18:07 | havana
as intimate as bees and butterflies in coital position is the soles of your two feet to the open lips of your sandals, so is the perplexing unity of soot and grime to the sensuous arch from the most extreme of your extremeties to the back of your achilles'. your mama will cringe (while staring with dagger eyes at yaya) at the sight of your dirty feet, to which nanay, the lola, would mumble an old saying about planting camote tree. contrary to ji-hoo's claim, "sorry", with a clean feet and a kiss on mama's cheek, can save yaya from looking for another job for the next week. if experience is measured by the soles of one's feet, then those dingy little devils is worth a thousand intra-neighborhood trips.
now, as i look at my own now-shoe-d feet, i say, those were definitely happier days.
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for papo teng, the neighborhood lolo who used to serve merienda to his grandchildren, real or not (guilty). may Bathala be kind to your soul. thanks, jen. i was inspired by your entry.
14:44
sounds like a great neigborhood lolo you had/have, mikel!
15:22
magiging ganyan ka din... pagdating ng araw. hehehe!
11:22
Mikel, add mo ko sa ext links mo. haha. nainspire din ako sa sinulat mo to, at nag reply pa ko! :P
02:43
mas masarap mag-paa ;p
Thanks for visiting my site...
01:29
oh yes, those were the happier days.
sarap maging bata ulit.