Beaches are great and all but I have a waste of a waist so I prefer heading to the mountains (I’ve done this, like, three times in my life), the sosyal probinsya (Tagaytay, I guess) or y’know, just staying in bed. But Joey played a Baler gig last weekend and since I’ve never been there, I asked to tag along.
Rainy afternoon / Tagaytay
When I was in high school, I devoured Chicken Soup for the Soul books like crazy. Someone would bring them to class and because I didn’t have the means to buy my own, I’d have every page of every Chicken Soup book that would land on my lap photocopied.
The last couple of weeks of August got hectic, but that’s not the excuse for my absence. I simply had nothing to blog about that would be useful to my readers.
Not that I have anything notable to blog about today.
Freakie-approved reading. My wardrobe needs a total re-haul and I’m trying to be all about neutrals and basics now.
The office and rush hour traffic are two different kinds of prisons.
I started a 14-day teatox except it hasn’t been a week and I already suck at it.