Our five-day stay in Davao was meaningfully foodgasmic. Meeting a friend unexpectedly in durianparadise made explorations easy as pie. That’s one character of a place: it makes one remember friends, names, other places. Together with Karla, we explored Davao’s food culture. Karla is a food expert, while I an eating expert. A good match, don’t you think? She is at a loss though since she’s a slow eater. 😉 Sarong Banggi has an elegant feel. The restaurant shared the same movie title starring Jacklyn Jose. *** to be continued
A conversation between imaginary parents about their imaginary kids. “What if she’d get hurt” “Let her appreciate the pain” “I mean, physical” “Teach her self-defense. Or let’s have a boy first. He will be the guard. And we won’t be overprotective parents, will we?” “Nah, but I’ll worry a lot.” “Ah, what are we doing.” “No future references” “We can’t help it.” “Yeah” “We never know what the future has in store for us. Perhaps there is no us there.” “But at least we create our future here, now. Whatever happens, we won’t blame ourselves for not having a future […]
Jo’s Fajita Salad | P107.14* “Manglibre ka, ron, te? (Will you treat us out, te?)” Virhenia asked. “It’s not my birthday! But let’s eat out!” It’s thirty past midnight. I told Jo, Judy, Ellen, and Sachi to go ahead because I had to drop by my place to get the camera. When the cab was about to pull over, I remembered I left the memory card at work. After getting the camera, Virhenia and I had to go back to the office to get it.
Address: G/F South Arcade, Banilad Town Center, Banilad, Cebu City Telephone Number: (+63 32) 239 0800 / (+63 32) 239 0999 Camera: Pawlito, a Nikon 3100 with 18-55 mm lens Roast Layered Pork Thankful. My college years would not have been easy without my crazy Titing, my paternal uncle. I did not have any curfew, so I often went home past midnight. Although I often made his wife, Ate Flor, worried, but I just shrugged it off. I spent the evenings browsing the Net at Ang Suga office and walked the eerily silent and loud streets to Sto. Niño. I sometimes […]