A Much Needed Break

I cannot wait for the Holy Week vacation to start.

The reason is very simple, it's basically a four-day weekend. And Maica, Martina, and I are planning to make the most of that very long weekend.

Don't get me wrong, nothing's wrong right now. Work is going along smoothly, and things are all fine. It's all just a matter of perspective, and lately I've been doing a conscious effort of catching myself whenever I start feeling down, worried, angry, or negative.

But I am tired. My biggest gripe about my current job is the six-day work week. It's tiring, and one day of "rest" isn't enough. The funny thing is, while I do miss Saturdays and Sundays off, I bet I won't know what to do should I get the opportunity to find another employer that has five-day work weeks.

I have adjusted to six-day work weeks. It doesn't mean I like them, but I'm used to them already. I'd probably feel lost for a few weeks or months with a five-day work week.

As always, long weekends are a great way to recharge your body, your mind, and your spirit. It is a chance to bond with family and make sure you are ready to report to work the next week with a clear head and a desire to hit the ground running again.

So here I am, sort of excited to tackle Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I want to get those days over with so I can finally take four days off.

Out.

A Spontaneous Brunch In Legazpi Market

Since we weren't having lunch with my in-laws like we usually do on Sundays, we had a lot of free time on our hands. Maica wanted to go out for brunch and I begrudgingly said yes.

We wanted to avoid our previous brunch at McDonald's Greenbelt, not because we don't want to eat there, but because we'd done it before and we wanted to do something different.

So I drove sort of aimlessly, first going to Salcedo Park to try to go to the Art in the Park event, but the parking was full for my taste. So I tell Martina we're having breakfast in McDonald's, but we're taking the long way, around HV de la Costa, past Makati Med, because I really wanted to cruise around today.

We see Legazpi Market (at the Legazpi Parking area every Sunday) and I guess Maica and I wanted to eat there, so I find a parking spot a few blocks down and park. Good thing we did.

While I did bring my camera, I totally wasn't in the mood to shoot. I have no idea why, maybe it's because it was crowded. Or I was shy to shoot people without purchasing anything from them. I have no idea.

We buy our food and find an empty table to eat. That's when I take the only two snaps of today I took -- one of my food, and another of Martina. Here they are:

(L-R) Mushroom fries, chocolate milk, gyoza, and rice.

Martina eating her mushroom fries.

We ordered mushroom fries and churros with chocolate dip to share. Maica got liempo barbecue with rice and buko juice, and I got gyoza with rice and fourteen pieces of takoyaki to bring home.

By the end of our meal I was too full and feeling a bit nauseous, probably because most of what I ate was very oily. Fortunately the food was at the least good, and at best great. So I guess I didn't mind splurging a bit this weekend.

I'm thinking we should try a few more spontaneous road trips once in a while, who knows what we end up discovering on our adventures.

Out.

The State of Ganations

It's March 15th and I've noticed nothing new is up on the blog. To be honest, I'm not that alarmed.

Has it been a quiet few weeks? Not really. Just nothing to post. At least, nothing that no one will ignore. I've learned to self-censor myself even more than usual. I have no idea why, maybe it's because when someone tells me I shouldn't have posted that I usually have an urge to claw my eyes out.

I kid.

But seriously, I'm 50% decided on looking for my old journal and just writing there. At least I can write whatever I want there without fear or whatever repercussions there may be.

I can bitch and whine all I want without scaring off potential employers who might do background checks. Or I can write down my secret recipes I've learned from my mother-in-law. Whatever, yes? A personal, hand-written journal is as private as it gets.

Actually things have been pretty good, and I've not really been that introspective lately. I wish I could do more creative things, like take photographs and put interesting blogs, but the spirit isn't willing.

So the blog stays quiet.

Out.