Cupid: Fat, armed and dangerous.
Valentine’s Day (otherwise known as Venereal Disease day) in Manila is amusing to watch. Earlier on the 14th I was at the mall with two of my friends and it was filled with interchangeable couples — female holds rose(s), male holds female’s bag in one hand and her waist with the other. The female’s smile is directly proportional to the number of roses she’s been given. The male’s smile is also directly proportional to the female’s, since if she’s not happy he’s sure as hell going to hear about it.
The latter part of VD was spent with my family — I gave my parents roses partly because my mother was blowing the foghorn about being unloved by her children. I’m going to be extremely unromantic and say that peddlers were selling roses up and down the roads at 20php each. :) (The second I handed them over my parents said, “Oh, and who gave you these, huh?”)
We had dinner at Eastwood in a resto called Italianni’s. The prices are a little steep, but Italianni’s makes it worth it. The servings are generous and the food is fantastic. Same goes for the service, which warrants a return.
On another note, it’s terrific to see that Manila Metroblog is finally up and running. Cheers, everyone! :)