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1. Do you like soup?
100%.

2. What is your favorite soup?
Corn egg drop, halaan (clams), pretty much anything pork rib, bulalo (beef), chicken mami, potato... Idk I just like soup. I find clear soups more comforting and everyday than creamy ones, but both are great! Not so much into bean-based soups because as delicious as they are, they give me stomachaches.

3. What kind of soup would you like to try, but never have?
Buddha Jumps Over the Wall because it's so pricey and I've always been curious but I'm not sure someone as basic as me can justify the expense.

4. Is stew just a soup with extra ingredients?
Stews are thicker and chunkier and considered a viand. I would put rice in soup to soak up the liquid, and stews over rice as a topping.

5. If you were a soup, what soup would you be and why?
A basic veggie one, like spinach and tofu soup.

なんか幸せちょっと幸せ

Just got back from a sort-of bachelorette vacation, which is either my least documented trip, since I didn't take a lot of pictures or bother taking notes... or my most documented, since it was a group trip and most of my friends and their SOs actively document their lives on Instagram and engage in photography (which I've learned to appreciate as an art, now that I'm trying, and failing, to take decent photos). Most of the pics above were probably taken by someone else!

Otherwise, the week passed like a smudge of memory. I feel like I didn't do much except to be around people, but at the same time I barely had time to relax, and I hardly slept, if at all. At some point I had a stomach bug, maybe from un-fresh food, maybe from being dehydrated and my immune system being weaker from sleep deprivation. And the only bananas I could find were from my own country, which was ironic and amusing and comforting, but also incredibly frustrating because they were the variant that was least representative of the bananas I actually eat at home.

Born to eat Señorita, forced to eat Cavendish. >:(

On my last night, there was some drama at my hotel's laundromat at midnight, which was very exciting (though a little scary at first, because I thought I was gonna end up in a fight). And in a way, affirming—I've never been happier to be trylingual. I always say there's no language I speak well, but I realize now it's because I overthink and compare myself to native speakers and monolinguals/bilinguals who don't code-switch as much, and in real life it's a matter of communication and meeting each other halfway; of being human. And anyway, who doesn't want to gossip about the stupidest pair of people who've been monopolizing machine #2? XD

Anyway, offloading some museum photos so I can add some notes about them.
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