It was like I was back in grade school: field trips, museums, dioramas, teachers desperately trying to herd everyone onto buses, getting beat up by bigger kids. Good times.
Corregidor: so much history; so much emotion; so much rain

Ayala Museum: anytime you can be exposed to culture AND a nearby gonuts, i'm in.

MalacaƱang Press Room: "Yes, Ann Curry, I'll take your question .... and your phone number"
North Harbor: nice to finally see the site of so many bad action movies
Angono ancient cave drawings. I honestly did not expect to find them in the middle of a golf and residential development, but there they were.
Rizal artists' studio. The men's and ladies' room doors had paintings of a guy and a girl with the doorknobs where their . . . um . . . "knobs" should be. Classy.

Channel 4: "Seriously, baby. It's time to ditch Bert and Ernie, and be with a real man"
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