Some gnarly fog up in Baguio! (Taken with Instagram)
Wooooo! Next favorite flavor! #MagnumCapuccino ❤❤❤ (Taken with Instagram)
Heehee! Happily engaged ❤💑 (Taken with Instagram)
small talk is the worst
tell me your darkest secrets or fuck off
I want to do the cheesiest things with you. I want to save you from the deluge that overwhelms our street every other year, call out to your window and pick you up on my surfboard so we can paddle away into the stormy night, and hopefully not catch leptospirosis. At my house, less than a block away but higher up than yours so there is no fear of the flood—only fear of losing electricity or worse, the WiFi connection—we can drink hot chocolate and pick out clothes and food that we plan to give away the next day for relief operations. We can cuddle on the couch, warming each other while we argue over things we know nothing about, such as poor urban planning and overpopulation and PAGASA being as accurate as Amanda Seyfried’s boobs in Mean Girls, and throw our hasty uninformed solutions at each other, gently, lovingly, like a goose down pillow fight. Then we can promptly forget the world and feel infinite as we settle into watching a fake DVD copy of the latest romcom that hasn’t even come out in theaters yet.
I want to make babies with you, little You’s and Me’s, many more than the national average reported by the census bureau, many many more than we could possibly provide for. But everything will be okay, because we have each other, and we have love. We can fill each other up with love, and nine months later when the product of our love arrives, he will never go hungry because love can sustain anything.
I love the little romantic things you do, like take off your tsinelas to kill the ipis for me while I shriek my head off because I am so afraid. I like it even when, the ipis, upon realizing its impending doom, starts to fly and you, too, scream and run. I appreciate the effort.
I can’t wait to grow old with you, and have our grandchildren who no longer know how to make bless running around our feet. Then we can look back wistfully on our lives and see how little has changed, except maybe that Manila has reclaimed even more of the bay and the sun no longer sets on sea, rocks, and flies, now only kitschy mall fronts and rip off hotels.
Danny’s innovation: beef burger on goat cheese with sundried tomato. It doesn’t look like much but DANG it’s good! (Taken with Instagram)
Danny boy and his buffet food innovations (Taken with Instagram)