Gosh, what I would do to go back to Boracay before school starts. Work (and being with everyone during in-service) has been great. But damn, I miss being beachparked.
Bikini-clad, cocktail and book at an arm’s reach, The Black Crowes belting it out in my i-Pod. No rush. No worries. No need to be anywhere in particular except where you are at and the biggest decisions to make are rum coke or mohito? or should we turn left or right.
Ah, good times.
And yup, reality bites.
Back to work, Pau.
grateful slice: escape (during work breaks)