Wednesday, October 06, 2010

25 Hours

First, news flash: Mayon Volcano has officially relocated to my face. PHIVOLCS take note! It shouldn't be a wonder. With the amount of stress I've been subjected to, it's bound to physically manifest.

Time is the ultimate, ultimate luxury indeed. If I had more of that, I want to do a little shopping, have a long, sumptous lunch and/or dinner, finish painting the rest of my statement wall, paint the antique-ish, wooden sofa H gave me, watch 'Eat, Pray, Love', sleep for at least 8 hours, and if I really had that much time, not to mention moolah, I'd like to go to the beach or even just Tagaytay and simply relax and clear my mind. But who am I kidding, right?

It's 11pm. I have to eat something.


  1. oh crap! i hate it when that happenes. just drink plenty of water. works for me when i max out everything else.

  2. Ok great. I hope that works for me too. Will try later.

  3. And is Eat, Pray, Love any good?

  4. No idea. Wish I'd have the chance to see it soon.