Rave - Spent last weekend with the other guys from the Suicidal Eight (we who have resigned from work) in Puerto Galera. It was my first time there and i didn't get much sleep plus our old boss couldn't make it due to personal matters but even so, the memories more than made up for it. Most of the time was spent drinking, laughing and checking out the scenery. I'm way too lazy right now to string together entire sentences so i'll just do it by the numbers.
3 hours earlier before we left was the news that a ferry had sunk on the way to the exact same beach as we were.
4 paranoid people who were in favor of cancelling the trip, 4 fools who wanted to push on.
12 times that my phone rang from people who though that we were among the ones on the boat that sunk.
0 places that had vacant rooms when we arrived, 3 hours before we were able to find a vacancy.
9 hours of sleep overall during the 2 and 1/2 days that we were there.
839 pictures shared between 3 different cameras.
14 shooting stars counted, 0 wishes granted.
7 scratches on my left hand after a brush with some rather nasty coral while snorkeling.
3 queers who tried to hit on us while getting tanked on the beachfront.
2 bottles of JW Black Label consumed while waiting for the sun to come up on Sunday and Monday.
3 guys who had to leave mid-morning on Monday due to prior commitments
5 people stranded for a few hours on the pier when 1 idiot misread the bus schedules going back to Manila.
Right now, i'm still tired, sleep-deprived, broke but still really happy.
3 hours earlier before we left was the news that a ferry had sunk on the way to the exact same beach as we were.
4 paranoid people who were in favor of cancelling the trip, 4 fools who wanted to push on.
12 times that my phone rang from people who though that we were among the ones on the boat that sunk.
0 places that had vacant rooms when we arrived, 3 hours before we were able to find a vacancy.
9 hours of sleep overall during the 2 and 1/2 days that we were there.
839 pictures shared between 3 different cameras.
14 shooting stars counted, 0 wishes granted.
7 scratches on my left hand after a brush with some rather nasty coral while snorkeling.
3 queers who tried to hit on us while getting tanked on the beachfront.
2 bottles of JW Black Label consumed while waiting for the sun to come up on Sunday and Monday.
3 guys who had to leave mid-morning on Monday due to prior commitments
5 people stranded for a few hours on the pier when 1 idiot misread the bus schedules going back to Manila.
Right now, i'm still tired, sleep-deprived, broke but still really happy.
"May those who accept their fate find happiness. May those who defy their fate find glory."
