I think this girl was as antsy as I was, waiting for the waves so we could crash into them.

Still, there’s something to be said about just sitting on the sand wiggling your toes to get to the cooler part underneath. Then jumping into the surf to wash off the particles that lodged in between toes.

Ah the beach, I loff you.

Anyone who’s met me knows I am resistant to growing up. But going through my people’s facebooks, well, I see an age of hyphenates, of friends I knew growing up now with hyphenates, new friends who have now changed from Santiago to Rabi (Sup Abi). 🙂 My sister’s friends, who i’ve known since forever as well, are now a sea of Something -Another thing.

It’s kinda freaking me out.

See, if they grow up, someday soon I’m gonna have to too! And jeez, I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life yet to be honest. I’m still going where the wind takes me and for a soon to be 24-year old, that’s a little nuts isn’t it?

I’m still not absorbing that my friends are making and taking care of people and building new lives with their husbands/wives. I mean, these are people I played in the dirt with. Hee. It’s kinda hard to connect one idea with the other don’t you think? Especially if these people are somewhere far away (Marie Blair Charpentier, I’m talking to you) :).

So please, friends, people that i’ve loved since we were skinning our knees running around the field at Ange, or going to Mcdonald’s Visayas sharing fries, please please tell meh if you’re heading toward that direction. I need to wrap my head around it. I might keel over a little still though.

I loff you guys though and I’m happy for you. 😀

Here’s Kiko doing jumping jacks as we go in to drink as much P9 beer that we can in an hour.

We’ve been to two Beer Below Zero Crazy Hour events in the past six months and in those two events have always had to wash the drunkenness down with Mr. Kabab. I don’t drink beer often (i don’t like it really i’d much rather have a coke) but at these events i drink 3-4 in an hour. How’s that for changing for P9 beer?

Sup Joannaman.

You think Central misses you as much as you miss it?

ha-bleah!

(Poor kitty he got drunk)

Drinking with the sun still out, that wasn’t really smart, but it was fun. Calling it a gay (typo, but it stays) at eight pm just to head to Kozui to gorge on green tea ice cream and soba at 10 pm on a Thursday. 🙂

Good old times.

Sup Central Thursdays, we will never forget ye.

I think imma make some later. 🙂

Hooray for dessert.

So I went karting for the first time last week. I was excited to try this thing that even my 12 year old cousins go to Subic for. Why have I never been? I dunno really. It sounds like something I really would try, my favorite thing to do at the old SM Annex was go to World’s of fun and bump car. 🙂 Then again this is a whole different thing, the point was to STAY AWAY from other cars and not crash into them, which I did with relish when i was a kid.

But I digress.

When I finally got the chance to go try it, I was both excited and apprehensive. For one, I was going with people who raced real cars on a real track, I didn’t want to be the slow one in the track that people just zoomed past by. Excited too, to see how I fared in comparison, if i could do these things I only heard about before in theory.

I was doing okay, albeit a few spinouts. I was going pretty fast, speedier in turns if you can believe it. I couldn’t remember if what I was told was to slow down at turns or speed up. I tried going slower but that was boring, so I tried stepping on the gas on turns which proved much more exciting so I used that.

Several turns later, i zoned out. A couple zoomed past me, I kinda forgot where I was and what I was doing, and went straight when I should’ve turned. Saw a wall come toward me, and stepped on the gas. The gas man. The rubber(?) partitions i passed in a flash. The only thing that stopped me? A wall. A freaking wall. Next thing I heard were a couple of the technicians asking me what happened and telling me to be more careful and to step on the BRAKE next time. I broke the steering on that kart so I was transferred to a newer one. And amongst several guys waiting for their turn on the track asking me if I was okay (YEAH I HAD A LOT OF WITNESSES TO THE CRASH SINCE IT HAPPENED SO NEAR THE ENTRANCE) I got in this shiny new kart.  It had better steering and pedals that were more sensitive. I liked it wayyy better but admittedly I was slower this time around.

What did I learn?

Well besides the obvious, (STEP ON THE BRAKE IF A WALL IS COMING AT YA JEEZ) karting is fun. Exhilirating even if you get it right. And I’d like to think I got it right before the epic failure of my crash. And this is not the end of my karting career. Subic, I’m coming to conquer you.

Meanwhile, I’m waiting for the boom na boom guys to forget that I broke a kart and completely flattened a paint can before I go back there.

(Sorry guys. :D)