Post-siesta cravings

A lazy afternoon. Just woke up from a two-hour nap, thanks to the rain and the cold and the hypnotic silence of my room. When was the last time I took a siesta on a cool, rainy day? As a child I used to detest my father for forcing me to sleep after lunch, but now I regret my stubborness. Had I obeyed him, I'd have grown up to six foot tall. Now I'm among the shortest guys in class.

With Diomedes Maturan's ballad, Sa Sulyap Mo, playing in the background (also one of my father's favorites), I groggily browsed through emails and blogs I subscribe to. My stomach felt empty, so I took a generous bite off my roommate's snack, the sesame-coated tikoy by Salazar Bakery. When it comes to food, I have very low EQ. I also browsed through my iPod's pictures folder, which mostly has photos of food I enjoyed recently. I felt hungry.

The pansit in Salido's in Binondo was good. I should try one of these shiny, roasted chicken parts.

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The vegetarian restaurant, Greens, along Tomas Morato, served delicious plant food. I enjoyed the eggplant served with cheese.

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I came here with good friends from church. They seem to know all the good places to eat.

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Mexican Express along Scout Tuazon, Quezon City was surprisingly good, too.

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I'm craving for vanilla ice cream wrapped in fried lumpia wrapper.

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For lunch last Sunday, I went to Behrouz Persian Restaurant, also along Scout Tuazon.

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I ordered humous, which I also enjoyed.

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I'm hitting the hay again. Sayang kasi ang ulan, kailangang itulog.

UPDATE (March 30, 2012): We had the last session of ICC Year this morning. This Year is arguably the best year in the med school so far. It's all exams next week.

After the last session in ICC Year!

My brother was doing something at the nearby Department of Justice, so we met up at Robinsons Mall. He wanted to swing by my apartment to get some of his stuff that I borrowed.

Moleskine

Again, praise be to God for the delicious food on a rainy day.

Salad

Apple + bread

If the bleakness—the dark, cloudy days—continue to persist, I don't know how I'll be able to finish reading up all the materials for the exams. It gets harder and harder to refuse sleep.

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