To the women– But to whose arms we will always return– Trip lang.
..who introduced us to pain
..who made dogs out of us again and again
..who reduced us to sniveling bastards
..who emotionally beat the crap out of us
..whose memory we shall forever spit upon
At the drop of a hat, or a flip of a coin.
Last Saturday I stumbled upon something I should have discovered years ago. A friend invited me for a game of tennis at Pasig. We were supposed to play at Villamor Air Base but the friend insisted that we try playing at Pasig instead since it’s closer to where we both live. He said we were [...]
On the odd day that I commute and ride the ubiquitous FX (coding and the inability to wake up insanely early, yeah tell me about it), I always make sure that I take the back seat. There’s always a mad scramble for the front seat and I don’t like joining the fray. The middle seats [...]