I have realized that the amount of happiness I experience during vacation is inversely proportional to the amount of days I have left in it.
A couple of days ago my parents decided to be more outgoing and took us to Boracay. To my sister's dismay, Aklan was drenched in rainwater and Boracay was under a painfully cloudy sky. I'm not a fan of sunlight though, so it was the perfect weather for me to go out. A few years back when I first visited Boracay, a friend and I sailed around the island from ten to twelve noon. I came back looking like a reject from a chocolate factory-- uglier because I hadn't undergone puberty yet-- and I swear, if I were a separate person, I'd never hang out with myself.
I never write about my trips but I'm feeling particularly talkative today (thank you, coffee fix) so here:
A couple of days ago my parents decided to be more outgoing and took us to Boracay. To my sister's dismay, Aklan was drenched in rainwater and Boracay was under a painfully cloudy sky. I'm not a fan of sunlight though, so it was the perfect weather for me to go out. A few years back when I first visited Boracay, a friend and I sailed around the island from ten to twelve noon. I came back looking like a reject from a chocolate factory-- uglier because I hadn't undergone puberty yet-- and I swear, if I were a separate person, I'd never hang out with myself.
I never write about my trips but I'm feeling particularly talkative today (thank you, coffee fix) so here: