First off, let’s get things straight — no, I didn’t write this one, and, in my defense, my wife made me post it =). If I sound defensive, you’ll know why when you get to the end of the – how to call it, poem? This is one of those emails currently going around and I’d be more than glad to attribute authorship if someone steps up.) (more…)
My mother loved that Jollibee commercial years back, wherein a son, upon receivng his first salary, brought his mother to a local Jollibee branch and promised that next time, he will treat her at Jollibee-Hongkong.
If you come to think of it, starting at the middle of our socio-economic structure, there’s really nothing fancy about a treat at Jollibee, or any fast food restaurant for that matter. It’s even more “fancy” to accompany your mother in a leisurely evening walk along Baywalk, unless, of course, your mother is wearing a “Resign. Now Na!” shirt and goes by the name of “Dinky”. (more…)
