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La Cocina de Tita Moning signing off.

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La Cocina de Tita Moning , the restaurant that started me off on my food journey and the place I first visited with Manuel, was closing down because the family who owns the place was selling the property off. I thought that I should visit it one last time, preferably with the people who have joined me in trying out new restaurants every year. And so I found myself back at the Legarda Mansion with Man, Ate Bing, Ate Mary, and Pogs . As always, the food was so good and we were received very warmly by the mansion's majordoma , Tita Tining. And just like all the other times I've been there, I was given a tour of the mansion. Seeing how the alta sociedad spent their free times never got old. Because while I do get the luxury of having hobbies, I feel that my time is split between my indoor hobbies (like colouring books) and chores (if I actually get the time to do my chores). On the other hand, the owners of the mansion, back in the day, could fill their free time ...

Chasing waterfalls...

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So, on a hot summer afternoon, Matty, Maya, Martin, and I went to Luisiana, Laguna to visit three waterfalls. I didn't expect a full-fledged hike and was thinking this to be more similar to a visit to Daranak Falls , for instance. Or even to Pagsanjan Falls , in which we were basically in a boat the whole trip to the waterfalls. So, I didn't bring water or food... thinking that these would be available along the way.  But I was wrong. To visit the three waterfalls, we had to really hike, go over boulders, and cross streams... something I typically wouldn't do wearing running shoes. But since when have I planned day trips involving mountains properly, right?  And so as we were hiking, I can't help but play TLC's song "Waterfalls" in my head. The chorus particularly resounded because we typically stayed in lakes or at sea when we go wakeboarding. This is only the second time I've trekked with Matty (I'm not counting the hike to see Yamb...

a few thoughts on the 2016 Philippine Presidential elections

I'm going to echo what many have been saying about this year's Presidential elections in the Philippines: it is the most polarising one that my generation and the next (yeah, the ones who's first adopted the internet and social media) has had the privilege to participate in so far. It has also yielded a lot of unexpected results . My favourite is this: people came out in droves to vote. The Commission on Elections has reported that 81% of the voting population exercised their right to suffrage; this is the highest turnout in the history of the use of those Precinct Count Optical Scanner (PCOS) machines.  My experience.   Weeks leading up to the election, I chose not to take an active part in heated arguments and debates about the merits and weaknesses of candidates seeking to serve the people for the next six years. Several reasons. One, I didn't want my relationships with my relatives and my friends be damaged by this elections. Two, I wanted my vote to be base...

Kangaroos (or wallabies?) in the wild and electrified fences.

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Ten years ago, I first visited New South Wales as a PhD student. Ten years ago, I was using a point-and-shoot camera because I didn't have a digital camera yet. Ten years ago, it was my first time to see marsupials (ever) in the wild... they took on the form of kangaroos or wallabies... I'm not sure.  Anyway, this photo was taken sometime in October 2006 when Bob Gilbert, my USyd and UQ thesis adviser, took me and other students from other countries into one of the national parks near Boomerang Beach. We stopped by the roadside when these animals were sighted. We got out of the car and stood by the side of the road to continue watching them. Across the road was a tall metal fence with a warning sign: "Electrified fence. Do not jump." In my head, I thought, who in his right mind would ever think of jumping over a fence that's almost twice as tall as I am?!?  A few minutes later, one of these kangaroos stood near me, also looking at the tall fence. I ...