Those Brits.
Not to worry, I wasn’t driving.

Look at that broad open road runway.

Sigh. If only public roads were this smooth and wide.

And I’m not the least bit allergic to it either.
Someone help me please.
I wouldn’t have to worry about human illnesses. I’d have super organs that don’t go haywire on me, and I could zoom back and forth from doctor’s offices faster than Simon Cowell can backtrack from comments that are 12 million votes removed from reality. Not that I’d need to anyway.
And I could have this view of Central Park any time I felt like it.

I’d have x-ray vision too, so make sure you’re not wearing underwear that’s ready to walk away on its own. You know, in case you get into an accident and I have to come rescue you or something.
On second thought, maybe being Superman isn’t all it’s cut out to be.
I write, cook, play music, and make pictures. Not necessarily in that order. I was born and raised in the Philippines, and it shows. That means I eat rice with every meal, love my cousins like my own siblings, and firmly believe that avocados are best eaten with cream and sugar.
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