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Paradise for me is . . .

. Her voice

. The scent of her hair when she hugs me

. Her hugs

. Her “okay raka babe?”

. Her “baaaaaabe!”

. Her “babe palihug ra gud ko. . . .”

. The scent of her used clothes and handkerchiefs

. Her cooking (bihon, adobo, paksiw, paliyaaaaa, mga sinabaw, sunny side up and omelette, baguio beans, fried rice, utan . . . .)

. Photos of her and us

. When she sings

. Her reaction when I fart

. When she farts

. Her good mornings and good nights

. Bedtime cuddle

. Her reminding me when I will exercise

. Her playing out loud Ed Sheeran songs (newly acquired)

. Her “babe hilota ko bi”

. Her “huuuuuuy baabe” or “amaw man ka babe” or “buang man ka babe” to my green jokes

. Her “tugnaw babe, ang electric fan!”

. Her concern for my health (cooks food and monitors me everytime)

. Her “okay ra akong kilay babe?”

. Her “dili ra kabang akong nawng babe?”

. Her “ramen ta babe naaaa!”

. Her “kapila naman tika ingnan na pag glasses”

. Her “haaaaaay” (sigh sa kapungot kung pabadlong ko)

. Her “akong glasses babe”

. Her forgetfulness

. Her turban after baths

. Her “I miss you”

. Her “akong bugas babe ba, ni grabe na”

. Her saying “junior and juniora” (hehehehe)

. Holding hands with her

. Her eyes

. Her unlimited kisses

. Her “dako naman ka ug tiyan babe”

. Her “mag Zumba nako” (dayun gihangak wa pay 10 minutes)

. Her pointed nose

. Her height

. Her smile


(list still updating). . . . . 

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