Here’s the thing about making plans: as much as I acknowledge how important it is and how it can make your life (or, OK, your schedule) marginally better, it gets really frustrating when things fall through and the plan does not happen. You see, today I was supposed to be attending a wedding somewhere warm and shining, but then migraine came attacking, and it’s just great timing~ (hey, that rhymed!). Not cool, M, not cool at all. So while nursing this unwelcome guest, I thought I’d just hit y’all up with this 3rd post about white water rafting.
It’s April, everyone! As much as I am willing to be fooled that the first quarter of 2017 has already come and gone, sadly, that “fooling day” has also… well, come and gone. So it’s time to face up to reality. Yes, it’s April. And yes, time flies so darn fast… but hey, that doesn’t mean we can’t fly with it~ But if, at the moment, you’re stuck at home, you can try recalling those past summers, and how you spent them. Like I’m going to do right now, remembering the first time I tried white water rafting. Read more
Growing up, I never fancied myself to be the active kind. I was not even into sports, except those times when it’s part of PhysEd and I have to do it or else I’ll flunk my class. It was only later in life, when I learned to appreciate nature and the great outdoors, that I took that proverbial leap and started to take on new things in ‘uncharted territories’, so to speak. One of them was zipping down a line or, as they call it, ziplining. And my first time was on the first ever zipline course in Mindanao.