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... Andrea again, but no luck. I decided to go alone and hired to tricycle to take me there. The tricycle driver was saying most of town doesn't have wifi or any internet what so ever.
When I got to the lake. I was trying to get sold a tour which was going to set me back 3,800 pesos which was way too expensive for what they were trying to sell me. I managed to get them down to 1,500 pesos which I thought was still expensive. All I wanted was the boat over ...
... br> with Ming's Suman, I made an exception.
It wasn't very sweet because the suman was almost taste like sticky rice but
the "bucayo" was sweet. Put them together make a lot
difference. It was amazing. Even my friend who doesn't eat
"kakanin" too liked it.
We were surprised when an attendant served us Leche Flan because we didn't
order one even if they suggested that their ...
... if Willie would be coming tonight and she told us that he was already outside on the patio. Sure enough, we peaked out the curtains and there he was, eating dinner. Why on earth did I all of a sudden get nervous? haha
Quickly we finished up our meals and made our way to the patio. We asked some of the staff if we would approach him and they told us he was conducting a meeting with some people (production staff and or business partners, I'm sure) ...
... to see Malcanang Palace (the residence of the President of the Philippines) and go out to Mall of America to begin the search for a wood carving of the Last Supper for my mother. 2 years ago, Mom bought me a carving here and now it's my turn to return the favor! If time allowed, we would also hit Kawit, the site where Philippine independence was declared and finally, end the day by meeting Angela in Makati for dinner. It may not sound like a lot, but ...
... of the pivotal moments in my life. "For allergies," I say, and motion giving myself an injection - gently like using a traditional syringe, not in a violent stabbing manner. She takes the Epi-Pen away, reverently with two hands, and the other four officers convene a huddle, passing this enigmatic object around. Other passengers hurry by and pick their bags off the belt, since nobody at all was watching the screen. Those lucky *******s. The sense of dread ...