Friday, February 11, 2011
Unfinished
A huge smile is drawn on Mang Jun's face as he walks down the street corner where the jeep he's been driving for 9 years now is garaged. It's 5:30 in the afternoon and the daylight is nearly fading. The sky is orange and covered by thick atmosphere layers of dust and pollution. He took a deep breath as if everything is nice and new. Happy go lucky in nature, Mang Jun whistles to the sound of occasional air as he burped out and smell the fresh scent of tinola his wife Aling Linda cooked for early dinner. Mang Jun came from the province of Bukidnon.
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