It was my first day of school, which was perhaps the fifth for my classmates. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the class. Perhaps because I was not as narrowminded as usual. Perhaps because it was a great motley of old and new faces.
Joed’s Lutong Hapon’s Yaki Udon at P110 I am willing to take risk when it comes to traveling, but I am not as daring when it comes to food. Admittedly, I have this habit of associating restaurants with food, thus limiting my culinary experience. No, I don’t have a discriminating taste. But I eat what I’m most comfortable with. A surprising food writing/photography assignment changed this habit. An omnivorous scouted Cebu City for restaurants that offer varied vegetarian or vegetarian-friendly dishes.
November 1st and the colors it brought I greeted November with the thoughts of going home but stayed in the city instead. I welcomed November with a bottle of Tanduay Ice along the lonely, crowded Mango Street dazed from its post-October bliss with Sashi, Virhenia, and Jacklyn. We were cool for sitting and drinking in front of National Bookstore waving to the passing motorists, who smiled at our antics—our sorry attempt on pretending as prostitutes in heat.