What I’ve Been Up To

At the very least, I seem to have been productive the fourteen or so days that I have been home.

1. Holy Week for my family was celebrated right out of the pages of my baby book (translation: traditional).

The washing of the feet mass was still long and a tad bit painful to sit through. Visita Iglesia remains to be one of my favorite Lenten practices (and yes, my family still goes to the same seven churches in the exact same order). Mostly because it is that time of year, our Via Crucis inside Villa Church makes an excellent means for mortification because of the searing summer heat (It’s just as I remember it). The reading of the pasyon and the lengthy prayers of the faithful complete with monotonous kneeling and standing up again during Good Friday is still as agonizing as it is glorious. The prosisyon that follows is always a practical tactic I use to pester my brothers with my zany ideas and incessant chatting which they love to hate (This usually happens right after we’re done saying the rosary). Attending the Easter Vigil mass is something I look forward to regardless of the fact that it is anything but a short celebration.

Sadly, I had to make do without one tradition: Easter egg-hunt/brunch in the streets of our subdivision with our neighbors. On the other hand, we had a heart-warming feast at Mandurriao with my dad’s side of the family in honor of Tito Boy’s death anniversary. Kaldereta (emphasis on goat), dinuguan, lechon kawali, pancit molo, pata (a la kambing), valenciana and pancit, anyone?

2. Jogged

I ran 2.6 km non-stop and had buko meat and juice (straight from the fruit, of course) right after. It was good warm-up but bad practice for when I run another 5 km run on the 18th. Yelp!

Boardwalk was jam-packed. The aerobics group was pretty cool to watch though!

3. I met up with friends!

I missed you freaks oh-so much *wipes a tear from the corner of her eye*. I still didn’t get to see the rest though. When I come back, ‘kay?

4. Say binging.

I finally got some lovin’ from the places I’ve been dying to eat in. Ergo the bad-ass bulge in my stomach. Trust me on this one: pasta and meat overloads may send you to the peak of food heaven but they are terribly not good for your figure.

Perri Todd’s (that burger place I was talking about) looks so different from when I saw it last. Frankly, I miss the old hole in the wall feel it used to have. Nonetheless, food was yummy fo’ mah tummy.

5. Highschool yearbook

I actually am working on it. I’m still missing a dozen (or a million) pictures though. Layouting is a chore when you’re not doing it for fun.