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no, i didn't go to beach roots bar. for a change, we went to the beach, instead. "it's payback time for the family cio, let's hit the beach!" sarsy told me two weeks ago. an invitation i could not have refused had it been made earlier, but we were on our way to the mall with our "church vesture." (just got that word right now - in this very moment). so yesterday, we finally had a go.

it's been a while now that i have been pre-occupied with work and beach roots... hardly have time for family. not to mention, just recently, my work's got "promoted." meaning more work, same pay (or should i say, less). i'm supposed to be handling work with only one dealership but thanks to my excellent and good "kiss-ass" rapport with the people of the agencies i deal, i took over the job of one fatso liaison from one of our sister company (whom i'd love to kick his a$$ for; leaving me more problems than i already have) and more work for our two branches elsewhere. been crazy lately.

finally, after five months of beach deprived existence, i'm back to the place i love. nothing fancy. no island hopping, jet skiing, scuba diving or parasailing. not even snorkeling. beach, plain as day... i'm glad to know, after months off the beach, i still have that swimming skills i learn in college. i was short of breath though... haven't been to ccsc for eons.

cool..... but videoke-laden beach! i bet the owner earns more from videokes than the rentals. the booze me and sarsy brought along made up for the "not so great" resort.

can't wait for the lent holidays.... just don't know where to go yet.