not so long ago, i found myself eating hopiang baboy (it is technically hopiang kundol flavored with lard) inside an ordinary bus in a faraway place. at first i was so excited, like i was being transported back in time, almost expecting disco music to blare out from nowhere 🙂
then i realized that while it was such a retro moment for me, for others it was/is their present reality: an ordinary routine in the daily grind of life that is as ordinary as the route the bus was taking (and it WAS a bumpy ride, and PACKED). i didn’t get to finish the hopia.
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i'm with one of the FB posters on this one. i always thought hopiang baboy was something similar to an empanada. not kundol and lard *shuddering
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my, so that means you've never actually had one? *shuddering 😛
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BTW, did your realization about other people's lives stop you from finishing the hopia? wasn't sure if the first part of the graf was connected to the last, like you lost your appetite.
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