Mush Alert. This thing called love makes you appreciate even the siliest things. Like this totally irrelevant and bewildering conversation that happened on the way to work this morning:

"Hun, who's that artist who sang the new version of Tsinelas*?"
Chips thinks. "There's an old one and a new one right."
Uh. That's what I said. "Yeah. The original one is by Yano."
"Ah, yes."
"Who sang that new version?"
"The new version is the one that's medyo reggae."
"Ya who sang that." Are we even going anywhere here.
Chips struggles to think about the question. "Argh, sino na nga yun"
I rattle my brain. I'm OC about these things.
He then has what seems to be the answer. "It's that guy..."
The at-the-tip-of-the-tongue feeling. Hate that.
"He's the guy with the lisp."
I look at him blankly.
"He can't pronounce his S's right." And he goes on to sing - "Mang kulath, pabili nga ng thinelath."
I just let out a half-breed of a sigh and a defeated laugh as he continues with the song:
"Pudpod na at gath-gath, baka papigtath..."
"Hun, I need the name of the artist, not the type of disfunction he has."
He laughs inspite of himself. "I love you."
I laugh, that tone-deaf lisped rendition still ringing in my ears. "Love you too."

*Tsinelas means slippers. The song is basically about a guy who needs to buy new slippers (from Mang Kulas) because his old ones are already extremely worn out.