writing
-
Dear gods…
We were at the Shinobazu-no-ike Bentendo Buddhist temple in Ueno Park when yet again, we were confronted with the seeming contradiction of tourism and religion. You can’t take a photo of the shrine interior, but inside, you’re welcome to choose and buy from a plethora of trinkets that promise everything from passing your exams successfully… Continue reading
-
In the city
I hate tours.I hate to be directed, told where to go, what to do and to be spoon-fed information which for the most part, I could have learned by myself. Sure, we put in tons of notes gathered from everywhere but the moment we landed, that was inexplicably thrown out the window. We were led… Continue reading
-
An ode to Mondays
There was a time when I really hated Mondays. I worked in Manila for a while and made the commute from Pangasinan every week, and the Sundays for me, felt like a prisoner on death row’s final day. I would see the sun set after having gone out cycling with the boys, smell the pork… Continue reading
-
Is it fair to hate your local supermarket because of the people who shop there?
Going into our local supermarket today, I spied at the corner of my eye, ridiclously small pottles of salad going for $10. What a scam I thought. But barely 10 minutes later at the deli section, I scammed myself into buying a pottle of raw broccoli and cranberry salad for $15. I had a very… Continue reading
