Bikinis, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Bad Bloggers

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Bikinis, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Bad Bloggers

Hello, world! Emerging from the writing cave to share some exciting (!) news.

Not.

I’m actually here to do what bad bloggers do when they have absolutely nothing worthwhile/earthshaking/profound to say: Write about my summer vacation.

This is part 1 of a two-part post. Gasp. Yes, you read it right. Feel free to faint. TWO PARTS, people. That should put me about… *quick mental calculation* a staggering two posts ahead of my 2012 blogging record! *happy dance*

Now, to borrow the immortal words of my alternate universe-husband, Benedict Cumberbatch…

“Shall we begin?”

I cheated on Boracay (sorry, Max) this year and headed off to Palawan.

Lagen Island, Palawan

I contemplated relating the whole experience to writing…

“Corals: The Use of Setting as a Character”

“Finding Nemo: Inner versus Outer Conflict”

Jack Fish: Holy *bleep.* They’re BIG.

Um, yeah. As you can see, that idea didn’t work out too well. I’m sadly not smart enough to relate snorkeling to the importance of outlining and island hopping to plot twists. In the end, I decided that the only way I was going to get this post up before winter was to simply post pictures with captions that when read after three (maybe four) mojitos, would sound almost clever. Come back after you get properly intoxicated. I’ll wait.

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You’re back? Wow. You chugged those down fast. Oh, well. No judgement here.

No. My thighs have not grown to the size of logs. Blame the water, not the buffet. I swear.

Benedict couldn’t make it, but I did bring along my favorite fish.

Fish One

Fish Two

I’d post a pic of the hubby fish, but I don’t think he’d appreciate the world (i.e., the three people who read this blog. Hi, Mom.), seeing him in his swimming trunks. But since I don’t want you to feel cheated, let me offer you some equally *cough* breathtaking views…