GINATAAN, WHERE ART THOU?

It's Peak Period, my working world's counterpart of the college semester's Hell/Finals Week. Suffering in Lent = perfect timing, right?

I remember last year I was in Olongapo for the Holy Week. Resort. Helping out with the chores. Sunset at the beach (which is the exact thing I need to see after the five-hour traffic at NLEX). This time, I'm here at the office, working yet again. Black Saturday is supposed to be 'Batangas-homebuddy-eating-ginataan-under-the-chico-tree' day. But circumstances changed, and life dragged me in a not-so-Catholic world where Black Saturday is just an ordinary working day.

I had promised to ditch Facebook on Good Friday (which I did) and Black Saturday (oops, not) but I feel the need to be connected to people. When you work for hours on end in a foreign land and you can't call your friends (I mean long-time friends)for dinner, you just have to at least feel that,in a way, you know what's happening to them, even though what I would know would just be a superficial or trivial(read: facebook status)aspect of what's really happening in their lives.

I had promised not to eat pork, chicken and beef for these two days, too. This I had done successfully so far. But my officemate said that eating fish/prawn/seafood is still similar to eating chicken/pork/beef because it is still meat. But, forgive me, I have to eat something that has protein (please don't argue with me anymore!). I think I need to gain the two kilos I lost (wah, that's 4 pounds?!?!) in the last three months.


Now, I'm craving for ginataan. Well, at least it has no meat.