It's a weekend. Work days are over. I am home - watching TV. I'm on my bed with Char Siew sleeping by the foot of the bed. I'm still anxious - over the usual things that come with the job. But I just want to relax. Times like these - I dream of Boracay. Its powdery white sand. The sun on my face. A boat ride on the paraw around the island.
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