The Three Superpowers My Mom Possess

This Saturday at the learning center I was volunteering at was Mom's Day. The high school kids are reciting what they have been working on all summer, write at least 3 superpowers of your mom. It would've been a pretty easy list if I was still in high school. You've got your "my mom cooks the best food," you have "my mom takes real good care of me," "she brought me into the world."

But now, at 33, as my relationship with my mother has grown. We've been through our ups and downs, but now it has bloomed. And in it's bloom, I find it harder to make a list now. All the things that I thought, back in high school, all my mom does, every one else does too. Like a flower in bloom, it's beautiful on its own, but what makes it stand out from a farm of flowers?

So, what I have been working on for a week now, are at least three things unique to my mother. Something only she can only do. Things that I find beautiful, and ultimately what makes her my mom.

1. She has a special call for us. *Spoiler alert* it's a long *psssssssssst*. Anywhere. I even heard a story back then that it had different lengths: Longest psst is for me, a bit shorter than that is for my sister, a bit more shorter is for my other sister, and so on. It was crazy. It's like when a mommy bird calls out her chicks to come back home from playing in the yard. One time, we were meeting at Galle, I heard a long *psssssssttt* and quickly realized my mom is finally there. I don't know if other mothers have this, but I haven't met one who does.
2. One of the things I don't like about her, is her tendency to gossip. I hate gossiping in general, and I hate that my mom does that. But, again, as I get to know my mom, it has become clear to me why this is so: people just hand her the information. She has that charm, that charisma that would make you want to tell her things. So, it's not her fault she knows a lot of gossip, the things she knows was given to her for free.
3. When my sister graduated elementary school, my dad got her a radio. This was back in the mid 90s when every teenager listened to the radio all day, waiting for their favorite song to be played, and record it on a cassette tape. I held back tears when I saw that happening in front of me. The year I graduated, all I got was a fucking magnetic chess set that I had to ask for. Seeing my sister rip through the gift wrapper from the box told me that this was an actual present from my dad, and not a request. My 13-year old self thought this was not fair. I held back tears as I watched a Ginebra/Shell game on TV. A few minutes later, I succumbed to my bed and cried like shit. I suppose my mom has some sort of esp or spidey sense or something, because here's super mom to the rescue. Consoling me and telling me everything I needed to hear in that moment. I felt better. Slept well. After a week, she got me my own radio/cassette player.

A few other things:

• She practically started my passion for singing. When I was in third grade, she got herself a Barry Manilow collection of tapes. We listened to it everyday. Barry Manilow got me singing, but my mom pointed me in thay direction.
• My mom makes the best leche flan. All other leche flans are shit
• She supprted my aversion for vegetables when I was young. If our ulam that night had gulay in it, she'd make sure I had my own porkchop for dinner.
• She once threw a bunch of coins at me. But I think it was because she was growing jealous of our grandmother, her nanay. (Haha)
• She went through a lot of adversity in her late 20s to early 30s. But the way she turned her life around is truly one of the most inspiring things I have ever witnessed in my life. It's probably one of the reasons I try to make myself a better person. (this should probably part of the list above, but I didn't want to go into detail)
• She has a way of bringing her kids together. It doesn't always work, but when it does, I can see absolute happiness in her eyes.
• When my dad retired, she had the sense of responsibility to step up and earn the upkeep for our home. She now has a job she really loves, and one of the reasons is she's able to showcase her 2nd superpower.

And really, there's probably a lot more she does that I don't notice. Which is the point of this post afterall. When you love somebody, you catch a lot of things that make them special. And when this person loves you back, loves you unconditionally, I feel like one of the things you are obligated to do to reciprocate this is to observe, notice, and appreciate these things that they do to express their love.

So to my mommy, I want you to know that this is how I express my affection. And I want to tell the world that I have the greatest mother in history, even if it's only my history. Happy mothers day.

P. S. My family doesn't really particularly care for these "holidays" but I felt like doing something for my mom.

P. P. S. I also want to greet the mother of my child and her mother on this occassion. I hope you bring the same inspiration (you probably will) to my son just like how my mother inspired me. Thank you for all the hardwork and sacrifice you have to endure in helping raise my son. I say this from the bottom of my heart.

Life Update

What happened was, I accidentally clicked on the link to my blog on my Chrome bar (yeah, I'm a person who has their own blog in their bookmarks) and saw that my last post was from December of 2013. Well, a lot has happened in the past 15 months.

