Honest Review About The Blue Hole in Tuburan

I guess this prose will suffice. It’s best to describe it with feelings.

I left you breathless, in owe of your beauty.

You are called spring of hope, I guess because of your velocity.

No matter how I tried to push myself down, you still push me up.

You’re such a magical place, that’s maybe why I really wanted to see you.

I felt your coldness but didn’t even bothered me. In fact I was happy.

Your dept is unfathomable, it scares the hell out of me.

I knew it’s impossible to be drown there no matter how much I wanted to.

I saw those divers quickly recovering up after that fatal fall, you’re such a miracle.

I knew they’re just playing and they knew what they’re doing.

Even though you’re awesome, it’s too good to be true I still couldn’t trust you.

But we did try to swim around your cold body and I felt that sense of relief.

I like mysteries and old stories about fairies and big black giants living there.

I want to see them if given the chance. I guess it will feel like I am looking at the stars.

Your body grows when mixed with seawater. You turn salty but that didn’t bother me.

When the sea levels low you’ll turn back to the original you.

It disappoints me how you look green you used to be blue.

But it’s okay, maybe one day you’ll turn into the bluest you.

Soon as people doesn’t bother you. Maybe your peace will be back.

I really hope it will, I really do. Maybe it turns green because it was crowded.

I was a little dissappointed but I am still happy I’ve met you .

It wasn’t what I saw, but it’s the same feeling I get before I saw you.

I wonder if my feelings with JK of BTS will also be the same.

He looks almost perfect in pictures but maybe not in person.

I am kind of aware of it that’s why I am getting ready for it.

As if I am really going to meet them one day and shake hands with those amazing hands.

The Blue Hole now became green hole, but I still love it, no matter how it turns out to be.

Maybe it is meant to be. Maybe it’s what I am suppose to see.

Your table cost P 150 and your tent cost P 250.

I am delighted to see grasses around, it looks so pretty.

You have a comfort room that cost only P 5 for pee use and P 10 for poo use. The rest are donation.

The collector was a little girl, she’s kind but a little strict.

She sells cellophane colored blue and green. A container for your wet clothes.

The woods are colored brown, I was scared if it overloads and it gets cracked like the titanic.

Gladly it didn’t happen yet. But I hope that when it does you’re all ready to lift them all up.

The girl collected our pay for the table. I asked for a receipt she said No need. So I nod and trusted.

It’s cool and it’s nice when you trust. I like it that the lifeguards watching closely.

I know they’re always ready. I am glad I am glad I noticed their presence.

It helped me be thankful of the little things that matters.

Getting there was a little bumpy. If only I had no bags, I would rather walk going up.

Someday I will, someday may not; but I’m glad I have already been there.

Maybe you’ll also realize something important if you visit.

Just like how I realized that in swimming it’s okay to watch where you’re going.

Sometimes it’s easier if you don’t look but it’s better if you do so you will know if you’re going the right way.

I hit the wood with my hands, it didn’t hit me. So I feel sorry. I wasn’t looking because I know I am fast if I don’t.

Sometimes it’s okay to look just to make sure you’re not hitting any wood for your own sake.

Let us know if you need a hand everybody. We’re happy to guide your way for Zero to a little pay 🐱.

Namaste

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