i want to thank my sister ester for the hat, i want to thank allan for the shirt, i want to thank john for making fun of me, i want to thank my wife for making me breakfast and i want to thank god for making me an atheist.
We are the barrel men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
LOS ANGELES, California. Ang driver ng van ko galing ng airport pauwi sa bahay ay pinoy. Pano ko nalaman? May tumawag kasi sa kanya at ang pinaka “hello” niya ay – “tangina ka, buhay ka pa”
the most expensive coffee in the world comes out of a rat’s ass – that’s irony.
tinanong sa akin ng balikbayan kong pinsan na si carr kung kakasya ang mga walis baguio sa luggage niya. sabi ko hindi pero pwede niya itong sakyan papalipad sa new jersey. malamig nga lang pero mas mura ang pamasahe.
si auntie nana ay 89 years old, ang mommy ko ay 87 years old, ako ay 45 years old, ang pamangkin kong si donna ay nasa late thirties at si tj na anak niya ay 11. that’s four generations in one picture.
cool, huh?
i don’t pray now so when i’m in front of my mom’s grotto, all i do is remember all the good and bad things that have happened in the forty years that it’s been in the garden of the home where i grew up in.
it’s 4 in the morning and all of us are awake. everybody is excited because we’re going to spend the day (and night) (and day again) on the beach. it’s been a while since i’ve bathed in sea water that’s not madapaking cold. i can’t wait to dip my betlog skin in the warm waters of the south china sea.
Batang Kaning Lamig 