Flying off to Manila in the morning.

I realized traveling can get pretty tiring, the packing, the preparations and all that. I hate it when I have a lot more stuff for other people than my own stuff (all the belated birthday and anniversary gifts, stuff that they asked me to buy cuz they are supposedly cheaper here and all that). It’s not the padala that I’m complaining about, it’s all the pasalubong.

I’m feeling a little dreary and moody at the moment, maybe because I slept at 5am last night (or this morning, depends on how you see it). I was packing and cleaning my room all day and night… much to my mom’s irritation when I started hammering nails on my bedroom wall to hang up my picture frames at 10:30 at night (”WTH are you doing! It’s 10:30! Do you want our neighbors to complain about the noise?! Why couldn’t have you hammered all those earlier in the day?!” *shrug shrug*)

I finally decided that enough was enough, I am going to clear all that boxes of shit in my room and get everything cleaned up so that I won’t have to face another hell load of spring cleaning. Because when I get back, not only will I need to clean my room, I’ll be facing a hell load of unpacking.

I talk like I’m gonna be gone for months. What the fuck, lah. I’ll only be for gone five days. And I’m sure five days will fly by looking at how our schedule is like now… most of my days in Manila are already filled up with reunions and such.

On the bright side, I get to wear my new Hawaiian inspired dress for my cousin’s debut and eat at Balaw Balaw to my heart’s content and probably dye my hair a different color (I’m so fucking sick of brown and red).