In less than 10 hours, I am off to Bicol. I think I better start packing now.
after sleeping for but two hours, I woke up at 7. Not having anything to do, since everyone else in the house neighborhood was still sleeping, I got up at 8, packed a bag full of bags — yes, a bag full of bags for dry cleaning — and, having had not a single bite to eat since getting up, set out on my bike for the Laundromat about 30 minutes away (by bike) from my house.
I looked like a juvenile — yes I know I can’t really count as “juvenile” anymore, but shut up, I still look young — drug dealer on my morning route for the first batch delivery.
I got to the Laundromat, found out that having all four bags I brought cleaned would cost me 400 pesos, and refused to have them cleaned in the end. Packed the bag again, and went back home.
I’ve been playing Ultimate Frisbee non-stop lately, but I feel like that was the most exercise I’ve had in a long period of time.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep.
007 Style (Halle Berry out-of-the-water scene)
MY FRIENDS MADE ME DO IT, OK.
My published, unedited yearbook creative shot. Not so creative, I know.
But I love the way the dress turned out. :)
GPOYFORGIVEME
Rocks shaped as Bronchiosaurus in the Underground River.
Amazeballs, innit?
