Terminal 1 Rolling Store

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Rolling store - only in Terminal 1

Hungry or thirsty while waiting by the check-in counters at NAIA Terminal 1? No problem. There are several rolling stores at your service.

Bumble V

A Tribute to Langka, Papaya, & Mango

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A guest house welcome sign on a jackfruit tree

Langka (jackfruit) is normally cooked as vegetable when unripe as in the ginataang langka of the Philippines, or the gudeg of Yogyakarta. It is typically eaten raw when ripe, though usually candied if used as dessert ingredient – halo-halo for instance. This is royalty in the kingdom of fruits.

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Undoubtedly a tropical fruit tree

Similarly, a papaya fruit when unripe is usually cooked as vegetable in tinolang manok for example and eaten raw when reddish or golden ripe. The green unripe papayas are also grated and made into delectable salad like the one I had in Thailand, or it can be pickled, as in atchara. Give me papaya over apple or oranges anytime.

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Very sweet Zambales mangoes

And here is one reason why I won’t leave the Philippines – mango. I have tried mangoes in other countries but not one of them can beat the taste of Philippine mangoes. The moment I tasted its sweet ripe meat, all political ugliness of the country became tolerable.

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This is the normal way to serve ripe mango though it is more fun to just peel off the soft skin and bite…juices dripping

Sakura

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I have never heard of any other culture that give that much reverence to a certain flower, plant, or tree like how the Japanese adored the cherry trees and its blooms. Only in Japan where viewing of a certain flower is being done countrywide.  They even coined a term for it – hanami. As far as I know, viewing of cherry blossoms in certain spots of other countries was introduced, if not influenced by the Japanese.

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Appreciation of the cherry blossoms is like a festival that entails a picnic, party or a quiet reflection of its positive symbolic meaning. Only in Japan where the blooming forecast of cherry trees is a major news item. That is how much they look forward to its annual beauty, and for it to be short-lived makes the level of anticipation very high. Moreover, their love for cherry blossoms is deep enough for it to be a constant subject in poetry, arts, food, and in almost every aspect of their lives. They even regard it as valuable enough to be offered as gift to other nations, a national pride. With this, I can never doubt the significance of the cherry tree to them.

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The Japanese love for their cherry blossoms spread to visitors of their country

I’m inclined to think that the Japanese are deep people. Who would have thought of planting cherry trees in great numbers at most parks, temples, and public roads as part of urban planning. The foresight to beautify the cities at spring because everybody feels so much joy viewing the cherry blossoms makes them quite a profound culture.

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Cherry blossoms on a sidewalk floor tile in Tsuchiura

 

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One of the roadside poster stand on cherry tree varieties

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Another cherry tree variety in this stand

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Outside this school in Taito-ko was where I spotted those cherry tree poster stands during my morning run

Kuhol Eggs

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On returning to Lake Caliraya for a weekend escape from the urban noise (e.g. car engine noise), I noticed plenty of kuhol (snail) egg clusters in plants, tree trunks, boulders, boat dock, and boats this month. So apart from sitting crossed-leg on the dock waiting and watching for the occasional jump of fish in the water, birdwatching sans binoculars, reading Robert Parker’s Spenser novel, and other “doing nothing” activities, I thought about keeping stock photos of kuhol eggs.

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A pair of kuhol picked from the water

Seeing those pink eggs very close while taking pictures, I wondered if there is some kind of pattern in the count of eggs per elongated mass. Right now, I also wonder if the egg adhesive can be used as household adhesive. Seems like the substance can bond on a variety of surfaces and is even water resistant.

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In demand real estate for laying eggs

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I guess any surface will do

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Even on mother-in-laws tongue (plant)

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Perhaps any leaf will do

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Some on boulders

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I wonder if they all laid eggs at the same time in this trunk

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Snail still laying eggs

Sunday Snapshot: Canoe in the Lake

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This man was paddling towards a spot in the lake where he can leave his canoe, put on his mask, and take out his spear gun. I watched him go in the water (from the opposite side) for spearfishing.

Mr. Universe

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That flexing smile

If Filipinos are proud of their boxing champ Manny Pacquiao, Melakans are undoubtedly proud of their bodybuilding champ Datuk Wira. When in Melaka, one cannot avoid seeing the statues of Mr. Universe so might as well document him here.

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Mr. Universe deserves a picture

Japanese How-Tos

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One thing I admire about the Japanese is how easy it is to figure-out their illustrative instructions or specifications. When they illustrate something using figures, symbols, or images, words become unnecessary. This is why, for most Japanese products, figuring out how to assemble toys or opening a packaging the right way, is relatively easy by just following their illustrative instructions – even if one cannot read hiragana, katakana or kanji.

I’ve worked on Japanese projects for 3 years with no knowledge of their language. This limitation didn’t prevent me from creating reporting solutions with layout and data in accordance to their specification which was in the form of matrix and symbols. An indication of how good they were able to illustrate the details of the specs without the need for lengthy narrative. From my years of experience in information technology industry, I think Japanese specs are truly superior.

