For the past 3 days, I've been waking up early, on time. But for the past 3 days, I've also been late for work. Because I'm so tamad to move. Because I just want everything to be in slow-mo mode for a change. I haven't even been that productive at work for the past week.

I want to spend my day in a cafe and just catch up on my reading. I'm not even halfway through the book I'm reading now and I still have 3 others lined up. I want to write about anything, even if it will probably make no sense. I want to delve on my life, on who I was before and who I have become. I want to contemplate and ponder. I want to open my super big box of "things that happened in 2004", rummage through it and decide on the things I still want to do and accomplish in the coming years, and things I should probably avoid doing. I want to spend an entire day, in a beachbed, a cabana or in a cozy chair in a garden, with endless cups of coffee and just mull over every single facet of my life. I wanna try and figure things out. I want to be pensive. I want to reflect. I want to put the rest of the world on hold. I wish there was a pause button you can just press. If only life was that easy.

Everyone is frantic and spazzed out. Why wouldn't they be? What with all the year-end deadlines, christmas parties to organize and attend, add to that the long list of people to give presents to.

I dunno. Maybe it's the turmoil and the hurly burly of the christmas season that's making me yearn for solitude. I honestly can't feel a tinge of holiday cheer within me. J says it just hasn't hit me yet. Heck, I don't even know if it will. I can feel it in my so so so not deep pockets, though.

I just want to get away, go on a personal escape. Maybe even with a friend or two (who wants to do the same thing) in tow. Maybe I'll go to my favorite place in Tagaytay this weekend and stay there the whole day and just do all these things. That would be nice, wouldn't it?