Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Jetski is the answer for my need for speed.
I heard all horror stories about jetskis, no thanks to Pam. She used to tell us how she was told that it could cut a person in half.
I was offered to drive one while I was in Cebu this weekend. The instructor showed me first how it’s done, then after one round, he asked to be off because he told me that “I had no problem with driving it.”
He told me to watch out for the other riders so I won’t collide with them.
As soon as I was alone with the open sea, I went crazy and pressed the accelerator to the furthest it could go. I was flying! It was so fun. I went from one end of the island to the other for the next hour.
I would like to do that one again.
That night, the other press people and I went to a karaoke bar. My favorite moment was when we all sang to the Beatles’ “Here, There and Everywhere.” Carlo said he liked the flow of that song.
After that, we went to a gay bar. The bar is called “Navigator” and it was just our luck that it was their sixth year anniversary. For that night only, they had imports from Manila!
I found out that gyrating men on their briefs are not my thing and I soon grew bored. I liked the performance of the drag queens though.
I was fascinated with one girl on the VIP table while she was waving wads and wads of thousand peso bills. She just kept on inserting bills on their briefs (bras if it were drag queens). I wondered who she was. A spoiled politician’s daughter perhaps? A bored heiress? When she left, the show just went downhill from there.
There was one number when at least 15 dancers were onstage and they were dancing a fast song. I found it very funny when they were moving even their fingers. I thought it was so… gay!
Three of the dancers randomly approached us and introduced themselves to us. I got scared and Carlo saw my terrified look that he told me that we should pretend like we were in a relationship. It worked. They left us alone after that.
Pretty soon, the slow song that was supposed to titillate just made me sleepy and I asked Carlo if I could sleep on his shoulder. I was dead to the world for the next 30 minutes!
The next day, I woke up early to do some snorkeling. I’m glad I did not miss that activity. I loved all the fishes that ate the bread from my hands. It’s so bad I know, but when I see a big fish I think in my head that it would taste sumptuous in my plate.
When we got back, we did a little city tour. The last time I had that was back in high school and I was with my grandma and my mom. I liked the part where we went to a Taoist temple in Beverly Hills.
I didn’t see anything wrong with me trying out some of their tradition so I did this whole process of asking questions from a wooden kidney thingamajig. It was wonderful that it said “yes” to all my wishes. Hehehe.
When we got back to the resort, there were masseuses waiting for us.
We felt so lazy the next day that we ordered room service. Actually, my roommates and I just wanted to spoil ourselves for what the trip was worth.
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