a week ago me and my office mates went to subic for a weekend getaway. we spent the night on the beach (ocean view resort), with food up to our armpits and overflowing alcohol. we did a bit of cold night swimming in between stuffing our belies to our hearts' content (damn you food! i gained 1.8lbs on that weekend alone. grr.) and fueling our blood with alcohol as if we're gas guzzler vehicles personified. we easily finished that bottle of absolut and the bar in record time thanks to the drinking game i learned while i was in australia. although the two empty bottles weren't the only thing toppled after that. body count anyone?
the night (morning) would've been perfect if not for the unforeseeable event (unforeseeable because i was pretty much hammered by then) of me trying to play sea soccer with a sea urchin thus resulting in two, yes you read that right, two spines stuck on my left big toe. and let me tell you this, no amount of toxic sludge would've prevented me from feeling that. the death darts were about an inch long and just about as thick as your average needle. (a single picture of the spines still protruding from my toe would've turned this painful experience into awesome sauce!) instinctively i pulled out the first spine. success! the second one was a semi-loss because part of it was still lodged in my toe. (and still is up until now! FML.) went to the john to pee on the little sucker. first aid dude. what transpired after that is all a haze to me and i blame it on the a-a-a-a-alchohol.
woke up late morning with a sore toe and an even sore-r head. (maybe it was the ill effects of the late ash wednesday blessing via used charcoal that i had courtesy of a certain someone. lintik lang ang walang ganti. mwahaha! jok!) took a bath then had brunch consisting of rice(tons of it!), fried spam and corned-beef-omelet-con-araojo.
we went back to the house of our office mate to drop off some of the stuff that we've borrowed. (thanks tita!) then left for the tree top adventure where i met my doom. you see i am not fond of heights, not fond meaning terrified, terrified meaning knee-knocking going insanely berserk afraid. but, but i thought (thought being the operative word) i've already out grew that fear since i've been on countless space shuttle and other height defying rides. (just the the thought of all of those stomach curling rides makes my palms sweat.) what i didn't realize is that all of these rides have one thing in common, they are actually rides; rides wherein you basically have something to hang on to as opposed to dangling in nothing but thin air. i really thought i was in good shape up there on the platform and i was still okay as i was stepping slowly out of it. but then nothing separated me from the ground below. and then i froze, specifically my left arm which was holding onto the tree drop guy's arm. the thing is all of that time i spent there holding on in my head i was telling my left arm to let go. let go dammit!! i did a couple of deep breaths to no avail. panic still won. eventually i did let go and still did the "drop" by wussing out and holding on to a rope while going down.
and now to the point of this whole blog post: FU face your fears person guy!
kidding aside, it was really a liberating and revealing experience. what next? bungee jumping? sky diving perhaps? (asa pa! :P)
i had a blast last weekend mainly due to the people i was with. and here we are...
lucky 13! (13th person behind the lens)sa uulitin!