Two biggest things were:

• I had a baby.
• I had an appendectomy.

But I'm gonna save those for another time.

.....

After my surgery, I had to go home to Cainta to recover. I couldn't do shit, so I, reluctantly, agreed to go home for a week (or until I can move around more freely). I didn't have any of my stuff. All I had was the clothes on my back, my laptop without the charger (I would normally use the term 'notebook' but people might think I actually had a literal notebook when the last time I carried a notebook was back in 3rd yr. high school), and my phone without its charger. I couldn't tell anyone from my family to get stuff from my apartment, but my whereabouts is still a secret to them (so, if anyone meets my mother, please don't tell her where I live. I'll tell her myself; I'm just not ready).

So you could just imagine the boredom I went through that week. I had to sit through Showtime and Eat Bulaga! I felt like a tougher man after that week. Like nothing could faze me anymore. I could be a TSA agent now. Or a graveyard shift security guard.

Anyway, in one of the most mundane moments of my stay there, my dad asks me, out of the blue:

Dad: Nagba-blog ka ba?

Me: (Wow, my dad's trying to connect with me. This is new) Oo, dati. Bakit? (I realise I rarely use po and opo to my dad anymore)

Dad: Di ka ba nagpapabayad?

Me: Ay, haha. Hindi. Di ko kaya. Baka maging trabaho siya. Hobby na lang.

Cross that with Jane the Virgin and you get a person wants to write again. So here I am.

.....

What I'm gonna tell you about today, has been a lingering problem since my ex broke up with me almost two years ago now.

I was having drinks with a new friend (who I will not name at the moment) who I was, uncharacteristically (as evidenced by the last ellipsis, I don't just say things to people. More on this later), telling all my problems to. Somewhere along the conversation, this friend told me that I was just perhaps being protective of myself. From being hurt again. That's why I couldn't hold a relationship together since my last major break up.

And I do. My heart's always on the defence. Walls are high. I'm scared as shit. I'm terrified of what's beyond the fence. I might get hurt again. And because of this, I continue to be afraid I may never feel that feeling again.

It sucks. It really does. But then somebody comes along and you think, maybe it's worth risking it again.

Obligatory Year-End Post

I guess I should post something on here. Some things happened:

A girl dumped me, but somehow gained confidence from it (if that makes sense). Discovered a lot of things. Traveled some parts of the Philippines. Went out a lot. Found a penis-shaped coral. Peed on a person. Rediscovered frugality. Bought a bed. Cut my hair and made my mother happy. Made new friends. Tyson won. Learned new skills.

I guess a lot of things happened. A lot more things I can't remember right now. A few more I can't post on here. The important thing for me, I guess, is that I really grew up. I may still do stupid things, but I definitely grew up.

Looking ahead to 2014, I plan on getting an extra job as a college instructor, or go to a European country or something. Whatever works out will be fine for me. What I will definitely do, though, is get some guns of my own. Trim my man-boobs para kaya ko na mag-sando.

Casting the MMK Episode About My Life

You know when you're alone in your apartment and you've got nothing to do but think about your life and what if it was a movie? I was totally doing that the other day, but for Maalaala Mo Kaya 'cause I'm filipino and I'd like Charo Santos to narrate my life.

Anyway, I have no idea what the story's gonna be like because I'm suuuuuper boring so I thought about casting first.

Here it is.

Me. If it's my life they're showing, they need to consider these three actors who at least sort of looks like me. You know... filipino looking.

1. Lester Llansang. Can anyone confirm if he's a good actor cause he looks like one on this picture.

   

   kamukha ba niya si Ping Medina?

2. Janus Del Prado. He already did a few MMK gigs. 

   

   tsaka halos magkasing haba kami ng buhok dito

3. Chubi Del Rosario. My pick. Cause if you pick Chubi...

   

   omg ang pogi ko sa tv

The SO has gotta be:

we make a cute tv couple

Only on TV can I consider myself able to get someone as hot as Anne Curtis.

she totally takes the train and wears cute glasses, you guys.

However, in this episode, I probably screw things up with Anne, and I'll probably get a new girlfriend right away (I mean, this is TV so the pacing is fast. IRL I won't be in another significant relationship in at least a year). Her part must go to either

1. Roxanne Barcelo. I've had a crush on her since her Click days. Plus, I saw her in Cubao X a few months ago with a bald chick and I totally dig that. Or...

