funny, how my reading journal slowly became some sort of quote-catcher ...
Alang sa cactus nga way ngalan
I don't plan to defend myself against the whole plantita-hood.
life per taximeter
Apart from expensive fuel, life stories are the real staple in my taxi trips.
December 30
I sit in our gritty balcony, sipping three-in-one coffee, basking at the song of mayas and "kayat's." And no, I don't mean the actual act of procreation, but young kids (no older than ten) using the cuss word (for fuck) as nonchalantly as some adults do. I don't know much about parenting, but I can't … Continue reading December 30