Who says you can’t swim before you can walk?

We lived around the coastal area of Cebu City. I was born into a family of fish porters. We were a partially floating village. My grandfather’s main source of income was carrying heavy loads of fishes on his head inside a huge steel basin, from the coast to the market, which was few meters away.

Time for the #throwbackthursday childhood extravaganza

Today, I saw a blog talking about all the shitty things our country and its people have. He expected Filipinos to serve his food the American way. Local food joints are trained to serve hungry customers, period. Anyway, there are many observations there that might hit hard, as in sad and complete truth but still