There’s this young man in his late twenties. His name is Rick. He has been working for the government for several years now. It’s not a job that he likes (he even hates it sometimes) but it gets his bills paid and makes him afford a few luxuries from time to time, one of which is surfing.
Through the years that he has been dealing with politics, bureaucracy and red tape, he was able to afford to purchase his own car (under a loan) and invest on his own surfboard. He would frequent the beaches of La Union and Zambales on weekends that he was not required by his boss to come to work. One time, feeling very depressed and frustrated by his dead-end job, he drove all the way to La Union with some of his friends. It was December, the weather was cold and the waves were erratic. But till, they all went thinking how much fun they will have.
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