   

   shet ang ganda

2. Aiza Marquez. 

   

   can anybody sense a trend here?

My Mom. One of the most important characters in my life deserves a really great actor. So maybe...

1. Susan Africa. My mom has a weird blood condition which is perfect for Susan cause she's always playing characters with weird health conditions.
   

   

   you all know she's gonna miscarry that child

My Dad. He's always said that he looks like Edu Manzano so let's give him that. 

are you proud of me yet, dad?

Seriously, dad? Fine. 

k.

My real father. This is probably where the drama's gonna revolve around. But, since he doesn't any kind of say on any of my life's decisions, I'm gonna pick Al Tantay for him. From what I saw on facebook, he kinda looks like him. 

ew... GMA.

My best friend. The voice of reason in any situation (hey, that rhymed!). The person I go to when I need to talk. Anyway, I'll give this role to Sanya Coo to give her her big break in acting!

being able to bake a cake is a huge plus in casting

Those are probably the main actors in my MMK episode. I'll maybe post the minor characters at another time or maybe on the comments.

They say an idle mind is the devil's workshop. DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE DEVIL'S WORK TO YOU?

***all (except for the picture of me and my dad and Sanya's) photos are all found in Google so I don't think I'm gonna get in some kind of trouble.

3rd Quarter Crisis

Warning: Overly emotional post ahead. I have long promised myself not to write anything of that nature anymore, but I'm breaking that rule this one time.

It almost 3am, and I couldn't sleep. Perhaps, it was the coffee I had at 6pm, or maybe because there's a stream of thoughts rushing through my head since Friday night.

So, I'm writing tonight just to clear things up with people who actually read this blog. I'm not completely devoid of emotion, I just get over things pretty quickly. Warning: Clichés ahead. I have learned to find the silver lining of even the darkest clouds. I've learned to look at the bright side of things, and tell myself that (thanks to Noah and his stupid arc) there's always a rainbow after the rain. Yeah, I just linked to a South Border song and referenced a movie where J.Law won an Oscar for. I just did those. Can you now imagine what I'm going through?

Warning: More cryptic content ahead. It's quite ironic that the personal trait I am most proud of (being easily forgiving, understanding, and getting over stuff-that-should-annoy-the-shit-out-of-me pretty quickly) is probably one of the reasons things happened. People seem to associate that with indifference or being passionless. I can't help it. It certainly looks like I don't care, but I do. I really do. It just doesn't come across well is all. I mean, if I didn't give a shit, why would I break down to this song? I just say 'fuck it. do what you want' pretty quickly. That's just me. I probably already forgave myself, I don't know.

P.S. To cheer myself up, I've been watching [Scrubs] a lot and kicking myself for not watching it sooner. Also, I'll be like this for a little while.

Your Imaginary Friends 'Baby You're Going to Hell' Video Launch and My Music Video Discography. Filmography? Videography?

I guess I've been lucky enough to make a lot of indie musician friends who are trying to make it on their own. And one of the best parts of being friends with these people, is I get to join their music videos when they need extra people!

Next Saturday, 13 July 2013, my friends from Your Imaginary Friends (trust me, they're real!) will be launching their music video for Baby You're Going to Hell. More info here.

Until then, here's the teaser for their video which I was also a part of (hint: I'm not the dancing bear)





And since we're on the topic of music videos with friends, here are a few of the things I've been part of:

Giniling Festival - Psycho



Giniling Festival - Hipon



Ang Bandang Shirlery - Patintero (Larong Kalye)




I was also part of this one, but my face wasn't shown.  If you watch it, you'll see why. My person, however, is seen at the 5:00 mark



There you have it. You can probably call me an amateur music video extra from now on, I'd say I'm just lucky to have these friends.

I Covered A Smiths Song

I took a Vacation Leave from the office on a Monday just so I can watch the All-Star Game live. Of course, it was all well worth it 'cause Kobe Bryant owned LeBron James in the last two minutes with his defense (this is all we Laker fans have right now).

After that, I saw the latest SNL episode with Christoph Waltz as host, and took a nap. After that, I cleaned (sorta) the house which I never do.

Since I was doing things I don't normally do, I decided I should record my cover of The Smiths' Girlfriend in a Coma.