Even in non-complex uses, here is a clever instruction in Kyoto of how to properly leave garbage bags during designated yellow garbage bag collection days. A photograph of the exact spot including the tree, plus few symbols, you’ll then have a simple yet effectively clear instruction on where not to put the yellow garbage bags.

Siam Decorated Truck

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Trucks with embellishments at a gas station

I’ve seen plenty of double trailer trucks with embellishments in the highways of Thailand between Nakhon Ratchasima and Bangkok.

Chaolong

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When talking about examples of regional fastfood such as batchoy in Iloilo, lomi in Batangas, pancit cabagan in Isabela, ngo hiong in Cebu, satti in Zamboanga, inasal in Bacolod and so on, for Puerto Princesa it’s the chaolong. Chaolong is a Vietnamese influenced rice noodle soup with meat (e.g. pork, or beef) and basil. It’s the broth that tastes Vietnamese.

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From the inside of the chaolong eating house

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Chaolong with pork bones

Ultimate Pi Day

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Magazine cut-outs as my own way of commemorating Pi Day

Let’s all take a moment to reflect that today, March 14, 2015, is an ultimate Pi Day. In relation to this, I remember back in college that I always have more affection for radians than degrees.

Happy Pi Day!

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Einstein sculpture by Robert Berks in Washington DC

Interestingly, every Pi Day is also Albert Einstein’s birthday. He should have seen his awesome sculpture in Washington DC.

Snow Country Measures

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Life in the snow country of Japan

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Constant manual removal of snow from the rooftops

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Shoveling snow into the snow gutter (beside the lady)

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Plastic shovel for fluffy fresh snow while metal shovel for hard old snow

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Avalanche barriers

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More roadside avalanche barriers

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Like an irrigation system but its purpose is to de-ice this parking lot

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Roadside waterways for depositing and de-icing while shoveling snow. The waterways will then be used for rice paddy irrigation

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Houses with triangular roof so that the snow can easily slide off. Triangular roof also prevents thick accumulation of snow

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Man using snow scoop in Shirakawa-go

Pre-measured Petrol

Humblest WWII Monument

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The Writings: This project is dedicated to the patriotic and brave men of Barangay Granada who offered their lives in defense of freedom and democracy during World War II

With respect to the immortalization of our World War II history, the country, being a major participant of the war has quite a number of World War II monuments, memorials, and shrines. As I write this, I’m recalling those I’ve visited.

Corregidor has plenty of reminders of the war including a commanding statue of MacArthur. Seems the entire island is a World War II monument, which makes it the biggest one in the country. Then I saw MacArthur once more in his Leyte landing memorial at Palo beach. And yet again, MacArthur again in a similar landing memorial (Luzon landing this time), plus some other World War II displays at Lingayen Capitol grounds in Pangasinan. Up north in Ifugao, there’s a peaceful looking World War II shrine in Kiangan amidst the surrounding mountains. Kiangan is where Yamashita surrendered. In this shrine, I had one of the most pleasant memorial stroll.

Some memorials evoke solemnity more than the others that I tend to unconsciously reflect from the powerful words and images carved in the stones or walls. The magnificent World War II memorial in Washington DC for one, where the arch that says “Pacific” has the power to produce goose bumps in me.  Likewise in the country, the Libingan ng mga Bayani was originally established as a tribute to Filipinos who fought and died in World War II, while the somber American Cemetery and Memorial in Taguig is for the Americans who perished in the war. Similarly, the tranquil Japanese Garden Memorial Park in Caliraya is the burial ground of Yamashita, and a shrine for the Japanese soldiers who also perished. I saw strings of thousand origami cranes being offered in here. One day, I will visit the Hiroshima Peace Memorial in Japan.

Those listed above are quite well known World War II monuments. Yet, around two months ago in Bacolod, while I was running on the highway with sugarcane field in both sides, I came upon a World War II statue by the roadside in Barangay Granada. This barangay monument is dedicated to its constituents who lost their lives in defense of freedom during World War II. By far, this is the most humble World War II memorial I’ve been to.

Japan Running

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Runner by the river at wintertime in Kyoto

What I like about taking spontaneous snapshots of runners is that the pictures portray running in its most honest form – no staged ones.  I remember one Christmastime, I took snapshots of runners in Boracay Island, Philippines. Similarly in Japan, I took few running pictures in springtime and wintertime, of which I’ll share today.

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Presumably an ultrarunner who has started very early somewhere, and still running by noon here in Kawagoe

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Boys running in Asakuyama Park at springtime in Tokyo

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A group of school kids running in Kawagoe

Tiny Rizal Monument

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Scaled down Rizal monument in the townhall grounds of El Nido

Throughout the Philippine islands, one can usually see Jose Rizal statue in schools, government buildings, and public plaza. So far, the monument in El Nido town is the tiniest one I’ve seen.

