Everything was perfect for almost 3 days in Terrazas de Punta Fuego, Batangas. It was one of the best places that stayed written at the back of my hands knowing that this was where I first learned how to swim. It's some kind of a memory lane because when I was a kid, I enjoyed this place even if it was just for a day. Never could have had this great memory without my childhood buddies Shannon and Gian. Everything was perfect.
First time to try kayaking. I was with my brother and we both paddled through our first kayak experience. He would always tell me that we should go to the edge of the boundary where we shouldn't pass through, well we did it and we even touched the rope floating around it. Well I was scared of course! But that fear was the spice to this sweet sweet chance of getting out of my comfort zone. There were chill moments were we weren't paddling, just letting the ocean breeze sweep our small boat (kayak boat, whatever) and we'd relax even though we know that we are at a deep point. Perfect.
The key to a perfect beach momentum is the spot, the place where I wished was the spot I could always go to whenever I wanted to. You lie there, you listen to the waves, forty winks, you read a book, you listen to your favorite music, you forget the world. Perfect.
The nails. Jamin if you're reading this then by now you already know that I've removed the nail polish you violently painted on my nails, and my hands (yes he did that, he placed nail polish on my hands for I don't know what reason) but I understand you're a guy and you don't know how and we were just fooling around with it haha, but you doing me this favor is really/extremely cute. You're amazing. Yes, I've changed the polish, but the story itself and the guy in it? Perfect.
The house where we stayed, need I say more? I'd like to thank Ninang for letting us stay here, she has a wonderful rest house and the location is breathtaking. It was filled with tranquility and it made us realize that there are really things out there that would make you say "life is good". She's amazing. Perfect.
It was mom's birthday on the 15th. That was our second day there. It was planned. The food was planned. On that night, dad grilled pork chops and fish. I repeat. GRILLED PORK CHOPS and fish. That satisfied my tummy more than you know. There's nothing you could ever compare to grilled pork chops on a night during your vacation, a celebration, on a peaceful place with your family. Perfect.
I've always wanted to watch how the sun rises and how it sets. How it changes colors and how it stares at you for a minute like it was bidding you goodbye and next thing you know, it's already night and the sun's on the side we cannot see. The view. Oh I thank God for making me see how wonderful it is, how beautiful and majestic it is to have eyes to see. To love and to see. I love it. Perfect.
Sharing the same feels with my family made it all seem so special to me, that feeling you get when you're spending quality time with them and you all cherish the simplest things. When you hear nothing but their voices when you're chilling inside a cabana, seeing your pops and bro playing ping pong and billiards, having your mom as your photo-buddy, capturing everyone's candid faces on cam, getting to eat together, swim together, sleep in one big room together, laugh together. This is the family, a family. Perfect.