Okay, okay, I'm sorry for not updating this blog. Work's been insane, and when you add a food blog (which was something I had to update EVERYDAY to pass a subject) and a weekend trip to Baguio, my time with this blog has been seriously compromised. Things are slowing down just a wee bit, so I'm taking this opportunity to write here before my students kill me (apparently, they think I'm holding out on them by not updating this blog while requiring them to post on theirs three times a week).
My movie countdown has screetched to a halt. I've seen 6 out of the 50 movies I have lined up, and I was supposed to write short comments on them which I never got around to do because of the food blog. I will finish that sooner or later.
Speaking of food blogs, I created a Wordpress site as a requirement in one of my subjects for graduate school. It's called Blue Plates: Rants and Raves of a Food Fanatic, and it's all about food, food, and more food; basically anything and everything that has to do with food and eating. We had to post a new entry everyday for a week, so yeah, this was where I focused my energy. And believe me, pigging out for a week takes a loooooooot of energy.
Now that we're on the subject of pigging out, I went up to Baguio last weekend with a couple of friends to, um, eat, bask in the cold, eat, drink, eat, play mini-golf, take pictures, sleep, and eat some more. It was so cold up there (10 degrees!), we used the ledge of our hotel window as our cooler. Aylavet. On our way back to Manila, we got lost and ended up in a fair (perya) with scary, unstable ferris wheels, makeshift haunted houses, and shooting ranges. The last time I went to a perya was way back in highschool during one of our December trips to Ilocos. Everything about that fair in Pangasinan was so nostalgic, I almost didn't want to leave.
We stopped over Tarlac for dinner and accidentally found the infamous Tacsiyapo wall, where you can buy a plate and break them by throwing it to a wall. I'm not a very violent person (I do get easily frustrated, though), but I have to admit that there was a slight feeling of satisfaction after I threw a mug and watched it shatter to pieces. That breaking sound is somewhat intoxicating that you can't help but throw some more. You can throw plates, mugs, pitchers, bowls, and even a TV. If it weren't too far away from home, I'd probably be a regular. :))
And I think that's about enough for an update. Hopefully, my next post will have more sense and coherence than this.