I am a total mess.

I have plenty of things to do yet I don't know what to do. This is me when you're not around. I so got used to having you all around every single day. It has only been two days and I'm already bored not to mention I had fun-filled activities yesterday (the UP jogging session, and the lugaw sharing and Jenga playtime with Mai and Alvin).

Today I went to church, stayed to mingle after the service for a while, went to the mall alone, watched few episodes of Glee with the cousins, took Kiwi for a bath, did my cabinet, watched T.V., yet it feels like I still have enormous free time to kill. But when you're around time madly passes by too fast that it makes me wish of stretching the days into 30-hour periods so then I have six more loving hours to spend with you everyday. 

Soon when all becomes well and you get to finally pursue your career, I'll be like Elizabeth Swann and you get to be William Turner whereas for every ten years at sea he could spend one day ashore to be with her. I am just not ready. On the contrary I will never be ready.  I am badly screwed.