robb and i were at the mall the other day and we noticed two filipino ladies sitting next to us at the food court. i love fobby filipino accents; they make me smile as they remind me of the philippines. the ladies were speaking a mixture of tagalog and broken english… what my dad so arrogantly refers to as “taglish.”

one of the ladies was commenting about hair products: “eet’s not eben gel; eet’s more ob a lotion.” (comprendo?)

robb and i have been quoting them all day today. it’s been quite the hoot.

note: robb and i do not discriminate against fobs. we embrace them with open arms. my mom’s a fob, and i love her dearly.