Contrary to popular belief, I actually do have friends.

Sure, all of them may be thousands of miles away from me,
but that’s not important right now.

Jojo is one of those friends who still tolerates me and was kind enough to provide the lead voice on this Filipino Classic we covered 14 years ago today.

It’s a song by Sharon Cuneta titled, “Kahit Maputi Ang Buhok Ko.”
(Even when my hair turns gray/white)

Basically, it’s a song about one’s promise of love even when they grow old and their hair turns gray.

Much like how my friends still like me even though my hair is all gone.
But that’s also not important right now.

Anyways, check out this song and our other song collaborations.

Make It Real

The Climb

If you really want to define it.

Music is what keeps me sane.
It is what keeps me going.
It is always in my head.
My life is a stew of rhythms, notes and beats.

You hit a sad note once in a while,
but you keep on playing.

You just, keep on playing.

What is it to you?

Okay, okay.
Even though Tyler was born in Canada,
and his Mother is American,
and his Father is from the Philippines.
But from this day forth,
he has true, full fledged Filipino peculiarity
running through his veins.

Why, you ask?
Because he has eaten a real, unusual Filipino foodstuff delicacy.

And What, you ask?
Well my friends, this odd cuisine thing is called,

BALUT.

Now I wouldn’t want to describe what this is,
or how we eat it.
Plus, I think the description of the duck fetus inside would gross out most people.

But don’t worry, don’t worry,
I never eat the freakin’ embryo, nor did I let Tyler eat it.
Only the soupy juice and the yellow yolk thingy.
And Tyler seemed to like it.

It’s true!
I have proof,
but I won’t show it,
because I might get a call from the “Child Abuse” agencies.

Oh, and if you are still curious….

Here —-> asiacuisine.com

Oh and by the way, I added that little “comment” thing
at the bottom of the adlib post.
Just a little extra I am experimenting on,
courtesy of —> HaloScan.com
so let me know if it works.

Also, I changed the layout on the Photos section.

It’s up now,
and I should be adding some new ones soon.

(Okay, I lied! I will be adding new ones “someday”. I hope.)

Come Friday, I am always being asked,
“Any exciting plans this weekend?”

And I always say,
“Abso-freakin’-lutely nothing!”.
I just want the week to be over, just relax, sleep in and just be lazy.

But I totally forgot!
This weekend, my brother and I went to the OTTAWA CAR SHOW.

An annual tradition the two of us have.
You know, it’s one of those “Brother Bonding – why-weren’t-we-born-with-rich-parents-kinda-places-to-go-thing-y”.

And every year, we always do the same thing.
1.) Stare and gawk at the cars.
2.) Debate if we should play the lottery or rob a bank.
3.) Check out the chicks and make fun of the geeks they came with.
4.) Eat.

Another thing we also make fun of,
are the funny questions and comments of the other people around us.

Here are a couple of examples:

1.) Hey Dude! Check out this new “HUMMER”.
The rear is ugly man. I don’t like it.
– Yeah! Like you have the money to buy it if you like it, asswipe!

2.) Excuse me. What is the Safety Rating on this vehicle?
– Good question! Since nobody here in Ottawa knows how to freakin’ drive!

3.) Can you please pop the hood? I just want to see the engine.
– Sure buddy! – (note to guys..if you want to show off
and pretend you know what you’re looking at under the hood
to impress the ladies, make sure you can find the latch and lift the hood within 5 seconds.)
Any second longer, I can’t help you anymore.

Funny isn’t it?

One more thing I would like to add.

Guys, why do you bring your girls to a car show?
I mean come on?
I just don’t see it as a place for a date.

Tracy and I would go there because we are actually planning on buying an “SUV” someday.
Plus she loves the trucks.

Anyways, you know what I mean?
We guys go there to check the cars out.
We check out the features, get in it and pretend it’s ours.
You do not want your girlfriend, dressed beautifully, appropriate for a dinner date or somethin’,
standing outside the car while you get in and you say,

“Oh my God ! This is perfect!! Take a picture of me!

Do I make a point girls?

Oh wait, on second thought.
Go ahead and bring your girls to the show.
My brother and I are not ready to scratch off number 3 on our annual tradition list.

Here are pictures of some of the cars at the show.
Have a nice day!

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