How sad. I wish I can feel the same way about the ocean again. But it has become my enemy, and I swore never to go near it again. Ever.

Originally posted January 12, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

We're leaving for Moalboal in a few hours. Though I was reluctant at first (what with my flu spiking unexpectedly), it seems that Mark's enthusiasm rubbed off on me.

There's really nothing to do in the city this weekend. The traffic is terrible, and all the public places I can tolerate are probably too crowded. If we stubbornly stay in the city while the rest of the metropolis are scrambling to evacuate their summit-weary selves to an anonymous hideout, we'd be stuck at home til Monday.

So this is me in my best yey-i'm-going-to-the-beach routine. Not that I've packed my sunglasses or beach shorts or anything. But hey, the prospect of going two days without internet is starting to sound relatively good. If you can believe that.