Good times, good times.

Next month will be the worst month of my life since New Kids on the Block split up.

Every two years Filipinos from my mom’s home province return to the Philippines for a month of partying, gluttony, and reunion-ing. They call it “TBTK“. Because I won’t be going this year, I call it “I don’t have any money and im busy making ends meet so I can’t go my life stinks.”

This sucks. It’s bad enough that I miss my family there, now my family HERE will be going there to scuba dive, eat raw fish, and drink tuba (coconut wine) for a whole month. I wonder if New Kids on the Block will be getting back together sometime soon. I don’t think so.

Time for a drink…