…was along this night market street.
Of course, before everything else, we *had* to have 奶茶, which is certainly creamier than what we get in Manila!
We joined the (seemingly) millions of Chinese (well, maybe a few hundreds only. It just felt like there were so many of them! Imagine Megamall on a Sunday!) shopping and eating. Here were our finds.
We stopped at this shawarma place (of course, I realize now that the shawarma can’t be seen. Olats.) which had chicken shawarma, Chinese style. The roll had cabbage, and the wrap was different…not as thick and it went around several times.
This is what was left of it because I forgot to take a picture. We were starving.
Right beside that, there was a lady who made noodles (we skipped her) and one who grilled veggies and meat. AMAZING!
We got eggplant (I’m tempted to say aubergines because they look sooooo good!), fresh shitake mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, chicken, mutton. Ay, ang sarap.
Here are the happy campers.
Somewhere along the way, we found this scallion pancake. There are no words to describe how good!! This picture does no justice.
There were candied fruits too, but we didn’t try them. They looked so pretty so I had to take a picture!
Certainly one night to remember!!
Because we had guests who arrived last week for my brother-in-law’s wedding last weekend, we were so busy! They started arriving in groups last Wednesday. And this was why we missed this:
After walking what felt like hours in this place, I know now why it’s called the Forbidden City. It was so huge, it forbids people to from wanting to walk to see the emperor. LOL!
I actually forgot to put sunscreen on the neck so I had a huge ring around my chest, where my shirt’s collar was. Hahaha!
I am Filipino by birth and Chinese by heritage. When a Singaporean friend ask me several years back what I would say if someone asked me if I were Chinese or Filipino, what would I say? I automatically said, “Filipino”. She said that she would, in the same vein, say “Singaporean”. (She’s Chinese by heritage as well.)
On the one hand, we, who are “not exactly” Pinoy and “not exactly” Chinese, have been blessed to have both worlds. On the other hand, it is also difficult because I have personally experienced being called “different” by other Pinoys.
Last night, S felt like he wanted ice cream. Old fashioned ice cream.
We had recently visited
Someone sent me the link to this cool site!
James is big. As in basketball player big.
His background is in physical therapy. And he did a two-year course with a reflexology school in Manila–the name of which suddenly escapes me. He says that the founder of the school was one of the pioneers in the country.
I remember when the results of the bar S took came out. We hit the gym (well, not together, he played badminton and I did the gym thing), and had dinner out. He was a picture of calm, cool and collected.
My folks were excited. My mom, most especially.