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A weekend spent laughing with friends about horribly-made Tagalog horror movies, discovering almond vanilla ice cream, and witnessing a special day in a friend’s life.
*Chunks of time with no photographs were spent sleeping.
I’m off the radar today as I am on my way to Davao City for a wedding of a friend. Assuming that the plane took off and that the cyclone has decided to head another way.
And I thought it’s a great plan to have a scraplink for someone I know whose wanderlust is as strong as Cebu Pacific’s goal to make travelling more accessible to everyone.
I give you VETLONGWALKS.
By the time this post is published, Vet, Line, Ley, and I will already be in Davao. We are here to attend the wedding of a good friend we have not seen in ages.
By the time this post is published, Vet is giving in to her wanderlust and I am giving in with her.
Enjoy her travels! I will be back on Monday with photos.
All the world’s a pin cushion, and all the men and women merely disasters waiting to happen.
When I was in high school, I used to cross stitch while watching TV with my mom. There were only the two of us since my sister was already away at college and dad worked out of town for 4 nights a week. My mom would always remind me not to use a corner of the couch as pin cushion as I might actually forget that I stuck a needle in there one day. I just nodded but continued doing it anyway. I reasoned that cross-stitching needles are blunt and I am not forgetful.
Boy, was I wrong.
One night, I saw my mom cleaning a fairly large scratch on her left thigh. You would think that the right combination of blood and guilt would make me learn my lesson.
I stopped cross stitching in the living room, yes, but the lesson does not seem to be a long-term one. I still have this habit of leaving sharp things where people can accidentally have an encounter with them.
It’s a disease, perhaps? I should probably take care of those now instead of blogging.