A great hang over before catching a boat to Puerto Galera

Not a good idea. Carlo, Sheiy, Ate Chelo and I were all hung over when we went to Puerto Galera on Saturday. Sheiy and I had a drink and six bottles later, we were rolling down the pavement of Dencio's at Sucat. Ate Chelo had an even at work and Carlo went to UST to watch a little something something.

I didn't sleep at all as I knew that I only had three hours of sleep before I had to get up and pack my stuff so I just laid there, my head throbbing with a big bucket at the side of my bed just in case. I've never been so drunk my whole life. I couldn't remember what I did or what I've said. All I remembered was that I had too many cigarettes and too many bottles of Strong Ice and THEY didn't go well with the sisig and calamari. I also remembered throwing up in the ladies' toilet and the bitch behind me giving me a dirty look cos I've made an absolute mess in the toilet - Oh well.

Everbody was sick and was about to throw up. Me, with my hair a mess, wearing my skirt and sporting a sunnies, I was the epitome of a person who had too much to drink and now regretting what she's done. I drank a couple of tablets of panadol but that didn't do me anything. After a cafe latter at Starbucks, I was energised but not well.

I knew that we were going to catch a boat from Batangas Pier to Puerto Galera, but what we didn't know was the waves crashing towards our boat as we went. I was almost thankful when I saw White Beach, at least the excruciating boat ride was finished.



Puerto Galera took my blues away


The waves were awesome.

The company was the best.

The guys looked cute in their boardies.

The bars were everwhere.

And there were enough cigarettes to last me a lifetime.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call Paradise.

More pictures and detailed entry soon, right now, I'm gona have my nails done...