Egghead Octopus Snack

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Cute like an alien infant

To retain the figure of the marinated boiled baby octopus, someone thought of filling its head with boiled quail egg. Or perhaps, the idea is how to eat whole quail eggs in an innovative way – by using octopus head as edible packaging. Whatever it is, the outcome is an appealing, appetizing and filling snack. I shall never forget how I stood near the skewered stuffed octopus table at Nishiki food market as I chewed the egghead in wonderment.

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One way of eating quail eggs is to stuff it in the head of a baby octopus

Of Running & Barely Racing

It was through racing that started my running life. I became a runner 6 years ago when I decided to join a 5k race. Since then and for next 4.25 years, racing was my primary motivation for running.  I would constantly train to race. And there was always that personal race calendar to look forward to. Nonetheless, my love for running developed as I run and run to race. Then for some reason I weaned myself from relentless racing. Runners who were used to seeing me on the race route and in race pictures (even non-runners) thought I had stopped. I did not. I just barely race.

Running became enjoyable
Running never stopped even though there are no finish lines, medals and pictures. On the contrary, running became better. It has evolved into a very gratifying pursuit as the motivation does not come from external sources but from within. I have derived pure joy from running regularly just for the sake of running.  By rarely racing, I was able to run to the tune of my body. Hard runs, easy runs, long runs, and shorts runs depended on my time and mood at that moment, hence freedom replaced structured runs. Somehow, constantly running ‘in the present’ made each run marvelous.  Every run turned out to be good run in the sense that it never took my time for other things that I value equally. The great feeling after each run is pure.

Running became health-giving
A race as its name implies is a competition, and as a participant it is expected that we’ve prepared to aim for good performance. We also target improvements in succeeding races. It is an event where the runner can aspire for what is generally considered as outstanding finish time result that is relative to one’s age and gender in a non-elite field. This is how I perceive racing and to respect one is to do away with mediocrity.

Accordingly, when there is no constant and rigid training as what we normally do for a marathon, and likewise when there is no pressure in maintaining peak performance for half-marathons, 10ks, and 5ks, I became a wholesome runner.  Running injuries due to over taxation of one’s legs and feet are non-existent any longer. With no nasty cycle of injuries due to cycle of races, running has never been this beautiful and continuous.

Moreover, I value my sleep that local races turned me off because of their unhealthful gun times at 4 AM for 21k, while earlier for a marathon. I can manage to run 21 km by myself beginning at 5:30 AM or 6:00 AM and be done 2 hours after, of which by this time the warmth of sunlight is still health-giving. Of my daily runs, 45 minutes to an hour is enough, and this I get to start only at 6:30 AM. No sleep deprivation at all, plus nowadays I have time to read at night with no pressure to wake up so early just to have high mileage training for a race.

Running became inexpensive yet priceless
With all the downside of racing I have identified for myself, paying for those high local registration fees is unwise. What if for instance my race bibs are free, but then, constantly racing still comes with a price that is even greater than its monetary value. Why pay when I can run for free anytime and anywhere without sacrificing sleep, reading, traveling, and spending time with those who matter.

By participating in a race, one can gain abubots (bling-blings), bragging rights (though I’m partial to finish time results than podium-based), shirts and photos. I absolutely don’t mind not having pictures as I solely focus on my running. Once more, why do I need to spend for races with unholy gun start times if what I mostly see in the route are lights instead of sights. So I don’t mind not having any of those race booties at all for these do not add significant value to my running life.

Tracking distance is not anymore as important as tracking time and quality when I run. It’s been quite a while that I haven’t worn a Garmin watch and it felt really good. As long as I am familiar with the route I’ve taken, distance can be determined beforehand or later on with maps. Pace can be mentally calculated. What I’m trying to say is that, Garmin is just a nice to have accessory but not a must have. No gear can ever buy me speed. Now, being stripped down to the essentials of having comfortable running shoes and clothes, plus total well-being, running became a value for money endeavor, if not priceless.

Racing once in a blue moon is enough
Once in a while I may sign-up for a race because of the beautiful scenery in the route – as a treat. Occasionally, I may sign-up to test my capability – as a challenge. Racing has now become a sporadic supplement to my running. Perhaps, the pleasure I seek from running goes beyond the finish line moments that racing once in a blue moon is enough.

Generic Fiesta Ornamentation

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Banderitas in El Nido town for the upcoming Balinsasayaw Festival this March

The most visible generic sign of an approaching town fiesta is no other than the banderitas. These precursory colorful flying triangles effectively set the mood of the townsfolk for the festivities.

Beach Snapshots: El Nido Town & Caalan

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Life in the tropics (town beach)

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Somewhere at the right side of El Nido town beach

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Either walk or paddle to Caalan beach from the town

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One cannot resist self immersion in the clear waters of Caalan beach

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Famished? Paddle (or walk) to Gawad Kalinga restaurant somewhere in the stretch of Caalan beach that is nearer to the town. The atmosphere was tropically idyllic as you sip fresh buko juice and snack on calamari