You know you've walked around too much when you start tinkering with your pinky toe while asking yourself why you can never be Louise Gluck. Scuff off a sliver and tah dah, short-lived gratification.

I'm proud to announce that I've been trike-celibate since returning to Manila. I like walking. Even to the train station, I do, rain and all. This afternoon while walking to Xanland, I thought I'd try out the deep-fried empanada. Smells nice; will taste later for dinner.

Methinks it would have been better if consumed fresh and crispy from the sweltering, golden rivers of corpulence. Nevertheless, if you ordered the vegetarian variant like I did, skip the dipping sauce: it is fermented evil. What they claim to be "empanada" is actually crescent-shaped tokneneng filled with substandard mayo, veggies, and egg. It shall cost your life 38 pesos; 40 pesos if you're partial to meat.


Look at me, mom...
(photo: Pinoy Food & Other Cuisine

Last night, I watched Twilight sponsored by Gorm. I admit to laughing randomly. Then again, I could be wrong. My advice: if you haven't an idea of the plot/characters, then leave whatever sensibility you have at the door. Let go. Surrender yourself to the sexual tension, to the excessive brooding, to the utter lack of melanin, to the token black vampire who wasn't at all "pale-skinned". Not even a shade lighter, no!

You will have enjoyed your night. You will have transcended your usual, post-tween self.

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