I remember my first trip to Boracay on a 2GO cruise liner. Almost immediately, I found myself standing at the narrow prow of the ship shouting the infamous line- I’m the king of the world!- arms spread out. Two burly cruise officers thought this was a bad idea and were in no time urging me to get off the platform where they said it would be safer. Safer? Sheesh! These people obviously have not seen The Titanic. I made a mental note to bring a DVD copy on my next trip.
“So you mean to say I can’t do any Titanic impressions? What are we supposed to do on a twelve-hour boat ride?”
I sat down for a while. I looked around and suddenly had that awful sinking feeling. Primarily because I remember two guys video recording my Leonardo di Caprio act. Tsk. I hope they haven’t posted it on YouTube yet.
Also, I probably shouldn’t use sinking as an adjective- when I’m on a boat- in the middle of the ocean.
Anyway, since they won’t allow me to do more Titanic re-enactments outside of the ship, I’m just gonna stay here on my rickety bunk bed and draw this half-naked guy sleeping opposite my bed and pretend he’s Kate Winslet.
I hate big boats and I cannot lie.
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