Once again, I’ve officially entered that stage. Or maybe I was stuck at this particular mood ever since but I refused to acknowledge it.
I’m being restless… to the point that nothing pleases me anymore.
I want to try out a couple of things: kart trak, wall climb, zipline… any activity that would give me a boost, an adrenaline rush to get me out of a rut.
Or maybe even a lunch or dinner here in Intramuros. I just found out there are great dining places here—quiet and unassuming.
*sigh*
This is the kind of mood my Mom hates for me to be in. Because nobody can actually understand me, even her.
I need a break. I’m bone-tired and weary… I’m burned out. I need peace. I need a change of scenery (besides the insides of our house, the mall, a coffeeshop, the pressroom). I need silence, a time to think…. to just be.
And yes, I know I am being unreasonable. 
