Time.

Although I seem to have deserted this place, I'm back and have yet to fallen off the face of the earth. I wish I had more time to do everything. I wish I had more time to cook, to actually make things from scratch and not feel guilty that I've spent hours doing it. I wish I have the time to enjoy my cooking and indulge in what I made at my own pace. I wish I had more time to sleep so that when I wake up late in the morning I don't feel like the day's almost gone. I wish I had more time to pick up photography, to go around, travel and learn to take really good photos. I wish I had the time to use photoshop, the time to learn all those effects that make good photos great. I wish I had more time. So for my twenty first (i.e. 19+2) birthday, may I have more time to do everything? Please?

To come back to reality though, the actual day that I was meant to be celebrating was half spent curling up in bed and half spent trying to hold myself together around Barcelona. I curse you you Japanese restaurant. I CURSE YOU! At least dinner was better. I almost didn't go out because I just wanted to knock out after a seemingly long day but was convinced to anyway. The food was so-so but the desserts, oh la la! The jasmine flan was the lightest, most scented, fulfilling thing ever! I have found the ultimate dessert...for now.

I miss the old days when life was more carefree. When it was more about play and less about work. I really, really can't imagine dragging my ass out of bed in the morning only so that my money goes to the government. 4/12 months a year for who, government? Like as if they spend it wisely. *sudden banging noise from upstairs...hmmmmmm* Back to me, I want that comfort of not having the responsibility...being a kid again would be nice.