Reflections of the Newly Unemployed

I guess I had a bit of an extended holiday. I still ate a lot last night and today to celebrate my freedom from work. Whee!!!

I shoulda applied for a Canadian visa before I quit, though. Went through the requirements today, and among the suggested documents for showing is a certificate of employment. Bank statements, too, and I just so happened to have canceled my credit card a month ago. Might not look too good: I cut my only local credit card and quit my job, and almost immediately after I sever these ties to my homeland, I'm applying for entry into another country? I need to show too that I'm financially capable of supporting my travel, and although I think I have enough to get by over here, the cost of living there is so much higher, and I dunno if I have enough. And I just realized how expensive it is to apply for a visa: 3600 buckaroos??? And that's one of the cheaper visa application fees. For permanent residency visas, it's more than 20,000.

I'm gonna have to live a little simpler now, too, I guess. I've never been an extravagant spender, but when I had a job and was making my own money, I could have an occasional unplanned nice dinner or drinks or buy something nice on a whim, and saving up for a trip or some other big expense required only some overtime work and patience.

Well. No regrets. I really am glad to be outta there. Had I stayed longer, I might have fallen into that life--the life of entering the regular white-collar workforce straight out of college and making my way up that ladder (the company I work for doesn't even have a ladder; they've got even fewer steps than a Little Tykes play set, and even those are accessible only to the elite). And I might have stayed with it, until it became comfortable (comfort does not necessarily equate to happiness, to meaning), a habit. Until it became too late for me to take any other road (although I always say it's never too late; I guess in this case, I mean too late from a practical standpoint).

I need the free time. I really need to get back to work on preparing myself for music school. I need to get back into the world of art, and into the art of life. I need to retrace my steps and get back to the state of mind and being I was in before work took over my entire brain and my entire life.

And I'm still okay. I'm not broke on my ass; I do have some money. I made it a point to save a little bit of every paycheck, so I do have savings. And I have money put aside for some things: the occasional gimik (night out), a couple of trips out of town, getting my PC fixed, visa and school application fees. I just have to be very careful every single time I spend now, and that's okay. I've lived pretty much my entire life like that (I grew up without an allowance: the only money I had was limited to what I received as gifts, and so I had to spend and save carefully and wisely); it shouldn't hurt me too much to go back to that.

Totally unrelated thought: why is it that bubble baths in real life are never anywhere near as bubbly as they are in the movies/on TV? And do baths with rose petals feel as good as they look? I mean, they're just effin' petals floating on the surface of the water, and most of your body doesn't even come into contact with them. They do look heavenly though.

Tagaytay Getaway, Part 1

Yesterday was a dream, although it started ordinarily enough. Woke up to Roger's phone call; snoozed for maybe half an hour longer before getting up and taking a shower and getting ready. Went downstairs to the guest room, where Roger slept, waited for him to freshen up, and off we went.

Stopped over at a gas station to withdraw money and buy something light just to keep out stomachs settled. Stopped again at the next gas station to ask for directions and because the ATM at the first station was busted.

We didn't follow the directions. Instead, we took another route, one we were slightly familiar with but not really all that sure of. The day was for adventure and exploration, after all. We got the first part of the way right, going by hunch and vague memories. The second part, well, it was right, too, but it was the long way. We had intended to go the short way. But props to us coz we didn't get lost. Whee!!!

We drove the stretch of Tagaytay, sort of just checking out places. We ended our drive at Sonya's Garden (Roger kept hinting at and mildly insisting on going there). Although the sign on the gate said it opened at 11 AM (it was only around 10), Roger wanted to go in anyway. We went in, parked, saw that the staff were still kind of fixing things, and decided to leave. Once out the gate, Roger saw some guys hanging around, figured they either worked at Sonya's or had information, so he rolled down the window and asked what time they served food. The guys said the restaurant itself opened at 11, but the bed and breakfast served food before then. Possibly breakfast food, not the all-natural food they served at the restaurant, the stuff people came to Sonya's for, but we should go check. So we went back in, trekked to the bed and breakfast, and there found out that they serve breakfast until 10 AM only but that if we would just wait a little longer, they would serve lunch/dinner soon—at 11 AM. Hah.

