Kung ikaw ay isang umaga. Uupo ako sa ibabaw ng bubungan. At hihintayin ko ang pagsikat ng araw. Kung ikaw ang hamog sa damuhan. Ako ay magdadala ng timba at batya. Sa pagpunta sa palayan, doon sa gitna. At ipapagpag ang lahat ng dahong basa. Kung ikaw ay isang tasa ng kape. Lilibutin ko lahat ng mga coffee shop. At oorder ng macchiato, espresso at frappe. Hindi ako magsasawa ngayon, bukas at sa hinaharap.

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He egg is so often taken for granted. In most Filipino breakfasts, it seems a mere afterthought, playing third wheel to the pairing of ulam and sinangag. A beautiful bowl of egg yolks. Fresh from the bakery or with a plateful of piping hot white rice. In North America, there are many names for the way an.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Recently I was the passenger in a friends car when we came to stop at an intersection, waiting for the light to blink green when I glanced through the back window of the car in front of me. A faded white 1984 Ford Escort.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010. At almost 10 in the evening, traffic was extremely heavy on the road to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Endless lines of cars endlessly moving forward as rain threatened to fall and add to the sour mood of all the commuters. It seemed that the City of Brotherly Love was acting petulantly that day by refusing an easy and quick entrance to locals and visitors alike. There would be time for that soon enough. Thursday, October 14, 2010. A Filipino on an All-American Roadtrip.