Sometime
on a cold midyear night last year, I was at Baler for the same old reason – to runaway,
lol. It was a quick but eventful weekend break, to say the least. Actually, all
there was was the whole night of Friday to travel, whole day of Saturday to
tour, the remainder of the night to beach around, and the next day to travel
back to reality. But mind you, that quick getaway, for some reason, was actually
one of the most celebratory ones, like a long overdue basketball win over
bonfires.
Until
now, reminiscing about it still leaves me clueless how simple talks over a
bottle of beer across those Pacific waves gave me faith and helped me clear
some clutters off my head and come up with some huge realizations like a real
and matured adult at that time – that some things aren’t written in the stars,
that somehow everything will eventually make sense, and that all those shits there
was will all be worth it in the end.
On
other news, behold, here comes the great photo dump.