So for the second time that day (the second time in less than 30 minutes), we exited the gates of Sonya's Garden and headed to Breakfast at Antonio's for, well, breakfast. Lunch. Brunch. Whatever. As we were headed there, it occurred to me that by the time we got there and ordered and had our food served, the restaurant at Sonya's would have already opened, but I decided to keep that thought to myself, because I didn't wanna have to wait idly for 30 minutes. Sonya's has these gardens where we could have strolled and taken pictures, but I don't do pictures well when I'm hungry and not doing anything about it. Much better to actually be actively headed toward somewhere I could have food, even if I'd end up eating at the same time anyway.

Breakfast/lunch/brunch at Breakfast was lovely. I had roesti with beef, onions, Swiss cheese, and two over-easy eggs. Roger had tuna tomato basil pasta. Both were amazing. I mean, now that was brunch. We had some herb tea to go with. We also had banana walnut caramel pancakes for dessert (yes, we eat a lot).

Took some photos, too. The deck has a great view of Taal. The place itself is nice, too. Kind of country club–like. White walls, green roof. Big indoor dining space, an outdoor deck with white tables with green umbrellas. And clean, homey restrooms. Er, with torso-to-crotch-level windows open. The windows faced a hillside not really touched by civilization, so it was okay, but still, it felt a little funny. But also nice and homey and provincial. A homey provincial luxury kind of thing.

Then we decided to check out places to stay. The nice ones were at varying levels of priceyness but nice (duh, the nice ones nga e, also with varying levels of niceness). There was also an ok place, simple and clean, with an ok price. There was one lame-ass place, the downward-sloping driveway of which scratched the underside of my car, both coming in and getting out. Which was pretty much all we did there. When we saw the place, we didn't even bother getting out of the car. Well, I did, to lighten the car load in the hopes that maybe without my weight added, the car's underside wouldn't scrape the top of the driveway. We know how that went.

Then we went to Cliffhouse, which is a nice little town center–type place with a store and some restaurants. Looked around a bit and tried to figure out what to do next; bought 55-peso ice cream to avoid paying the 100-peso parking fee for those who don't have a meal or buy anything (when we asked the ice cream lady for a receipt, she gave us a suspicious look and asked what it was for; we said it was for parking, and she wouldn't give us one at first because our purchase was worth less than 100, but receipts should be given by law, hello); bought some stuff at the store too, which rendered the whole ice cream thing unnecessary, but hey, it was done.

Headed back to Sonya's Garden, where Roger finally got what he wanted, heheh. Everything about that place is magical. It's like being in the forest, the enchanted woods, and living like/among pixie-fairies and witches (good beautiful ones that are good with plants and herbs and charting the stars) and wise old people. Breathing dew and walking on good clean earth lit by little glass lanterns and sitting on beds draped with gauze and adorned with jewels among the flowers and drinking their nectar and eating the fruit of the earth, watered only by love and magic and water from sparkling streams.

Then we headed home, making a quick stop at Collette's for buko pie to take home to our families.

I guess that for the most part, we did pretty normal stuff. But what made yesterday a dream was... being away, and on a weekday, too. Not too many people around. We should have been in the city, at work, like the rest of them, but instead, we were there, in this blessedly cool and wonderfully fresh place, exploring and discovering. It was like being suspended, yknow? Like for a day, we were granted a place and time all our own, apart from everything else. It was also the first time I went away with someone special, just the two of us. All of that put together just made it seem like... like we owned the world, like every place was a place to discover and celebrate and grow in love. It was like being in a place where we could be ourselves—and ourselves with each other—fully. It was like bathing in all the love and beauty around us and inside us and between us.

In other news, today, I just beat Olivia's most infuriating on-the-road moment: I was overtaken by a sweet soy custard (taho) vendor on a bicycle with an attached side cart. How's that for a jolt back into reality?