ginamos, carbon market, cebu city, april 2010
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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2 comments:
ne, this is kind of nostalgic. it reminds me of the smells of Taboan market. we used to have a buwad stall there, a long time ago. but for some reason, it's the smell of the ginamos, not the buwad, that has stuck with me. it smelled so good. and no, i don't eat ginamos. ^_^
yummeh :)
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