I was so tired the night before coming from Calatagan that I didn’t wake up till 9:30 am. My son was beside my bed whispering, “mom, mom, may I have some money…. I paid for my books, ….. “. When I opened my eyes, I saw him wearing his jersey and ready to leave. I stood up with my eyes still heavy and gave him some cash for his merienda after basketball.
My husband and I initially intended to drive south to check-out something, but it was a slow, overcast, gloomy day.
We managed to drag our butts and went to mass at Christ The King Parish.
on our way to church
Women wearing revealing clothes receiving communion were wrapped with shawl by the church volunteers. Those who learned their lessons brought their own shawls.
Deliberations on where to eat afterwards ensued. Gloria Maris won.
The one in Greenhills was always full and usually a 30 minute wait was standard. This time we waited for only about 15 minutes.
I have never left this restaurant NOT feeling so buntis from the tons of soup and tokwa that I have eaten. This kind of meal is not for those who are figure conscious.
Mix sake with fresh minced garlic and chopped spring onions
shabu-shabu requires whole family participation
My kids’ favorite Hakaw
There were young artistas dining beside our table, but we’re so busy eating to mind them. Though we did recognize one of them was Melissa Ricks or Hicks? Both wrong?
Taro puff, I ate the missing part.
siao long pao
We made the mistake of ordering this imported white chicken. meat was hard and not good. Sayang P650 ++
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Great post my friend yet again, you never seem to dissapoint
Going to mass is important to Catholics like me. My parents required us to go to mass every sunday. We should not forget to follow our religion.
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