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Little Tokyo

I finished my midterm oral exams yesterday afternoon. Subject was Theology. The exercise lasted for about 10 minutes. In my case it always ends with a desperation for world peace. Let's see you try and "explain the nature and presuppositions of all theological discourse."

There are some things you can’t make up. These things are called milestones.

Sandi and I met in school since we agreed, during the week before, to go to Little Tokyo in Makati. The commute was bearable. A guy pointed out where we could take the jeepney to our destination. Thanks, Kuya Guy.





Photo by S.



"Even the cats look Japanese," said S. (If you plan on abandoning your books, at least find them a suitable home. Mushroom-hood is a vortex. Books are like branches. Cling, my friend, cling!)



The place had a little grocery selling good loot. The Japanese community get their stuff here.



Another lesson about life in general: mochi isn't always sweet.



That's the Pinoy Okonomiyaki apprentice. The owner, a 40-something Japanese man, was breathing down their necks like a hawk (Ramen Girl, anyone?) He was also handsome. Thus, I didn't have the guts to take his photo. Know that being "in like" impedes my decision making faculties. Guh.



We ordered shrimp and squid. Okonomiyaki is a savory version of a pancake with vegetables, egg and meat. (P210.00) いただきます !



We're still together and going strong.



Dessert. Photo by S.



After my thesis defense, S. and I shall plunge into a bowl of ramen. Wanna come?

Directions: Ride the MRT to Magallanes Station. Take the jeepney to PRC. Go down once you see Heritage Suites. Look to your right. That's Little Tokyo, my friend.

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