My earliest recollection of Japanese food was when I was 6 years old. I remember my Uncle, who's the captain of a cargo ship that sails to Japan every so often, was eating raw fish while having his nightly Whiskey dose. It felt odd because the only fish I've had back then was cooked fish, I even remember being grossed out because of...

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The boyfriend and I just got back from the majestic islands of Boracay, and, can I just say going back was so heartbreaking. If I could land a job there, you'd see me move in a heartbeat! I'll be talking more about the short vacay we just had on another blog post. For now, I'd like to psych myself into thinking that a...

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