To Squat Is To Penalize
I have no idea what is going on here, but whatever it is, it’s speaking to me. Continue reading To Squat Is To Penalize
I have no idea what is going on here, but whatever it is, it’s speaking to me. Continue reading To Squat Is To Penalize
Spotted in a karaoke songbook. MAHAL Mahal ka sa akin. Mahal kita, alam mo ba? Mahal kita, walang iba. Mahal kita, mahal mo siya, mahal niya ay iba. Mahal mo ba ako? Mahal mo ba’y di na ako? Mahal mo daw ako? Mahal mo pa ba ako? Mahal na mahal kita. Mahal na mahal ko siya. Mahal na mahal na … Continue reading Mahal: A Found Love Poem
I keep imagining Ayeen going, “Love? Ewwwwwww!” Tsk, tsk, tsk. Much to learn, you have, young Padawan. Continue reading Love is Yucky
To hell with food pairings and champagne flutes. JP and I wanted wine we could open without a corkscrew and Ah-tan was craving barbecue. So we bought a bottle of Asti and a plastic bag full of pork skewered on sticks. An empty water bottle was MacGyvered into a cup – all the better to balance barbecue sticks on – and we had a party*. … Continue reading Bubbly and Barbecue
Found at MSM U.S. Surplus. Beatles album for scale and vague hipster vinyl cred. Continue reading Check Out Mah Booty