You won’t usually catch me ordering squid from the menu.

My mother and brother, however, love this stuff on their plates. Ako, everytime I bite into a squid, I think the religious fanatics have a point about not eating seafood without scales. But since the 15 January 2000, I shall never look at a squid again without being greatly amused -- over the fact that I feasted with gusto on the big fat cuttlefish that splattered ink on my shirt.   (Congratulations to Bebot for her "wa-is" stain-removing techniques! Gusto ni Papa ang ganyang skills.)

Also,I didn’t expect to be swimming  in shark-infested waters.  Or to see this off Calauit:

My gauge for genuinely liking a place is when I feel that I could live there for an extended period of time -- without skewing my vision in the process. Coron is like that, no?