karagtatawa

you know you're a pinoy if you laugh when somebody farts and that somebody blames everyone for doing so.

here's a story. during prayer meeting, when everyone is silently sitting, heads bow, arman could no longer contain his struggle pag-utot. he slowly stands up, moves one step away and... phuuuutt! he immediately stops. looks left and right and ensures that no one notices. then moves one step and... phuuutt! he stops. oh, my! he muses to himself. slowly he moves another step and... phuuutt! to avoid further embarrassment, he runs and... phuuutt! phuuuutt! phuuuut! phuuut!

i miss such kind of stories. hahaha. i tell you, my life is a riot if i am with the right people at the right time in the right place. and even if it is at the wrong time and in the wrong place, but if i am with the right people, no telling it, we are bending our stomach to contain all the hahahaha in the world. i am such privileged to have such right people for a company almost everyday of my life. walking downtown zamora, sometimes ha kahabaan han imelda avenue to skina han real, ha jeep, ha quality bakeshop, ha alexis, ha mcdo, ha jollibee, ha skina rovic, ha balay, ha airport, ha nlbc, ha tricycle, bis diin, we laugh. no wonder i find it hard to live in isolation.

and i'm glad, the younger generations are now finding also the value of karagtatawa.