Sunday, April 22, 2007
#39: TAKE THE PLUNGE
Great! I'm blogging! Finally. Energy and drive are so hard to come by these days. What with a boring summer and all. Make that a very boring summer. Reading other people's blogs, I've become aware of what I've been missing. Damn. It's summer before the Big School after all, so I suppose I should do something worthwhile. But no, I'm stuck here in our computer shop, writing this post to pass the time, all while listening to the ramblings of these politicians on the court across our house. Yeah, it's election season after all. They're now coming out of the woodwork all smelling like St. Ives and looking like Renoirs. Ah, whatever happened to loads of homework and projects? Never thought I would miss them this much.
If there's any highlight in my dull summer it'd be the Cavite Club Outing. It all started when Klitty went at our house to visit me. It's such a treat when a friend comes over, and this friend has something up her sleeve. She wants to have an outing. I need to have an outing. Needless to say, amidst isaw and bitchery, we worked something out. So that's why we and four others were at the entrance gate of Circle Island's Swimming Resort. We secured a perfect spot, tanned our sexy bodies (only in some cases, including mine, of course), and took the plunge. The water's surprisingly chlorine-ey. About 90%, as one sexy girl's brown blog would point out. (Okay then woman, I broadcasted your blog right here, we're friends now, aight? Lol^__^) It was really cool. We first got into a wrestling match. You know, the one wit the girl humping the male's shoulder and wrestling the other girl to submission. LeYa was especially ferocious, if you ask me. But Klitty is lame and a weak-type. Nevertheless, we managed to scrape a few rounds in our favor by using some necessary tactics, e.g. kicking someone's balls and nipple-pinching. Nah, that didn't happen. But in case it did happen, don't flame me , fellas, it's all in the name of fun. Tee-hee.
Then we concocted another game, called London Bridge is Falling Down. It's technically hard to explain. The plot, tho, is that you have to choose between two things thought up by two people to gain supremacy over the outnumbered faction. Some funny choices are monkey-eating-eagle and eagle-eating-monkey, and Angelo and Tita Roma. (Oops, shouldn't have divulged that.)Okay, I know you don't get it. Nevertheless we had a great time in the penalty part. Ha-ha.
We also played Tag and 21. It's fun, too. I've also conceived of a nice game, called Drown-Klitty-and-Kiss-Ugly-Lifeguard game, but I guess at least one of us isn't so keen about it. So I just enacted the Drown-Klitty part, except that Klitty isn't my only target. I proceeded to drown everybody else, except Christian, of course, who obviously have the astounding ability to buoy himself. Haha. And he classically vomited in the pool. It's all over the place. Way to go, Barvi! Daryll enacted a hilarious rendition of a drowning person. We also had a 'Destroooy!' game going, but it went stale after some time. What topped the day tho was that drowning woman. We heard some sort of screaming at the kiddie pool. Imagine anyone actually drowning in water that shallow. But for a while there we thought it's dead. And imagine the woman's mother telling everyone that it's normal for her girl to drown. '"It happens to her everytime, you know." Haha. Allrightey then. The lifeguards were useless, either- they (yes, they, there were four of them) just kept pushing the woman's belly randomly. It's sort of funny for a while. But of course, we were alarmed. At last, the woman regained consciousness, and was escorted back to whatever medication the resort has in store for the poor drownee (if ever there was a word). Talk about bad tourism.
Alas, the day is over before we can say 'Butterfly Stroke 50 Kilometers'. With sun burns and food remnants in store, we bade each other teary-eyed goodbyes and wished each other well in the future. Okay, that was over the top. But that was the tail of it.
Aah, that was fun. Even if I've become sort of a negro, it's way better than being your own house's houseboy. Now I've nothing else to do-again. Hey! Once I'm just a houseboy, but now i'm a negro houseboy! That's pretty comforting, i guess, in a racist sort of way. Now i'll be really into it. So guess i'll be updating this blog with blasts from the pasts then. Expect me to turn up with blast-from-the-past posts next time. So there. Happy blogging, I guess.
it got me home
6:39 AM
