Ban Sang Beach
(photo credits: Julios Ubara, Deanna Majilang, Mark Simpul, Elvin Walemba)
We are on the race to find what suits us best. We never seem to miss a beat when it comes to satisfying our sinful insatiable needs. You may be wondering what silliness is Daron brewing here.
Just look at the anxious faces on the picture on top. "Where am I going to sit?" "How will the resort look like?"
Stillness was broken that Friday morning when about 130 people boarded wheel-supported, engine-powered, metal-works driven by our very own kind, to a beach four distant hours away. Isn't that sad, we go through all sorts of measure to ensure "machines" don't fail their creators, but it is still THE creator that handles the MACHINES.
"I don't care, I want my own seat!" Asia has recently had an influx of Diva-ish beings. These once hierarchy-leaning society is now crumbling, deconstructing themselves into a horizontal and flat community. Take for example this man in the picture with the brown shirt. He is flat.
He would definitely have trouble finding a comfortable spot to snuggle into.
Look at how peaceful and calm this dog is. Why can't we lower ourselves down to standards as such? We always strive to be on top. We try and try and try. Our quest to be on top has become so narrowed that Tyra Banks can't think of a better catch line for ANTM that she had to use the simple interrogative sentence: Do you want to be on TOP?"
You can't always be on top:
The five top banana models prepping to be on top. Off they rode into the sunset...wait..it was mid-afternoon: off they rode into the _________________ (fill in the blanks)
The Challenge: To stay on top.
p/s: Off we went! We were circling about a kilometer away from the shore. The ride was great! We were screaming at the top of our lungs... btw, I can't swim.
Nobody can ever be on top. We fell of this banana 5-6 times. We literally crashed into the sea and it's not fun.
My dear friend Julios giving my hair a spa treatment. Did you know that the sand granules clear the pores of the hair.
(photo credits: Julios Ubara, Deanna Majilang, Mark Simpul, Elvin Walemba)
We are on the race to find what suits us best. We never seem to miss a beat when it comes to satisfying our sinful insatiable needs. You may be wondering what silliness is Daron brewing here.Just look at the anxious faces on the picture on top. "Where am I going to sit?" "How will the resort look like?"
Stillness was broken that Friday morning when about 130 people boarded wheel-supported, engine-powered, metal-works driven by our very own kind, to a beach four distant hours away. Isn't that sad, we go through all sorts of measure to ensure "machines" don't fail their creators, but it is still THE creator that handles the MACHINES.
"I don't care, I want my own seat!" Asia has recently had an influx of Diva-ish beings. These once hierarchy-leaning society is now crumbling, deconstructing themselves into a horizontal and flat community. Take for example this man in the picture with the brown shirt. He is flat.He would definitely have trouble finding a comfortable spot to snuggle into.
Look at how peaceful and calm this dog is. Why can't we lower ourselves down to standards as such? We always strive to be on top. We try and try and try. Our quest to be on top has become so narrowed that Tyra Banks can't think of a better catch line for ANTM that she had to use the simple interrogative sentence: Do you want to be on TOP?"You can't always be on top:
The five top banana models prepping to be on top. Off they rode into the sunset...wait..it was mid-afternoon: off they rode into the _________________ (fill in the blanks)
The Challenge: To stay on top.
p/s: Off we went! We were circling about a kilometer away from the shore. The ride was great! We were screaming at the top of our lungs... btw, I can't swim.
Nobody can ever be on top. We fell of this banana 5-6 times. We literally crashed into the sea and it's not fun.
My dear friend Julios giving my hair a spa treatment. Did you know that the sand granules clear the pores of the hair.
I don't know what we were looking at. That's the biggest irony of life. We wander aimlessly. Like the banana boat. Realization only sinks in when you are thrown off.
When the storm starts to blow, you begin prancing around. You tie yourselves down and conform to what is considered normal. While everything else is moving around you, you are stuck in your room... your safe-haven, the bottomless pit
Storm clouds wrap around your shelter. Nothing falters. Trees, leaves, sand, are all shrieking in anticipation for the rain to pound on them, shape them, mold them, and you are protected by the concrete confinement you have subject yourself to.
When the storm starts to blow, you begin prancing around. You tie yourselves down and conform to what is considered normal. While everything else is moving around you, you are stuck in your room... your safe-haven, the bottomless pit
Storm clouds wrap around your shelter. Nothing falters. Trees, leaves, sand, are all shrieking in anticipation for the rain to pound on them, shape them, mold them, and you are protected by the concrete confinement you have subject yourself to.If you have found my philosophical spasms corny, please do leave comments. I am revisiting my literary side.
Comments
Banana Boat!!!
Let's have "Banana Boat Reunion" sometimes in the future :D
And we MUST stay on top!