Now, this was a really quick recording, so expect a lot of fuck ups. Also, there was somebody singing with me.

Some Stuff Happened in 2012 and I'm Posting Something

If I keep trying to come up with a clever opening line for this blog post, I'll injure my head. But I am gonna say this: in spite of this blog's title, I had a pretty above-average year.

With the help of Facebook, I'm gonna try to take a look back on my 28th year on Earth and see if it truly is one of my finest years ever.

I Bought A House

Well, not an actual house, but, something I could call my own.

My mom talked me into it, actually. We were having my birthday lunch last year, and went through my own finances. At 28, I haven't really done anything with the money I earn. In fact, I don't even have any kind of savings. So I decided, that I should take the money that I get monthly, and invest it into something I can have in a few years. It's sort of like saving up money and then buying something after--only it's the other way around. I'm pretty proud of this accomplishment. They're gonna turn it over by the end of 2014.

Laneway Singapore 2012

Photo by Penny Monasterial

I was my first time out of the country, and it showed. I'm not much of a tourist, so I ended up spending most of the time at my friend Len's apartment. However, I can't tell you that I didn't enjoy my stay there.

Look at these hipster imports. Photo by Helga Weber

Photo by Penny Monasterial

Death Cab for Cutie Night

With one of our favourite bands' Philippine visit coming close, Attraction! Reaction! decided to throw a night I can never forget. Naturally, I started the show and opened with the first stanza from Tonight, Tonight by Smashing Pumpkins. My heart almost jumped out of my sleeves when I realised the crowd was singing with me. Then I covered a couple of DCBC songs: I Will Posses Your Heart and I Will Follow You Into The Dark. The term "Mush Pit" was born.

Death Cab For Cutie in Manila

Needless to say, we flooded The NBC Tent with emotions that night. Here's a video by Sam for proof.

My Hair

I went from wearing a mo-hawk, to under-cut, to a school-boy cut, to bald, and now I'm growing it long.

Photo by my mom

Photo by Charles Pulido

Facial Hair

Trying to look like Salvador Dali, I end up looking like a Mario bro.

Finally, In case you're wondering who that girl is behind me, she's my new old girlfriend. We started going out again back in August, and I've never been happier in my life since.

The story of how we got back together is nice and you should ask me about it when you see me.

Other Things

As you all probably don't know, I have a solo project called Aww. Sad. and I've been recording an EP at Love One Another Studio since mid-2012. Time and Finance slowed down the progress but I'm aiming to finish it next year.

I'm also planning to keep a daily photo journal through my Instragram, also keep track of the movies I watch in 2013 because of my failed 2012 album. I should also maybe exercise more.

P.S.

I wrote this blog on a Mac Book Pro I bought this year. Sorry, I had to mention.

Top 4 Cat GIFs

I love cats. And the only thing I like better than cats are cat gifs. Thanks to the internet, I have seen a fair share of cat gifs. Here are my top 4:

4."Hey, mister. Have you seen 3 cats running around?

3. "Excuse me, human."

2. "Mwah"

1. "Need some help."

You'll notice that I like them cat gifs that interact with their humans. It's just way cuter. I mean, have you seen pussy*** by itself? 

Now, if you have something cuter than these 4, let me know in the comments.

The Many Ways I've Been Dumped

In the Philippines, they can both be named Marnie or Charlie.

A couple of weeks ago, Girls pretty much cemented its place in my personal favorite tv shows of all time with Charlie's break up scene with Marnie. It's because almost the same thing happened to me, obviously.

Two weeks later (this afternoon, of course), while walking home, I'm recounting the many times I've been dumped. Sure, it's a really mean thing to do to myself, but it's a 10-ish minute walk and I'm sort of seen everything the road home.

Because I'm a decent enough guy, I'm not going to tell any of them here. Some of the are sort of explicit, some are stupid, and all brings back some emotions I don't want to revisit.

"Hey, Charles. What's the point of this post, then?" I just wanted to create an excuse to declare to the world how much I like the show.

"Fair enough."

P.S.

I just figured out who Hanna's mother looks like.

Now, tell me she doesn't look like a young Seymour Cassel.

No? Phillip Seymour-Hoffman?

 Fine.

I Shaved My Head

creepy.

Here are a few thoughts surrounding my baldness:

he likes cardigans too.

