Skimboarding Catastrophe

Don't ever attempt at skimboarding when you've:

a. never done it before, ever
b. your butt is the size of Africa
c: you've drunk 2.5 liters of redhorse, 3 bottles of san mig light and one tall glass of Jaegerbomb (jaegermeister + 1 bottle of Red Bull) all in one afternoon.
d. all of the above

Obviously, I picked "d. all of the above" even before I learned about a. b. and c.

Look what it got me: partial amnesia about the experience, can only remember trying to wrestle a kid's skimboard away from him so I could give it a go. A stiff neck, a broken big toenail hanging by a thread and a very sore butt.

Oh, but I remember this clearly: laughing like a hyena whenever I crash landed! Which was in ALL 3 or 4 attempts!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

This is prolly why manwhore and I never travel together other than the usual weekend mini breaks within Cebu.

Domestic God asks me: So which shoes are you taking?

Me: They're ready. Over there. One havs high, one havs flat and the killer brown strappy f-me platforms.

DG: Are you sure?

Me and annoyed: Yes. Why, are you planning to bring 10 pairs of footwear.

DG, mockingly opening his eyes wide and mockingly saying: Yeeeeeeeessssssss

Me and inside my head only: We're only staying there for 6 freakin' days, why would I need all my shoes?!?

So I just rolled my eyes.

And then:

DG: What about this brown shawl?

Me and inside my head only: You're fuckin' kidding right! You already packed my other brown shawl earlier!

So I just stared at him until he went back to going over my closet.

And a few seconds ago...

DG: So you don't want to bring along another havs high? The one with the silver strap.

Me and resigned to the way things are going: Ok, whatever. (I just want to forget about this whole packing thing (literally if spelled and/or pronounced in some other way) and just purchase what I miss. Hey, we're going to Manila, not the wilderness)

And then after a few moments, I saw him putting into the pink suitcase a bathing suit that barely cover my under parts.

WTF!!!!!! Is he planning to sell me to an international prostitution ring or something?? Hahahahahaha!!!

No, You don't Know,but these ain't Secrets

Two things most people don't know:

1. I have two years' worth of unpublished photos from parties and night-outs. And until this month, I'm out a max of 4x a week! I prolly have pictures of you that you haven't seen!

2. This Manila trip is my first PLANNED trip outside Cebu with the manwhore/adam/domestic god/cap. And we've been together for more than 12 fuckin' years! To think, we even met and hooked up in Bicol. So hey, I'm wrong. We had a first. (That's why I added the word "planned" in all caps up there, first sentence).

Anyhoooo, he's been ooooooooooooll over the Philippines: from the tips of Luzon and all the way to the remote areas of Mindanao. And I've been to places in the 3 major islands as well, and even went as far as Thailand, Europe and Singapore!

But we've conquered Cebu like the Spaniards conquered the Philippines, so it's all good. We'll go from here. :)

3. I suck at packing and usually throw everything inside my suitcase, it ends up so turbulent. But the domestic god seems to really like it. (The packing, not the turbulent-type thing) How do I know? He always nags at me to start packing whenever I have a trip planned. Plus now, I've piled my travel stuff on the bed so I can just haul them all at once into my gorgeous pink suitcase. But then, I can see him right now folding each item carefully, adding some tops or accessory from my closet which he recalled looked good with a particular shawl or tights.