A night in Manila

My singing friends just threw an early birthday party for me today, now I am so stuff with bagoong and adobo. It was a nice thing for me to have them celebrate my birthday. Though I don't speak their language (and actually that was fine, as long as there is food - despite my body size, I am a big eater - I would be fine, no matter where I am and no matter who the people surround me, and what kind of language), but I didn't feel like an outcast.

Besides, sincerity, honesty and kindness speak in their own language. I don't have to be able to speak Tagalog to understand that.