• It's really humid in the Philippines right now.
• I would like to thank God for giving me a round head. It makes me confident enough to shave all the hair.
• Charlie from GIRLS is my favorite character from that show. I can relate to him a lot.
• The Lakers lost their series with the OKC Thunder, which bums me out. I'm sure I'll be depressed for about two weeks until the finals.
• This cures dandruff, right?
• Is that a mole on my forehead?
• I have the biggest eye bags on the face of Facebook.
• This is my third blog post in two days. Somehow, that feels really weird.

When You See Me Like This, This is Probably What I'm Thinking

Charles: So, how are you?
Charles: I'm great. Thanks for asking.
Charles: Are you, really?
Charles: Thankful for asking? Sure. It's something that's ofte--
Charles: I mean, are you really okay or are you just saying that?
Charles: Sure, of course.
Charles: What.
Charles: So how are things?
Charles: Not very g-- wait, I asked that first! And you never gave me a decent answer. WTF.
Charles: Well, you see, the most decent to the question "how are you?" is to say that you are fine. But, of course, nobody really is fine. I'm just saving you from all the misery that is the real answer to "how are you?"
Charles: Well, guy, you ARE talking to yourself. So, you are technically lying to yourself if you save yourself from all the misery that is the real answer to said question.
Charles: Fine. I am really bummed that the Lakers are losing.
Charles: Really? The Lakers? That's what has been eating you up?
Charles: Well, not entirely.
Charles: Go on.
Charles: There's this girl...
Charles: OKAY. Let me cut you off and tell you I don't wanna hear about it.
Charles: Well, FUCK you, guy. You asked first.
Charles: Charles, we both know how you really are with these things. You're always clueless about what's happening and you end up hurting yourself. And even when you actually know what's going on, you still hurt yourself. You're like an emotional jackass.
Charles: I am, aren't I?
Charles: Jackass. You're better than this.
Charles: Oh, am I? Please, oh, please tell me how and why.
Charles: You just are. Stop it.
Charles: YOU'RE a jackass.
Charles: Fine, jackass.
Charles: Also, stop eating crap from the street. Stop drinking coke.
Charles: Already did that.
Charles: Stop being so vain, looking at your Facebook profile all the time. Stop thinking the Lakers still have a chance. AND STOP THINKING YOU HAVE A CHANCE WITH THIS GIRL.
Charles: Well...
Charles: STOP SAYING 'WELL' ALL THE DAMN TIME
Charles: Okay. Um, see, ahh, well, it's hard not to think about these things when you're feeling them. You know?
Charles: Screw your feelings.
Charles: I might even think that I'm in L--
Charles: Don't say it.
Charles: vvvvbbttthh.
Charles: Just get yourself busy with other things. Finish your fucken EP. Go make some art. Watch more TV. I don't care. Make your mind think about other things. Soon, you'll remember that you've forgotten about things.
Charles: Right now, I'm just wondering when this will end.
Charles: Like I said, you'll just soon remember that you've forgotten about things.
Charles: No, I mean, when are you gonna stop talking.
Charles: ...
Charles: ...
Charles: ...
Charles: ...
Charles: Shut up.
Charles: I hope the Lakers win tonight.
Charles: Me too. I don't know if my heart can take it anymore.

Complaining About Complaining and About Other Stuff

In case anybody was wondering, I'm fine. However, I have really been having problems articulating myself and that's why I haven't been posting much on this blog in the past couple of years. Of course, I'm not that busy. I just have been watching a lot of television, ~trying~ to write songs, and thinking about what to say and how to say it. It's another way of saying "I haven't been doing jack shit." It's awful.

With that said, I have been inspired by Twitter to air out complaints that I have been keeping for the last couple of weeks. That's right, I said it. I think Twitter is full of complaining. Whiny and irritating. It's awful.

