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I am a restless individual. I can't be in something for too long. At some point, I'll be bored. A feeling I'm not comfortable hanging around with. I've always wanted to be a writer. But I can't write as often as I want. And sometimes, words are not that good to me when I need them to be. So now, I tell my story through my photographs. I have a secret love affair with photography. There are things that are just best seen than told. I am independent. I don't appreciate people influencing or telling me what to do/say. I can decide and speak for myself, thank you. I am a traveler. I am constantly somewhere else, either in reality or in fantasy.

April 03, 2011

Weekend

My weekend starts a day ahead of everyone else. I only work four (4) days a week, but on a ten (10)-hour workday. It's fine. I prefer it actually. I get off from work when everybody else is probably at their homes already, watching the evening news. It's good news for me because it means, the rush hour is over. And most importantly, I have a three (3)-day weekend. The best!

Having too much days on my weekend stirs up curiosity from people I know. Well, this is how my weekends are usually spent:

If I'm not spending the weekend at my home in Bacolod or at some other city, Friday I'm having lunch at some resto I probably haven't dined in yet. Or maybe at one of my comfort restos. And at some occasion, we would catch a movie, rummage thru sale events or just plain chit-chat. Come home at around 5P.M. Sometimes, later that Friday night, I'm going out again with some other friends, this time for dinner at some other new resto and all-night chit-chat. Saturday is my day with my girlfriends. It means movie marathon, anticipated mass, good food and of course chismis! Sunday, I prefer to stay home. This is the time I don't take a bath til it's sundown. hahaha I just have to insert that in. =)

I just realized now, I have no right to complain why I have gained so much weight ever since I moved back here. I spend my weekend treating myself with good food. Maybe it's one of the signs of old age, eh? I don't crave for nightlife anymore.. Not as often, at least. Side note: I have been wanting for some nightlife action recently. I have no idea why. Ha! But yeah, I'm satisfied with weekends spent lounging around, not having to think about work, and relaxed dressing up. Simple things but they are enough to get me psyched up for the week to come.