In twelve hours, I'm gonna be in Cebu.

But it's weird; I'm not excited anymore. I tried to start packing four hours ago but my luggage is still empty. My clothes cover my bed and just about every meter square of the floor. I can't seem to figure out what to bring. Only things I'm sure of bringing are my gown, badminton racket and bikini coz those pretty much summarize my itinerary for the whole trip.

I have this uneasy feeling at the pit of stomach, like those you get when you're uncertain about doing something. It's like, something bad's gonna happen. Or, unsurprisingly, it's just first-time flyer's jitters.

Geesh, Floi, the flight's only gonna be like, an hour. That's just about the same time it takes from your house to the office. Or perhaps, it's the fear of being away from home. Hahaha! Don't be such a baby. Besides, someone's gonna be in Cebu who'll take care of you, whoever of Them it may be.*wink*

Oh my, I'm talking to myself again. Gotta go back to packing one more time.

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*.* as if! @ 8:39:00 PM • • RBJ