Jasmine as they call in other countries, Sampaguita in the Philippines. This tattoo from Monica of South Carolina is a version of Philippine national flower. Therewith is the last name of her amazing friend who means the world to her who also lives in the Philippines.

Being in a United States Navy, seeing a female Filipino having a tattoo is normal and traditional. Even though it’s typical, Yza still had this tattoo of her family to show her love to her roots and the strong tightness between her and her family . Aside from showing the world how Filipinos are family oriented, she also wants everybody to know that she love her mother so much through this tattoo.

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Ria sends in her Baybayin tattoo of Umibig. don’t know what it means? Learn the language

Inked by Joe at Starlight Tattoos, NJ

Look out for more photos from her soon.

Dream & Faith

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Kat also wanted to see how the tattoo would look, so I added the Baybayin scripts over a photo she sent in.

Her wrist says Ate (big sister).

Some photos of Kat

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From Kim (the person tattooed)

I can honestly say that all my tattoos have special meaning for me. However, this is the most meaningful one by far. I can’t think of a better group of people to have shared the last 21 years of my life with or a better way to pay tribute to them. Now they will really be with me everywhere I go.

I grew up with more love and support than anyone could ever ask for. My extended family consists of 5 extra sets of parents and countless brothers and sisters. My Uncle Meng dubbed the family the Kabute (Kabuti) because we seemed to be growing exponentially with every passing year. The name stuck and has become a part of our every day vocabulary. On the weekends it’s enough for Justin to ask “Hey, what’s the Kabute doing?”…I automatically know who he’s asking about. We have Kabute Kid’s Day when everyone who has a job calls off from work and cancels all plans. That day is meant for hanging out with the family from *Filipino breakfast until the inevitable poker game ends at about 3AM the next day.
As we get older we find it harder to see one another as much as we would like to. Jobs, school, and children just don’t allow us to do all the things we want to do sometimes. When the idea of the Kabute tattoo presented itself almost everyone responded positively without hesitation. Now the baby who I used to babysit when he was 3 months old was going to go to a tattoo parlor and get ink with me. It still amazes me when I look at the kids (now adults but they will always be the kids to me) and realize just how much we’ve shared together. They are the most amazing group of people I’ve ever known. They’ve shaped me into who I am today…and I’m sure the impact of the Kabute is no less for their lives.

Alibata or Baybayin may not be the most beautiful script in the world, but it holds a special meaning to me and my Kab Kids. Some accounts say that the Spaniards tried to use Alibata to convert the Filipinos to Catholicism by using it to translate Catholic doctrine. Let’s be honest…when you force your government, your religion, your language, and even your names on a group of people you see as “Godless and barbaric” you can’t expect them not to pick up your alphabet as well. Eventually, the Pinoys were converted; Spanish was taught in schools and found a place in the Tagalog language; Bondocoy and Guanlao became Sanchez and Villanueva…and the use of Alibata died. Alibata was an obvious choice for this tattoo. It signifies a return to my roots before all the corruption set in. Before outsiders came in and forced their ways upon the Philippines. It signifies my roots with the Kabute…the family that knew me before I grew up and the corruption of the outside world was set in me. It’s a reminder to never forget where I came from and never forget the people who love me most. A return to my roots and an unbreakable connection to my real family.

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Filipino breakfast is the best breakfast ever…if you’re ready to consume your weight in meat. It consists of at least 4 kinds of cured and fried meats, fried fish, fried eggs…all sitting on a bed of freshly cooked with rice. The egg yolk can then be sopped up with a pandesal (Filipino rolls) and everything washed down with a cup of coffee.

From Justin who posted the photo on his blog:

Decades ago a group of Filipino-American immigrants who came to the states by way of the US Navy began referring to their group of friends as the kabuti (mushroom in Tagalog) because more members of their family kept popping up around them like mushrooms. They remained close over the years, and their children grew even closer. No fewer than four groups of siblings have grown up in this extended family closer than most blood relatives: The Kabuti Kids. Everyone is just about reaching the age where it is becoming harder and harder to spend time with each other and some of them felt like it was necessary to keep a permanent reminder of this very significant familial connection.

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