Tacsiyapo \tak-sha-po\

There‘s this place we went to where you can release your stress and anger,
by throwing stuff to a wall.

As you can see from the pictures,
you can throw all sorts of stuff.
From plates, to saucers, to teacups,
from old wall clocks and T.V.s
for a fee.

And you get to choose your target
where you can smash your frustrations the most.

From In-laws,
to Ex-Wives,
to Parents,
to Employers,
to Creditors,
to pretty much every single one you know.

You just have to shout Tacsiyapo! Before you make your throw.

I am not really sure what “Tacsiyapo” means.
I think it means “Shame on you.”

I did toss some plates on the wall.
I wasn’t really frustrated, I just wanted to break stuff.
And yes it did feel pretty good.

I am sorry I do not have any pictures of me tossing the plates,
since we were all laughing so hard.
And we were pretty scared the fragments might bounce back and hit us.
That would not be good.

But to be honest with you,
The real “TACSIYAPO” in this little gimmick they have,
Is when you go to the cashier
and pay for the stuff you purposely broke.

500 Pesos???

TACSIYAPO!!

My sincerest thanks to everyone
who extended their support and condolences
for me and my family.

Thank you all very much.

Ty

Dad.
Also known as, “The funniest guy I know.”
Passed away today.

Thank you to all my friends who
called and sent their sympathies.

“Hey Dad!
Remember this?”

I played it for you.

My two best friends in the Philippines
are going through difficult times.

May the Lord give them peace in their hearts, and bless their families.

I truly regret the fact that I cannot be with them in times of need.
It truly is heartbreaking.

The Lord has His ways, my brothers.
He puts consolation, only where He first put pain.

The kid turns 6 today.
That’s like a whole hand and a finger!

Don’t let the face fool you.
He is the only kid I know who can beat his old man
in our weekly “Household Father-and-Son Farting Competition.”
(He got me in the “stench-severity category.”)

No matter!
I am still the “Semi-Monthly Burping Tournament” Champion.

Happy Birthday, Son!
Thank you for showing me who I really am.

Listen.
You hear it?

I can.

I can actually hear the turkeys crying
and the beers flowing in Canada!

I would have loved to be there today!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, CANADA!

Gobble gobble!

I’ll go back to this for now
and see if I can work around it.

Man. I am having a hard time deciding
and fixing all this themes.

Maybe I’ll just go old school
and go back to HTML.

And use notepad.

And for the Love of God!
Will someone please help me with that picture
and make me look cool.

Or at least decent.

This one with a wood-guitar-orange look?

Let’s see how this one turns out.
Maybe it’ll grow on me.

Let me work on this one for now,
and see how it goes.

Feedbacks are welcome.

Thank you!

**I know, I know! That picture is old.
I don’t have a lot of good pictures of me playing guitar.

Well, except for one.
But I was in the bathroom.

What?
I was “shredding.”

It has been a week since I went to Los Angeles, California
to see my siblings.

I have not seen them in almost 15 years.
That reunion was way long overdue.

And I have a feeling that
that will not be the last time.

We all really had a great time.
I don’t think I have laughed so hard in my life.

Check out the pics under Photos.
Before I make them private again.

There’s not much, since I am waiting for the rest to send me theirs.

It was my first time in L.A. as well.
And as much as I want to tell you how awesome it was,
I need to purge my lungs from the smog first.

—
Special thanks to Jojo
for hooking us up while we were there.