MIRAGE

Utterly overdue yet the bodacious view made 4 hours of butt hyperkenisises endurable — in conclusion, worth 7 weeks of your anticipation? Saline postcard instants and the blues I entail and covet — rewind a month and a half ago, when school has not inaugurated yet hence post-summer malaise are sedately soaking in. Therapeuticness secluded in abysmal reception, perplexed tan lines, over-eating — providentially, a lunch and afternoon buffet is an itinerary — cicratix and salty hair — 8 hours of paradise.

Who would've sought an underrated alcove at Manila's backyard: San Juan, Batangas that is — an unbecoming of my autochthonous wanderlust maxim: first Philippines, next the world. 2 years ago was my most contemporary beach escapade — from phenomenal Panglao, Bohol to congested Puerto Galera — ergo discernly, my family is a metropolitan-scape preferably than exploits convenient littorals. Bluntly, colonial mentality soased my wanderlust — my bucketlist would vindicate together with receipts from shopping bouts — regardless of the urge of peregrinating to external countries, the Philippines has sundry hidden solitaires — encompassing San Juan and ample more to unsnarl. Prosit to the millenarian mantra: do it for the 'gram — may or may not had an abrasion for Instagram 101 — queer tan lines, butt cramps, post-summer disquietude, pappy sand, basking under the sun and briny firmament 'til the next gallivant, sonorous Philippines. 

Ultimately, I know I've been MIA for a month — paradigmatic Ashley and his otioseness my blog archive would postulate — thus an immensely requested tardy travel chronicle. Inclusion to my impromptu indolence, I apologize to have kept you waiting yet I have an excuse — a shabby condone: school commenced? Old school trite, always incriminate school!