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... the seventh day, that soul shall be cut off from Israel. And in the first day there shall be to you a holy convocation, and in the seventh day a holy convocation; no manner of work shall be done in them, save that which every man must eat, that only may be done by you" (Exodus 12:15-16). So today we met again at the Legend Villas for the "holy convocation" or the "sacred public meeting" - 34 in attendance in all. As in every congregation of the Church of God we had a ...
... than other charities at the minute. Exchange rate is good in this part of the world and these guys are truly ******. We'll be handing out whatever budget we don't spend on Monday to the streetfolk in the area. More than 25% of the population of the Phipz is allegedly in poverty. We count 4 people sleeping rough before we get to the first bar, and some of them are young children. It's tough to walk past it when we're fairly well off Leah ordered up an apple San Miguel. Is very ...
... felt like Andre the Giant
Or that guy from the movie "Big Fish"
I was getting depressed at this whole pant size mess
When who to my wandering eyes should appear
But the always too happy Fix It Up Chappy
With a big smile and his hand in the air
"You need pants?" he inquired
"I need pants" I agreed
And he grabbed a few pairs from the rack
"You are Size 32?"
I say "size 33"
"Ok, I be right ...
... outside of the mall, tonight I wandered into one called Florabel. Now, I'm a fairly sharp guy but sometimes observation isn't my strong suit. I walk in, backpack, headphones, minor narc peddler beard, and dirty hat and am escorted to a table by a very well pressed gentleman. He sits me down at a table where there is a legit candle (not a tea light) and proceeds to hand me a menu. He wouldn't let the menu hit the table and he presented to me ...
... led the group Scripture reading was like the Filipino Paul Harvey, his voice made me consider moving here. But what if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks we're too different to be friends? What if he found out that I said the streets of the city he lives in sometimes smell like sewer and tomato paste? He seems like a guy that always finds out the rest of the story. Maybe it's best not to move here.
After church I went to Pizza Hut. Although tempted by ...