Title is a tribute to Morrissey because today is his concert here in Manila and I couldn't help but feel a bit bummed that I won't get to watch it. (Tickets are expensive, starting at 3k).
As his song goes, everyday is like sunday, share some greased tea with me. I like waking up early when it's sunday, while the streets are still quiet, and there's time on my hands to do nothing. Day of rest before the noise of a busy week comes in. Plus nobody is demanding anything from me. It's meant to be serene and stress-free.
Teptep, my sister, agreed to come share this Sunday with me. We went around Legazpi market to get some rare food finds (Ilocos empanada, Indonesian food, buko juice) and buy some sweet nothings for moms we know. Stopped by Romulo cafe for dessert and mall for my sister's make-up shopping.
Pure honey at Legazpi Market
Pinoy Nachos at Romulo cafe
Ordered mocktails to quench the summer heat
Dome cake that's too much for both of us
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