Here’s a short #CommutingThought I had recently. Oftentimes, we are already capable of achieving the things we want to do. It’s just ourselves that we have to convince.
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Musings of a human trapped in the Philippines
Here’s a short #CommutingThought I had recently. Oftentimes, we are already capable of achieving the things we want to do. It’s just ourselves that we have to convince.
Continue reading “Isip: Believe You Can and You’re Halfway There”
During high school and college, I hated schedules. I would seldom commit to anything unless absolutely necessary. Even until now, this phobia of commitment still has a grip on some aspects of my personality. Could it be the reason why I’ve been single for so long?
Sunday
May 15, 2016
If I had to describe the past two weekends, the only word I have in mind would be “run-tastic.” 2 weekends ago, I was the unofficial photographer for the Nike Women’s Half-Marathon. Read on for the gritty details.
During my free time, I’m constantly scouring the internet for motivational quotes. I’ve already said before that motivation is secondary to discipline when it comes to maintaining a lifestyle, but motivation, when used properly, can be a good kickstart to get people moving.
Sunday
April 17, 2016
Adversity introduces man to himself
This was running through my mind as I hopped over another river crossing, my socks drenched in sweat and water, and my head pounding from the searing heat. My feet felt like they weighed tons and my lips were dry and cracked, yet I still had about 13 kilometers to go. I was seriously doubting my ability to finish, but with a grandslam on the line, I powered on.
Warning: This is going to be a very long post. I have much feelings about this race.
Saturday – Sunday
January 30-31, 2016
I think my most valuable learning from the event was that a lot of creatives like to color their hair (mostly blonde and blue). But I got other insights and lessons as well. Read on!
I remember climbing Mt. Pulag, feeling over-encumbered by the weight of my pack as I ascended the steep trail. And I thought to myself, Do I really need to carry all these things?
[Disclaimer: Sorry in advance for my unorganized thoughts. I’ll do my best to format them in the most cohesive way, but please try to keep up as they can be all over the place.]
Imagine being asked the question, “What are you willing to die for?”