Google Translate Fails and Meddlesome Folk

I just typed the word "pikon" in Google Translate and it insists that in English, its "harmony".

Oh, the irony.

Why did I attempt it? E kasi napikon ako. And I wanted to say it. But how am I supposed to, now? (Okay, so I'll tell the story.)

Frustrations

*sigh*

Quarter-life Crisis, or What Am I To Do Now?

I've recently learned that Tito Chino's wife is going to New York City to work. She'd been hired by...an accounting firm, I guess (I didn't get the details) and she'll be leaving on the fourth of February. She already has an apartment in, if I'm not mistaken, Manhattan, and once she's settled in my uncle will follow.

This is great news for them, since I think they're potential is wasted here.  Hey, they are two of the most patriotic people I know, but when there are dreams to reach and mouths to feed, and you have opportunity like this knocking on your door, the only thing to do is to answer.

A Song Triggers A Closeted Hopeless Romantic To Pretentious Jabber

While listening to morning radio, I heard this song by Train, and immediately started sighing.

It's a times like this when I wish I'm more "girly".

Uncle Anecdotes: Sneakers vs. Ice Cream

Upon learning that my uncle--let's call him Tito Chino, in honor of his prominent chin and the fact that the last two letters are the beginning of his real name--was hanging out in Megamall, I cut my train trip short and decided to meet up with him.

In the middle of the casual insults we greeted each other with--all in good fun, mind you--I mentioned that Converse came out with a limited edition Dr. Seuss series.

Ah, Google Image Search. You never fail to make me drool.