My Super Lolo.
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I have the best Lolo in the world!
He was always accommodating and warm but that was it. There was never a real conversation with him not until I graduated from college. Growing up, he is always been that old guy who likes reading books, has few things to say but the moment he opens his mouth everybody listens. Every time we visit my grand parents it’s my grandmother who is the first one to greet us, always loud yet loving. I’ve always known my lolo as an opposite of my lola in many ways yet they compliment each other. When I started looking for a job, I remember my lolo reaching out to me as his own way of sense of support. Until this very day he never ceases to amaze me. Now I realize he has become my friend. He loves to know everything about what I’ve been doing. He appreciates a simple text message. He is very thoughtful in many ways. He values relationships and is still very sports minded even at the age of 80.
God Bless you Lolo!
I am not a boxing fan and I always tell myself, never will be. But there I was, screaming as loud as I can, rooting for Manny Pacquiao against David Diaz of Mexico as the seventh round turned. Looking at Diaz’s face it was horrible, his eyes were bloody and his eyebrows that were supposed to be in place were puffed up from all the pounding. Manny Pacquiao or Pacman as he is commonly known doesn’t have a bloody face compared to Diaz who looks like a mess up there. Pacman was really strong and fast with his moves. This is another victory for the Philippines. Go Manny! Make Filipinos proud!