I could not wait to take a break.
In a week's time, I am flying my bee-hind to a place down South with beaches nearby, more beautiful than Boracay and more serene than Palawan. They say one island is hailed by many diving magazines as one of the 10 most beautiful dive sites in the world. My friend L says he digs it better than El Nido.
I've got everything ready except for my, yes, bee-hind which begins to plummet, where else but, south. It looks heavier now and I swear I've been only eating 1 meal a day. I have yet to open an email sent to me by R; it's this "be-model-thin-in-one-week" diet plan where you get to eat fruits and...shoot!...oh well, I really need to get to that email soon.
I am most excited by the thought of getting my fingers through the pages of Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book. You see, I have never read Neil Gaiman but I've heard a lot about him from friends. J from Vanda could talk for hours about nothing but Sandman and T has Gaiman, I suppose, on her list of "Men I Want To Marry".
I will have plenty of time to myself because O will be spending most of the day working. Yes, my (only) one surprised and bitter reader, O will be on vacation while working. I, on the other hand, will roam around the resort, finally figure out how my camera works, eat anything I want, and get to know Gaiman through The Graveyard Book. All is fair...In a week's time, I am flying my bee-hind to a place down South with beaches nearby, more beautiful than Boracay and more serene than Palawan. They say one island is hailed by many diving magazines as one of the 10 most beautiful dive sites in the world. My friend L says he digs it better than El Nido.
I've got everything ready except for my, yes, bee-hind which begins to plummet, where else but, south. It looks heavier now and I swear I've been only eating 1 meal a day. I have yet to open an email sent to me by R; it's this "be-model-thin-in-one-week" diet plan where you get to eat fruits and...shoot!...oh well, I really need to get to that email soon.
I am most excited by the thought of getting my fingers through the pages of Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book. You see, I have never read Neil Gaiman but I've heard a lot about him from friends. J from Vanda could talk for hours about nothing but Sandman and T has Gaiman, I suppose, on her list of "Men I Want To Marry".
Oh yes-- I got interested in Gaiman when he, deadpan, got even with Stephen Colbert. I enjoy Colbert for his narcissism, his satirical delivery of political and the not-so political issues, and his comedic jabs on his guests. Colbert is so funny even his guests lose focus. But not Neil Gaiman. Not French high wire artist Philippe Petit (but that's another story).
I need a smoke.
When I come back, from my vacation that is, I hope I'll be inspired to write about the book. Who knows, I may even add Gaiman to my own list of "Men I Want To Marry".
We'll see.
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