Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Trip To Boracay

Frozen blue margarita and Kamikaze taste the same to me... so damn bitter!

"It's a different world down there."

I prefer under the sea than up on the sky.

Parasailing is boring once you're up there. So I decided to break the ice by staring down on the vast ocean wishfully thinking of sharks that would prey on me as soon as I drop down.

Banana boat is also a bore because we are not good swimmers so they can't just throw us out of the boat. And Mama is watching over us.

Fishes feed on bread. I'm not sure if they like it. I've read somewhere that dogs are not allowed to eat chocolates. Neither chicken bones. Well, maybe for those stupid enough to swallow as if they're boa constrictors.

Long island iced tea tastes more like of Kamikaze.

I like Screw driver the most! It tastes like orange juice (That's because it's an orange vodka. Dunce!).

Baileys is ok.

I peed on MEN's while on board. (Yeah, it's my first time in SuperCat, so I should be expected to be doing something stupid, like on my first time on plane, I mixed some cream on my hot tea. Gross.) A poor little boy stood aghast when I went out of the cubicle in skirt. I think he thinks I'm gay. The truth is, I'm stupid, I don't know how to read. Worse, I can't distinguish MALE from FEMALE. Oh well, I reasoned out I'm just avoiding being a sexist.

I love hotel rooms!

Bora is not a paradise. I didn't even find it impressingly lovely. The beaches have white sand all right but the beaches are mossy. I was itching most of the time I'm wading.

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