Some people just never learn.

And I'm one of them.

I received a text message a long time ago. It said that repeated experiences have only one aim - and that is to teach us what we refuse to learn. And maybe, it isn't half-baked as I thought it was. Though I never really paid much attention, right now it is the first thing that popped into my mind.

I guess you can say that I do have this repeated experience. Judging by the first few statements in this blog, I cannot really deny it - and I'm not. For so many years I have been clinging to something that I know have already come to pass. I know that I often say to people (and even heard some say) to let go of the past and move on. But I guess those things are easier said than done.

Beach Escapades (Week 4) - Laguna Family Reunion

Well, it was not really a "beach escapade" per se, but hey...

May 12 - I woke up at around 5:30 to prepare. I had a little bit of free time because our meeting time was 7 am. I took a bath, cooked something for breakfast, and a little over 6 headed to Mantrade. Unfortunately, those who were supposed to pick me up got there a bit late. I waited there for around 30 minutes. At around 7:30, my sister and her husband arrived, and so I got on the car and we treaded the South Expressway to head to Laguna.

We stopped by the big gas station at South Expressway to have breakfast. Afterwards we continued our journey to my aunt's place. There's nothing much to talk about the trip, so I'll just skip to the point when we got there.

Beach Escapades (Week 3) - Puerto Galera Ulet

May 4, Friday. Nagleave ako sa office kasi Golden Week naman sa Japan at wala namang masyadong ginagawa sa office. Mas mubuti pang pumunta nalang ako elsewhere kesa sa pumunta ng office at magintay sa wala. Anyway, maaga akong nagising ng araw na ito: 4 am gising na ako. Direcho ligo, then ayos ng gamit, then mga around 4:30, umalis na ko ng house. Although maaga akong dumating, natagalan ako sa may Metropolis kasi yung nasakyan kong jeep eh konti pa lang ang tao, and since terminal siya kelangang mapuno. Nakaalis na tuloy ako ng mga around 5 na, and ako pa ang pinakahuling dumating sa amin (ganun na ata talaga fate ko).

Anyway, tinawagan ako ng mga kasama ko (college friends) through cellphone at sinabihan nila akong imbes na sa meeting place namen eh dumiretso na lang ako sa isa pang lugar kase dadaan din sila dun. So dun na ako dumiretso and hindi nila napansin na andun na ako (hindi daw ako nakilala, hehe). Pagdating dun, diretso lakad kami papuntang sakayan ng Jeep papunta sa sakayan ng bus to Batangas. Then, same old, same old, Batangas port, then sakay ng ferry papuntang Puerto Galera.

Beach Escapades (Week 2) - Grande Island, Subic

I woke up near to 6 o'clock, so I hurriedly packed my stuff and left. Although the traffic at that time was very heavy (they decided to fix the roads because the elections are near), I arrived at the meeting place just a little over 2 minutes from the scheduled departure. Good thing I was able to call them telling them about the unfortunate event, so they were able to wait for me.

The trip to Subic lasted a little over what was expected. We arrived at the port around 10 o'clock, but we were able to board the ferry around past 11. Then we still had to wait for a while before the ferry eventually moved towards our destination - Grande Island.

Beach escapades (week 1) - Galera

First week of the four weeks in the beach. First Stop - Puerto Galera.

Late Friday evening. I was washing my used clothes (office uniform, etc) since I wont be able to do any washing during the weekend. Why, you say? Well, my sis invited me to their trip to Puerto Galera. Since I didn't have anything to do that weekend (probably aside from washing my dirty clothes), I decided to join.

Saturday. I was watching the television (Bubble Gang) the night before while waiting for the washing machine to finish spinning my clothes, when I fell asleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that I must've fallen asleep. The show on the television that time was Emergency. I turned the tv off, went into the laundry area and continued washing my clothes. I finished at around 2 pm, with all my clothes hung neatly outside to dry. I then set my alarm to 3 am to have enough time (maybe have some breakfast) before leaving.

After all that has happened....

How do you know it's over?

That it has to end?

When do you realize that the love has gone, and that you already have to let go and move on?