A feel of China

It was a spur of the moment. Raffy and I decided to have a walk in China Town.

We passed the jewelry shops that display all the gold earrings, necklaces, rings and other jewelries we could imagine.   It all glitters before our eyes.  Ahh! Gold!

We walk the pavement like two truant school boy and girl who were ogling at people, giggling and taking pictures.

At around 11am, we decided to eat in Wai Ying Restaurant.  The looks of it reminds me of the restaurants in Hong Kong; the type that wouldn’t really attract you. Braised beef were displayed on the glass window, and you will see the cook preparing the dishes as you entered.  Tables and chairs were the simplest; those that are made of plastics that would slide on the floor when you are sitted. There were no decors or whatsoever.

I was tempted to order a duck but I decided to go with something that my tongue and stomach were familiar. I ordered asado and chicken with rice. I am not sure what the green spices were but I appreciated its taste and contrast with the chicken.

Raffy ordered minced beef with egg and rice. Looks weird to me, it was like a hardened gravy.  It tasted better if you dip it in soy sauce.

What’s best with the meal?  Well, we have a serving of Hakaw.

A trip to this other side of Manila wouldn’t end unless you will buy hopia. They may be available in the grocery stores but there is a different feel in buying it there.  Where else should we buy? But in the famous Eng Bee Tin. I bought 3 delicious flavors – Hopiang baboy, Monggo and Ube.  

Blabbering on Love and Death

Did I ever say I love Milan Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being? Well, several times probably.

Got inlove with it's poetry, it's depth and lightness.  I was disappointed with it is movie adaptation though.  But how could it make it at par with the book, when the story is really meant for reading? 

Anyway,  I saw the book lying on my dusty shelf.  Browsing through the tainted pages brought back the memories on how I felt when I read it.  It was an emotional ride of anxiety and happiness. 

One of my favorite lines in the book is:  People were hermaphrodites until God split them into two, and now all the halves wander the world seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

Sound so beautiful yet sad.  How fortunate for people to find their so-called other halves.  But for the rest who haven't found it, never live in anquish.  Life is so short to dwell on that feeling.  There are so many better things to do than entertain that thought.  Having a dog as a lifetime partner ain't bad!  For sure he will be loyal to you forever.  OR how about the thought of travelling around the world, try all the cuisine and food you could possibly imagine and see the beautiful places with you and your SLR? that sounds fun. 

Happiness doesn't mean having a partner for crying out loud.

We came to this world without nothing, with no one...and when we die, we'll die alone.  With that, I guess, Milan Kundera was lying afterall.