Life's a Beach

Here's to remembering my last vacation:

Look at that prestine sand. The memory of how soft it was is slowly fading. I NEED TO GO TO THE BEACH! SOON! I wouldn't mind going back to Boracay. But I wanna try this new place in Oriental Mindoro (Not Galera, totally opposite side of the island). Me and my cousin's are planning a trip this first week of November. We have our itinerary almost ironed out. One of them did an ocular (Can you believe they live in Mindoro but they haven't been to that place yet? If that was me I'd be there every other weekend) and he said it looks like the beach in The Beach. *sigh* Can't wait. This is my birthday gift to myself. The big 3-0 is fast approaching and I am so excited. I still don't understand why some people don't like turning 30. It's no big deal. It's actually nice. Not too young, but not too old too. It's just enough.

Did I mention the sand in the picture? *sigh* I've been in love with the beach since I was born. (I think I'm half mermaid.) I would never get tired of the sand, the surf, the sun. Even when it's raining, it's still fun. When I get rich (as if, keep dreaming Cha) I'll buy a secluded island and retire there. A parrot, a dog and a wild boar for company.

I NEED A VACATION! Can't time move faster?