Road Trip: Binondo (Estero)

I was meaning to write something about this trip but it happened months ago and I didn’t realize that this was still on my hard drive.

 

I have vague memories of this day, partly because of the amount of time that passed since we went here, and partly because I stayed awake for around 20 hours just to eat at this place.

 

The things I do for food.

My friend Jasper has been raving about Estero, a restaurant in Binondo, a couple of weeks before we went there so we were stoked to go there and eat good (and authentic Chinese) food at a reasonable price. Also, in spite of spending a lot of time near that area, I haven’t been in China Town so we also decided to have a little tour of the area. So, on a Saturday, after the shift, we immediately boarded a bus on a quest for frog legs. And since I already forgot everything we ordered, I’m just gonna show stolen borrowed photos from Jasper’s page.

More pictures after the cut.

 

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Road Trip: Binondo (Estero)

My Kryptonite

So, I recently joined Twitter and GetGlue. Which definitely means that I’m gonna have less time for my already dying Plurk account. Joining these social-network sites made me realize one of my biggest faults as a person. And that is that I lack focus. All I do is start something and end up not finishing it when I’m done with the interesting parts of it. Just look at the books I’m reading. There are a lot of them but they’re all just piled up and only half-finished.

I lack follow through. Just look at this blog which ended up like a depository of reblogged pages and links of videos I found interesting. I used to write more in my old blog than in this one. And don’t get me started with my “career”. When I think about it, all the job interviews I had was just taken in a whim. Napag-trip-an lang. It looked ok, and there’s no harm in going, so I went for them.

I procrastinate a lot. That may be the reason why my life is on a runt. I know it, and it’s a matter of time before I’m going to have to do something about it.

Maybe tomorrow.

My Kryptonite