‘Cause tonight, March 1st, 2010, the moon shines so beautifully it can only be looked upon with eyes worthy of it.

Yours.

(Pardon the cheese.)

After all these years, my dad still hasn’t lost his touch with “pambobola”. And after all these years, my mom still likes it, falls for it. The only difference now is that he doesn’t have to do it to win her over; he does it because he means to say it, and somehow, it just doesn’t seem to get old for her. I guess a little mush ‘n’ cheese doesn’t hurt every now and then.

Thanks, pa, for teaching me the art.