
The windows aren’t practically air tight as in the US, so they can do this, and most people aren’t running their air cons much because of the expense. There is just, I think a different view of private property and personal space? Your home is your home. You don’t knock, you call.
Wedding rings: mostly on right hand instead of left.
It is unspeakably rude to say a direct no, or to ask a question forcing the person to say a direct no.
Do not point. You thought it was rude to point in the U.S. but you were wrong. It was only mildly childish. Don’t point with your index finger. Just don’t. Jut your chin or lightly waggle your entire hand lightly in the general direction you mean.
Rice, three times a day and plenty of it.
Corn is often a dessert.
Corn jello. corn over icecream. Corn in your pudding.
Why? In the land of mango and pineapple and jackfruit, why corn at all? I have no ability to comprehend this whatsoever.