I recently went to Boracay to celebrate my birthday. After staying in the island for two days, partying and spending the night trying to get wasted, I felt like instead of seeking reprieve I end up escaping life itself. The pace started to get into me, parties got me weary and talking to people I barely know started to become somewhat cumbersome experience. The ambivert in me started to kick in, I know what exactly I wanted.
I wanted to escape the party, counter flow the pace, I am leaving the paradise. I headed to Carabao island.