Uncle John's Chicken

Have you ever experienced a time where you open the ref for no apparent reason? You're not hungry or you just headed to the kitchen to grab a spoon, and you decided to open the fridge even if you already know that there's nothing to see but frozen meat and left overs. And you already know this, because you've been peeking into the same fridge numerous times in the day.

Well, I am a fan of that habit. I don't know why I do it. Maybe it's for the cold breeze of the fridge, or I am subconsciously wishing that I'll see something that I like.

I just do it out of habit, or instinct, perhaps.

And I happen to also do this habit with convenience stores. Not only the fridge on convenience stores but the store itself.

Almost every night (at an average of two or three times a week), I drop by a MiniStop or a 7-11 store even if I am not hungry and I do not have anything to buy.

I just walk in there, check the chicken, the hotdog, the Siopao, look around, look at the chips and alcohol, then leave.



Heck, I bet that if there's a new employee on that store, they'd think that I am the manager or a store checker because I do rounds at least twice before I leave the store with no purchases made.


I just feel a certain satisfaction by doing this. It is as if I can sleep soundly at night without the day's burden on me.

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?

What happened in Baguio

This is an elaborate post about that wedding trip that we did to Baguio.

We ate. We slept. We got drunk (not so much). We ate some more.
Walked. Bought yam and strawberry jam.
Ukay-ed for Kath's bag.
Ate some more at the wedding.
Slept.
Prepped up for the trip home.
Bought another set of sweets from the city market.
Walked far too many walks due to traffic.
And we went home.
I enjoyed it so much, I decided to keep the details to myself!