Occupy Twitter Street

Anyway, here are my complaints. Bullet time! (I'm listening to Saosin at the moment, by the way)

• These people on Twitter whining about Lady Gaga protesters. What have they actually done aside from writing less than 140 characters about it? Exactly. Obviously, these people (the people protesting Lady Gaga) don't care for much outside their own "righteousness" bubble. How they hell will they understand what you think of them? You're on the internet, they're outside doing something. Guess who's gotten more out of life. Awful. Just awful.
• Community fans who's never seen Community on time. Are these people really asking why it's on the brink of cancellation? Sure, Community's a really great show and I understand why you're all upset why it's not getting the attention it truly deserves. But, you haven't seen it on TV have you? Have you seen it on it's actual Thursday night time slot? The bottom line is that TV is still business and ratings are everything. If the folks from the US don't bring the goods and watch it on time, we're all screwed. It's awful.
• Dan Harmon getting kicked out of Community. What's the deal with that? The cast didn't even fight for him. Look at them rolling over and submitting to the network. Maybe they already fought for him and got nowhere. At the end of the day, It's all money and business. So awful.
• Why on Earth did Anthony Green leave Saosin? They were so great with him.
• The Lakers defense. Westbrook and Durant combined for 68 points, guys. I thought you knew how to guard these children? You are big, burly men. Be big and burly, dammit.
• I'm not gonna mention it directly but it rhymes with blurl blime blating. What do I have to do? I'm on my knees here. 
• EDSA traffic. Fuck you to hell.

Look, everyone. Complaining is really easy. If you care enough about it, do something. Good thing I really only care about item number 6.

Favorite NBA Player

The other day, while lining up to see the Avengers, I saw Lakers 84-85 Championship DVD and commented to my co-worker that the safest thing to get me for my birthday (not for another 8 months) is anything related to the Lakers (and skinny neck ties)

I have enough checkered shirts to dress like Ben Wyatt but not enough skinny ties

This co-worker then commented that her son is also a Lakers fan and asked me who my favorite NBA Player was.

I was stumped. I was a bit annoyed that nobody in this current Lakers line up is charming enough to be my favorite player. I mean, sure, Kobe dresses nice and is arguably the greatest Laker ever, but that's not enough to be my favorite NBA Player.

The worst thing about this is that I don't have any criteria (I mean, my last favorite player was Allen Iverson and that guy is worse than Kobe) for a favorite player. Should he be a superstar, a good person who gives back to the community, as cool as Chris Kaman and Brad Miller perhaps?

How cool is Brad Miller, right?

The closest person I have in mind is Kevin Durant for a few reasons:

1. He used to play for the Seattle Super Sonics (now OKC Thunder) which is my actual favorite team before the Lakers came around.
2. He has a sweet, sweet jump shot (and everyone knows I like sweet things)
3. He's an overall awesome dude and very professional.

You know what, I can't think of a way to end this post so I'll just say outright that Kevin Durant is my current favorite player.

That doesn't mean I'm gonna start rooting for OKC because he plays there (unlike some sportscasters I know).

Laneway Fest - Singapore pt 1

For my first post of the year, I'd like to share two of the best things I have ever experienced in my life.

Getting out of the country. If you really really really know me, I never liked travelling. I don't like going on field trips, I don't enjoy long bus rides, I'm just not comfortable with it. I'd rather stay at home and watch TV. Despite all these, I do love watching and being surrounded in live music which overcomes my aversion for travelling.

When St. Jerome's Laneway announced their Singapore dates for 2012, my hipster friends from the internet went crazy. Rabid. And when these people go nuts over something, you'll know it's worth at least checking out. Singapore it is.

Being a first time travlah, I had to do everything for the first time. Booking flights, looking for places to stay, etc. And much like everything you do for the first time, it was a learning experience. I booked my flight about 3 or 4 months earlier than the date, which taught me a lot about commitments.............

I feel like I've said a lot of nonsense already, so let's just get on with the pictures.

You'll know something is important to me when I take pictures of myself. This was me as I left for the office that morning. My flight was in the afternoon.

Outside the airplane.

Leaving Manila for the first time.

Arriving in Singapore. This was officially the farthest I've been away from home. And I've been to Sagada.

Texas Chicken biscuits = Instant happiness.

Look at these children counting vehicles

At Marche (Where food was great, pricy, and the gay dude behind the counter talked funny)

Went to the Philatelic Museum (Museum for stamps) because it was the cheapest we could find...

...and it had a Tintin exhibition.

Helga and hair pink hair and yellow top.

Good Morning Towel!!!

Here's a bunch of postage um... cans.

The Chinese Jose Rizal looks like Jose Rizal

On our way to Orchard rd. we hopped on a double decker!

Helga was also being a tourist

Shinji being Shinji. Joey Being Joey.

Can't remember why I took this picture, but here it is.

End of part 1. Part 2 is about Laneway which was why I was there in the first place.