Ever felt like you've been sitting on your ass for far too long?

I'm talking about being bored out of your mind for doing the same old thing and you just had to get away.

My cousin did.

So he packed his bags, called his friends, withdrew twelve thousand off his account and flitted off to Boracay for Holy Week without telling his mom, dad, siblings.

Crazy.

He'd gone missing for three weeks. Missed his own mother's birthday party. Missed his nephew and niece's graduations. Missed his sister's despedida for New York. Had everybody worried sick then came home tanned and relaxed.

Apparently it was his twenty-first birthday gift for himself.

Crazy.

He spent two weeks in Iloilo with his friends and one week in Boracay - just in time to see gorgeous models and celebrities parading their well-toned bodies in skimpy bikinis - or so I've been told.

"Nikki, it was the best thing. Trust me, Boracay is the bomb this time of year."

Crazy crazy crazy.

I told you insanity runs in our family.