The ultimate sadistic addiction.

The day we were supposed to fall in style came and left in a whizz. But we were far from falling in style. We fell flat on our faces, not once, not twice, I fell till I was all water clogged, felt like my brain was swimming in water.

The ferry ride was a lazy picnic on board while being amazed by geographical sights.





How we tortured and mangled our poor bodies.

The recuperation and bonding time..







It was fun. It was an escape. To do something totally un-me. To be somewhere we restore our sanity. To balance our lives.

Most importantly, to bring out the Energizer and Duracell bunny in us.

Now, to recover from the bruises, sprains, aches and miscellaneous injuries.

Yes, we're all sadists. We enjoy tormenting our poor bodies.