When I got home late last night (well, not too late... it must've been around 1:00 a.m.) I had the urge to blog a bit about my recent adventures, but could not muster enough energy to do so. I was forced to finish a lot of paperwork to meet a deadline that was pushed earlier than I expected.
But actually, the real reason why i was so tired is because after Chuzzling for hours late Wednesday night, two friends and I decided to drive up to Tagaytay on a whim. More accurately, a friend and I decided to drag another reluctant friend along with us up to Tagaytay since we didn't really know how to get there. (Yes, I am one of those ignorant drivers who had never, up until that moment, driven out of town. My usual route consists of home-work-nearby haunts. The furthest I had driven before Wednesday night was from Quezon City to Alabang and back to get a tattoo from Joe.)
We were lucky to find a quiet, secluded place that was open at the ungodly hour we arrived and where we could just chat and drink by the pool (since one of us insisted on being near a body of water). I couldn't resist jumping in. There was something so uniquely liberating about shedding your clothes and jumping into the water amidst the stillness and foliage. The deviation from the typical was small, yet much-needed; opportune and quite effective.
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