Fix clean clothes.Fix laundry.Scan passports.Clean out Chuck’s tank.- Work on photos.
The wonders of getting 12 hours of sleep and waking up at 9 am on a Sunday!
The wonders of getting 12 hours of sleep and waking up at 9 am on a Sunday!
1. Having a four-day weekend and waking up late on a rainy Friday morning.
2. Arriving in cool and windy Silang, and feasting on lasagna and pizza while playing online guessing games with the Groom’s family.
3. Praying before meals and winning in Monopoly Deal.
4. Witnessing a beautiful matrimonial ceremony of two people and attending one of the most fun wedding receptions to date.
5. Seeing a future wonderfully unfold.
1. Daddy’s Girl Polo > Boyfriend Shirt
2. Receiving my first spring bouquet from you (because you know I don’t like roses) and getting teased by workmates
3. Meeting up briefly over non-coffee and takeout doughnuts
4. Dinner with family = pizza
5. We’re always BZ, you and me
I’ve always considered keeping journals and diaries a way of catching up with myself. We maintain date books to keep track of dinners with friends, marathon meetings at the office, and that long overdue dental appointment. Why can’t we do the same for ourselves?
Writing about my day is my way of self-introspection. Regardless of wardrobe change or shifts in career, I will always consider myself an introvert. I have kept diaries for as long as I could remember. It saddens me that in this day and age of push-button emo publishing, I have the worst case of writer’s block. That and awful time management skills.
Anyway, real entry to follow. Pathetic.
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I have been exercising my ass off and eating healthier for most part of 2012. I’m joking if I say I’m hungry, but that wouldn’t be too far off from the truth: I miss my comfort foods. Which is why as soon as I turn 29 and get back from the beach, I am going to make a beeline for these restaurants. Expect this list to be the first of many Five Places to Pig Out After I Hit Two Birds With One Stone: turning a year older and losing my Boracay virginity (you know what I mean. Not that one).