my mom always loves to say: "the road to hell is paved with good intentions"
and indeed, it is.
I set off from my friend's place with a will to walk as far toward home as I could. which, knowing myself, would be all the way.
8km. an hour and a half, at a brisk pace, with a slight drizzle to keep me company.
also, I was telling my friend about how I rarely get time with myself, thanks to my connected lifestyle.
10 minutes later, I studied the signboard at a bus stop and decided I might as well take a bus home. 5 minutes later, the bus arrived. an air coditioned volvo.
of those 15 minutes, I spent a grand total of 12 minutes tweeting, texting and calling.
and now that I'm in the bus, myPod has been switched to full blast, and here I am, moBlogging away.
walking? myself time? my ass.
the road to hell is paved with good intentions.