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\nMe, AJ, Ricky, Phoebe, Jayvee and Ferdz<\/em>
\nPhoto by Dino de Leon<\/a><\/div>\n

\nIt was my first trip out of town with this group. It was even my first time to meet Phoebe and Ferdz, and my first time to really get to interact with AJ and Jayvee, whom I both met in previous events. It’s actually like a school field trip. You get to know the people you share your classes with outside of the classroom.<\/p>\n
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\nJump!<\/em>
\nPhoto by Dino de Leon<\/a><\/div>\n

\nAlso, just like field trips, there are those moments when you act really immature and take photos of people sleeping. XD (No, I’m not posting sleeping photos here because I’m not *that* evil. But you can see them over at my flickr or my multiply XD)<\/p>\n
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\nShooting Phoebe<\/a> and AJ<\/a>‘s fasyon spread<\/em><\/div>\n

\nThis was also my first real camping experience. The last time I slept inside a tent was the time my cousins and I stayed overnight at the cemetery during Halloween. We weren’t really roughing it because Halloween and All Saint’s Day in the Philippines is more like a huge outdoor party — there are long lines at the toilet and a Pizzahut kiosk right beside our tent. Prior to that was the camping we had for scouting back in grade school. We only camped inside the school grounds, and the school was only one street away from my house, so it wasn’t much of an experience. Though I think I did see a white lady in one of the classrooms… THIS was real camping though. With tents, camp stoves, peeing in the bushes. -_-<\/p>\n
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\nDino’s Halo-halo<\/em><\/div>\n

\nThen there’s the halo-halo. On the way back down to San Juan, we stopped by Mang Lizardo’s for halo-halo. One high-maintenance hiker who shall remain nameless ordered a high-maintenance halo-halo: no kamote, no munggo, no pinipig and only one scoop of sugar. <\/p>\n
$\"Me$ <\/a>
\nWith Ricky, Columbia Sportswear’s Megamall branch manager<\/em><\/div>\n

\nThat started the teasing the high maintenance hiker got all the way back to Manila. Of course, this high maintenance hiker made things worse by commenting on the “local ice cream.” In fairness, masarap ang local ice cream!<\/em> Remember, Creamline is the official ice cream of high maintenance hikers!<\/p>\n
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\nPhoebe, Jayvee<\/a> and Phoebe’s bucchi<\/em><\/div>\n

\nHigh maintenance hikers aside, there was one blogger who made a great display of his strenght during this climb. While everybody was huffing and puffing from the exertion, this blogger was huffing and puffing away on his cigarettes. Winner! He kept up a running commentary, even singing Broadway hits, which kept us entertained and kept our minds off from the strain of the hike. To further show off his manly prowess, this tough guy pulled our van out of the muddy ditch it got stuck in on the drive back to Laiya. It’s a shame nobody got a video of this amazing display of strength.<\/p>\n
$\"Me$ <\/a>
\nMe and Ferdz<\/a><\/em><\/div>\n

\nAnother highlight for me was learning how to skip rocks! Though I still lack practice, I was able to get them to skip three times. Thanks for the lessons, Ferdz!<\/p>\n
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\nMy 10,000th photo with the Ixus 75! (Pardon the cheesy poses)<\/em><\/div>\n

\nIt was also during this trip that I reached the 10,000th mark on my digital camera. It took me almost three years to reach 10,000 in my old A70, but with the Ixus 75, it only took seven months. I was initially planning some elaborate shoot to celebrate the 10K, but I’m glad that the 10,000th photo was a sort-of spontaneous happy shot. As my friend said, “at least it has someone wearing a shirt that says “I’m too horny.””<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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