You jnow you live in Dumaguete if:
>you hear the squeals of pigs being slaughtered in the neighborhood on November 24th, the eve of the fiesta.
> you see throngs of joggers at the Boulevard inhaling the microdroplets of sewage wafted by the breeze
> you see a burnt building next to a fire station
>the tallest building is 7 stories high...broke the past record of 4 stories high
>one gets paranoid of motorcycle driver vigilantes/cellphone snatchers
>you are charged 30 pesos and herded into a predeparture airport area with no ventilation, with no aircon, and with more than 200 passengers waiting for delayed flights
>you savor those mouth watering mangoes, puto, budbud, banana-q, and botong |