Everything is super fast-paced. I can still recall being all sleepy last year’s new years eve writing about how 2017 was a painful year to me; still feeling that positive energy I have for the coming year which is 2018. And then days turn into weeks. Weeks quickly turn to months. And before I know it, I am writing everything I had with 2018. The good ones.
You know, just like every year, I can’t totally describe how 2017 was like for me. But I will try to describe it anyway. Because while I look forward to the new year, I am taking the stock to look back on my accomplishments, or lack thereof.
It’s 5 in the morning and here I am, heading north.
Driving along the north Luzon expressway, watching the sun rises from the wide rice plains at my east and that suddenly cures all my troubles. Amazing, isn’t it?
There was one time back in March 2015 when one airline launched a piso fare. Holy cow, it was super cheap so I needed to grab it! I asked my friends if they wanted to go to Boracay sometime around September and most of them insisted to rather party Laboracay which will be on May 1st.
As I start to write this blog post, I am already seated inside a bus going north. To the city of Baguio. Finally. After all, this is it, my first time!
It was a fun day at Cebu.
We just had the island experience of Sumilon and we were waiting for a bus going back to Oslob bus terminal. It was getting dark and waiting for a bus was taking too long. After an hour of waiting, a bus finally came.
That was the question that I asked myself 4 weeks before my graduation.
If you’re asking yourself or you think you’ll be asking yourself with the same question, and if you’ll consider my personal opinion I will say: