After bringing a brod of mine and his wife to their testing centers for their first day of medical board exams last Saturday, I continued driving through Recto till I made a left somewhere and found myself pleasantly lost in Binondo. Somehow, I found myself along Escolta. I decided to park along the famed bygone avenue and just started walking.
Eka and Patti S., two dear friends in Mass Comm, told me that they rarely check my blog any more. If that had come from other people, I wouldn’t have cared. There used to be a time, they claimed, when I’m third to their emails and friendster when it came to their online routine. True enough, ever since I got too busy in the student council last year and since I got involved in my frat, I barely get to spend time with them, among with my other film and Mass Comm friends. Up until a few months ago, they were regularly in a pictures in my entries. So to regain you as my blog patrons, here are picture from our lunch. 
There was a time when I couldn’t care less when I see news of residential demolitions on TV. I used to subscribe to the idea that it must be done for “aesthetic purposes” and for infrastructure projects that’s supposed to facilitate economic development. Those, or I couldn’t care less.
Last Thursday afternoon, while lounging at the basement of Vinzons Hall with some friends, an unusual commotion along Tandang Sora caught our attention. There was an ongoing demolition of the Balara residents’ establishments along the road for the supposed expansion of Circumferential Road 5 (C-5).
Let me share with you how I save a few pesos every day from lunch. Well, aside from skipping it altogether sometimes, I usually go to the Mass Comm cafeteria at the last few minutes of everyone’s lunch break. Why? That’s when some of the viands are on their last servings. Because they’re the last servings, I often get to ask the servers to give me all the last morsels of meat and vegetables or the last spoonfuls of sarsa. Yea, the last servings are the biggest. Often times too, the vegetables and the sauce are the only things left in say, a whole batch of kare-kare, for example. So I get the viand for half the price. Sometimes I even get my viand for free if the servers feel like it. Hehe. I use what I save to buy my dessert or to use for spare change for a few jeepney rides around the university.
On the other hand, let’s not talk about how I splurge and waste cash on other things.
May 28, 2007. After taking the Statue of Liberty tour, we walked around Battery Park for a while until we found ourselves buying “cheap” shirts off ambulant vendors on the pedestrian sidewalk just across the Wall Street bull.
