Old Familiar Places

whiskey loaded beats and lyrical feats

all between these wrinkled sheets

as you wipe the sleep from my eyes
with barely a w h i s p e r

oh, to be tangled up in you

and the mess of your f i n g e r s

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Life in 4x4

December so far has been messy - quite literally, as we've been doing a lot of spring (or winter?) cleaning at home. Being the huge sentimentalist that I am, you can imagine that letting go of old memorabilia - post it notes, movie tickets, and whathaveyou - would be like pulling teeth, but not this time. I'm of the belief that there ain't nothin' like the sound of a digital trash can being emptied out, so I just applied the cold ruthlessness in deleting files on my computer to real life. Quit with all the unnecessary nostalgia and attachment to clutter; it's the memories that count, at the end of the day. Now that we're on the topic of memories and because I have no visuals to accompany this post, here's a dump of some of the photos I've posted on Instagram over the past few months. When my family went to Calatagan / Pizza. Every single day. Beef brisket noodles from Shi Lin (great now I'm hungry) / ice cream happiness / and Bianca...

It's Cold Outside

Here's a visual diary of our most recent trip to Hong Kong.

long weekend

When I was younger, my summers were spent in the backseat of the family Nissan with my mama blasting Billy Joel (greatest hits album on cassette, of course!) on the radio and my papa behind the wheel. My sisters and I used to swim way past pruny fingers and toes, during high noon, grumpily complaining when our parents would tell us to get out of the water. I guess in a few ways, we've grown up a little bit because our road trips now aren't for coming back to the city seven shades darker, but for some good ol' R & R. :D

Hello Tonichi

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