Iyugyog mo! Iyugyog mo!

“Iyugyog mo! Iyugyog mo! Iyugyog mo! (small voice) Iyugyog mo!”

(trans.: c’mon jiggle it!4x)

- my dad singing to one of Willy Revillame’s song while jogging

I was quietly jogging with my dad around the village with my two little brothers tagging along on their bike when all of a sudden I hear my dad sing that awful awful awful song.

First it was my little brothers singing an Aegis song while I was on my emo mode the other day, now this.

I almost tripped. Face flat on the rough pavement. Seriously.

Ohhhh. I fear for myself. What sort of gene runs through my blood????!!!!!!

Then on our way home, he sees an old lady rummaging through trash. Getting whatever cartons, bottles, or any recyclable junk she can find. And as she goes to one trash bin to another, she was having an obviously hard time carrying her sack of cartons.

My dad then literally ran towards her to help. And after reaching another bin, he gave her a folded paperbill before running back to us. The look on the old lady’s gratified face was enough to get me all teared up, I simply had to look away.

Dad, you may be the most jologs/ uncool dad there is, but hey, I am proud to have you as my dad.

Crazy gene pool or not, I love you dad.