It’s been a while since my last travel post. And it’s been a week since my birthday. I was literally and figuratively a mess (thus the endless heartbreak poems — I guess you already have an idea what had happened) But as they say, no regrets!
Anyway, a really, really good friend of mine, wanted to celebrate with me last September 1st. We’ll go with the girls as planned, but they can’t make it due to family and work issues. So there we go, Zhea and I, conquering the UN Avenue, looking like crazy, misplaced ladies.
That girl is so insane! (I love you, Z. ♥)
We finally made it to National Museum, and both of us are in awe. We’ve been starstruck by the Manunggul jar, a burial jar in the Neolithic period found in Palawan, Philippines; The Doctrina Christiana, which is the very first published book in the Philippines, and so on. Don’t hate, We only encountered them in History books before.
It’s a bad thing that the Art Gallery was closed, we didn’t see the star of the museum, which is Juan Luna’s Spoliarium. But we’re coming back for it, that’s for sure.
The Museum is air-conditioned, and the visitors are lesser than that of your nearest mall, which is kind of sad. But all in all, we enjoyed our stay, roaming around every floors, participating in interactive machines whatsoever in order to understand more, learn more, and be open.
On our way back, Zhea and I decided the day before that we should go eat at Zark’s in Vito Cruz. I’ve agreed though, And it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life (Okay, I’m overreacting here. Haha!)
Zark’s burgers are big. No, not just big, they’re HUGE. I literally laughed when the waiter served our orders. And it’s only part of the Minor League Burgers. Imagine the size of the Major ones.
They also have this funny tagline that says “The greasier, the better.” And I toyed with the idea of bringing my hungry-friends-on-a-diet there and tell them to come to the dark side.
Zhea ordered some burger with a long name, and I ordered Black Mamba. Their Fries are good, and the condiments are within reach, from mustard, to ketchup, to mayo and salt and pepper.
And did I ever mention that the barbecue sauce that accompanies my burger tastes like heaven? I know! And I really swear by it!
After Zark’s, we moved on to National Bookstore to check out their books. Turns out they’re on sale so we grabbed the chance. Zhea gave me the Miracle on the 17th Green by James Patterson as a gift.
It was one hell of a day, and definitely a birthday to remember. I can’t even tell how grateful I am.
PS. I’m sorry, I didn’t post a photo of me and Zhea. And some of the photos are crappy. But we enjoyed our visit, that’s the most important thing, right?