We used the May 1 holiday to go out of town for our company outing.  Tovee was nice enough to lend us the De Guzman’s rest house in Batangas.  Too bad it was high tide and we weren’t able to lounge or swim by the beach.  Good thing the pool was maintained well and looked inviting.  As I was about to swim, a bee came buzzing by… and landed right smack to my leg and STUNG me.

Oh boy was I stung!  Most friends are impressed with my threshold for physical pain (no, my masochism doesn’t have anything to do with it ——I’m just keeeeeding, human rights people get off my back.)  I can hold it out better in a dentist chair than most guys who’d wince at the sound of the drill.  Not because I had a dozen of cavity gaps that needed to be filled.  Although that is true.  I fell down the stairs flat on my face before a big party and got 2 bruises as big as my hands.  I was sore all over, but managed to smile and be the designated photographer the whole night.  A car driven by a student driver backed up and hit me on the back.  Threw me a meter away.  I was in an artist’ house in Puerto Galera taking a shower when I slipped and gashed my hands in the process to break my fall (this was bad).  The bathroom was two-storey, if you can imagine, and the walls had spikes.

This photo shows the group drinking.  I am not part of it because geeks like me sleep at 10pm.

The Battle with the Bee

Again, boy was I stung!  I swatted the bee away and it left its stinger attached to my leg.  I was in so much pain.  Yssah, my savior of the day, was trying to hold me down so she can pull out the stinger, which looked like a tiny splinter with white hairs on it.  I couldn’t describe the pain but it was something I haven’t felt before.  The area around the sting felt semi-paralyzed and electrified… it was tingling, throbbing… PAINFUL.  For some weird reason, when I see Yssah’s hand going nearer my leg, it hurts more and I just had to move away.  Trying to keep my manliness (I’m a man behind the clothes.  Really.), I tried my best not to show that I’m hurt.  But I kept yelping in pain.  I don’t remember anything that has made me bark like that.

Finally, Tovee was able to find a plucker that helped Yssah pull out the stinger.  The pain subsided immensely after that.  I wish I wasn’t the casualty but how many can actually say that they have been stung by a bee?  I was especially picked out.  And to be a target of warfare means you’re a superpower.  Look at the US of A. 

But still, I kept yelping like a woman!  Shame on me.

I lost the fight with the bee.  Target engaged.  Target hit.  Mission accomplished.  He died with dignity.  I live on with humiliation.

Album: http://cushee.multiply.com/photos/album/426/08_0501-_Sky_Cable_Outing

Album 2: http://cushee.multiply.com/photos/album/427/08_0501-_Calatagan_Outing