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Many, many weeks ago, I dragged Rap over to 10a Alabama to check out Type Kita, a typography exhibit for the benefit of Heart School. I had first heard about this event through the Type Kita Facebook page, and while I am not a letterer or a typograph-er, I knew I just had to go. Typography is something of a newfound love for me. I love words, I love art, and typography is the combination of both!        Rap and I commuted there from Ortigas by taking a bus and then a trike. The bus was a mistake. We should have taken one bound for Cainta, but instead we ended up near UERM and the V. Mapa LRT station. So from there we took a trike to 10a Alabama, and that cost a hundred bucks. If you find out a better way to commute there, please let me know for future visits :) Pillows by Pop Junk Love (links at the bottom of this post!) Spotted on the free-for-all chalkboard. 10a Alabama.  Those paper cups are too cute to just throw away. "Para kang student number. Di

       Med school life is a mostly sedentary one, and for the longest time I'd been itching to go on a do-it-yourself backpacking adventure somewhere. That dream finally materialized last Saturday when Rap and I went hiking up Mt. Gulugod-Baboy, the second mountain I've ever climbed (I blogged about my first time here ). Gulugod-Baboy means "pig's spine."        A quick note about me: I am neither a mountaineer nor an athlete. I shudder at the thought of physical exertion. Mountain climbing sounds just as appealing to me as climbing up 1,000 flights of steps to the top of my condo. But I was game for the climb anyway for a bunch of reasons: I wanted to get out of Manila, I wanted to put off studying for the test on Wednesday, and I felt kind of confident that I would be stronger this time around (i.e. compared to my first climb).         A quick note about climbing: When I climbed Pico de Loro in January, the Loyola Mountaineers had advertised it as an &