Hard Habit(s) To Break

Lately I have been picking up bad weird uhm... plain (for lack of a better description) habits that are indeed hard to break.

One is literally singing to the song "Hard Habit To Break" by Chicago. It started around two or three Sundays ago when Kuya Arnold and I were driving along C5 from Market Market, when he decided to play his Best of Chicago CD. Like Wayne and his ever trusty friend Garth in Wayne's World, Kuya Arnold and I sang like crazy. Difference is, it wasn't a head-banging song. 'Twas funny coz although I am a rakista at heart, I have a senti side too. And yeah, my senti side involves listening and singing along to Chicago. As I always say, "Toothpick in the liver".

The other is pigging out. And when I say pig-out, I mean major gluttony man! Wahahaha. We discovered kse this Dampa-like place in Ortigas called Seaside. It's at the back of Metrowalk and Ortigas Home Depot. Actually, we've seen it a couple of times before and we swore we would try it out but never had the chance. One day last week, we found ourselves there. According to Kuya Arnold, it was my bad mood that brought us (Kuya Arnold, Marlone, Alexi and me) there. I don't know if he's thankful I had a bad mood or otherwise.

Anyways, I have never eaten as much in my life. I swear. Even when we used to go to Dampa, I don't think I ate as much as I did at Seaside. Grabe.

For those who are not aware what Dampa is, it's this place near the airport (original one) where you go to the market and buy fresh seafood, pork, meat, chicken, veggies, etc. and then you choose a paluto place and have them cook whatever you bought. You decide how you want your food cooked -- grilled, steamed, fried, however you want it. I strongly recommend Buttered Shrimp and Buttered Crab. Yum!

Anyhoo---we told ourselves we wouldn't go back until, say mid-year. Pigging out is a bad thing, especially if you do it often. So we said, we'll only go back if there's a special occasion, or maybe if one of us got a high-paying raket.

Lo and behold! The next day we found ourselves back there again. Haha.

And this time, we discovered another possible errr... threat of a habit. I'd rather not post what it is here. Let's just say we don't have to go to Quiapo anymore. ::wink, wink::