Two Thursdays ago El and her friend Kip decided to tag me along in their spontaneous day trip.
When was this spontaneous day trip?
Where was this spontaneous day trip?*
NO ONE KNOWS.
All we know is that we’re up for a mild adventure. Nothing as hardcore as climbing Mt. Batulao, but also nothing as bland as visiting a nearby beach. After much assessment of choices, we decided to head to Mt. Masungi, in Tanay, Rizal — where we’ve seen through friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend’s photos, a wonderful display of natural rock formations.
HOWEVER due to poor Tourette’s-level of planning, we failed to realize that to find said Mt. Masungi, one has to drive through a rocky path — something that Kip’s Honda City was not built for. But lo and behold, a sign saying that we are close to Calinawan Cave! It was one of the places in our short list of nearby adventure destinations.
After a quick turn here and there, we found ourselves in a place where back in World War II, was used as a hiding spot for soldiers, as well as a venue where nurses can tend to the wounded.
It was a short cave, but nevertheless still good to see some stalagmites and stalactites in good condition. Some were tainted by other previous visitors, as well as production crew from various TV series and movies (such as Bonifacio, Dyesebel, etc).
I realized I could get used to this. I like walking in general, but I guess this is a leveled up version of exercise. I’m sure this is pretty basic, definitely nothing grueling for seasoned adventurers — but it’s a start!
* Say “spontaneous day trip” again.
Can we discuss how A$AP Rocky’s Instagram suddenly became AHHHRT?
I sat down and finished my Bandai model kit of Eva-01 today! Huzzah! It’s still rough in some parts, like they need some mild sanding and paint retouching, but this should suffice for now.
I just finished reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants, actually! I finished it in a week — the fastest I’ve gone to read a book these days. It’s really light, and it’s funny how I can hear Tina Fey’s voice recite every line as I went through the book. Sharp, witty and hilarious, I’d give this book top marks for also adding life lessons here and there.
None right now. I’m going on a media purge, wherein I’m limiting the shows I’m watching to just a handful, so I could work on other more productive hobbies.
Of how ridiculously hot this weather is. This must be what it’s like to go on a day tour with Dante and Virgil down the seventh circle of Hell.
Like shampoo and soap…for now. Let’s see if I beat this heat and still smell wonderfully fresh in the morning. (Though I am assured that my breath won’t be.)
To know where my actions will take me. If they’re even worth the gamble. (Ooh cryptic)
Run down shirt and shorts.
That I am on leave tomorrow!…to art direct at a shoot. I’m hoping it doesn’t rain tomorrow. Included in the cast are some very cute children that won’t be so cute when they get irritable in humidity.
To watch Mad Max again. It deserves a second view, so I can analyze the movie that left me just at a loss for words the first time I saw it.
To work on rakets. Lord.
Irritable. This weather just isn’t working out for me!
Picture this: You are alone at the beach. You took a long stroll that entire day, and your feet have grown sore from walking on the uneven fine white sand. (I know, first world problems, right?) So now you have arrived at a little resort with huts by the water, and you propped yourself on a white canvas bean bag – stretching your tired legs on the vivid teal cloth that served as your carpet. You lean back, feeling the little microbeads shift from within your seat, massaging your mildly sunburnt back.
“Would you like anything to drink?” A waiter approaches you in his floral button-down shirt, khaki shorts and straw hat.
You peer at him from your sunglasses (the sun was behind him) and say that you want a mango shake. He goes and you continue with your relaxation.
Wind breezing through your seawatered hair, a pattern of shadows from the palm trees above masking you from the sun, and you just listen. You listen at the emptiness of everything, with nothing but the waves crashing gently on the flat sand.
There is no job, no deadlines, no pressure, no stress. Just you, and the vast openness of the world, with no problem whatsoever hounding you until you get to dealing with it yourself.
What a lovely day to be alive!, you think. The fresh mango shake arrives and you can feel the cold down your throat with ever sip. Your biggest problem in that moment in your life was simply the brainfreeze you got from eagerly drinking your delicious beverage.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Delayed by a day!
About Lais Souza’s heartbreaking story from being a competitive Olympian, into a quadriplegic.
Mad Max. I went in the movie theater with a biryani (yes), and left with a deep sigh — like my soul has left me. I absolutely loved it!! It has been a while since I was so engrossed in an action movie. All the stunts, and all the explosions that were in the right places… WOW.
Of my choices. Of my decisions. Of my credit card statement.
My hand lotion from Crabtree & Evelyn in Wisteria. It might smell a little tita-like, but it smells so good.
To be a tad richer even for just this month.
A black sleeveless top with a pattern of lightning bolts, olive green pants, and my reliable Timberlands.
This lull of post-crazy-workweek calm. I’m enjoying it while it lasts.
To go home, lie down and stare at the ceiling in the comfort of my pillow fort.
To sort my priorities. I’m turning 26 n a few months and maturity is in order. Sadly.
Lethargic. Adventure is out there.