Oh Kulfi, you were so strangely good.

And I had you all to myself coz you were weird.

Pistachios and rose syrup, purrfect.

What a way to cool off.

No I’m not doing an ad for Starbucks, I just want a cold drink, and these really looked good to me when i was looking through pictures. It’s far too freaking hot for a toffee nut latte, but can you imagine a toffee nut frap right about now? With this sweltering heat that doesn’t go away even at night, I just feel like drinking everything iced and sticking to places with AC.

Or maybe go to the beach.

Oh the beach. How I miss you.

But I would settle for IVs of these or those banana smoothies Ria made last night. Man those were good. With vanilla ice cream, heavenly.

Cold drinks, the savior of the masses.

Starbucks, save your masses with free drinks kay?

I don’t know who you are yet. I am not leaning toward the orange, the yellow, the red, the green, no not yet. I am a voter though and I will be casting mine on Monday, definitely. Who it is, who the final tallies will show, I just ask for a few things.

Please junk the JPEPA. I do not need toxic waste from Japan here. (Sushi definitely, otoro heck yeah, but toxic waste, no)

Please take care of our journalists. I am not one, but I have always admired them.  I would like to think that we are a free country where people’s voices can be heard. When journalists keep ending up dead, those people who just report on what’s happening and not really expressing their opinions, what hope is there for us civilians who want to share their two cents?

Please share the wealth. I know you’re gonna have access to a lot, and i figure, raising minimum wage for people who break their backs for P300+ a day, a couple hundred would mean the world.

Please give the RH bill a chance. I am not pro-abortion or anything to that extreme, but a few pills here and there, condoms for those who cannot afford them and keep having kids, won’t kill them, hunger will. I am anti-kids dying of hunger. A little education about how to not have them everytime they get the urge to boff would be good. Coz heck, you and I both know, you are not getting them to stop doing it. Have you tried searching for “cytotec philippines” on Google lately? They’re gonna do it, and education about the basic stuff will stop them from even considering the killing of a baby. (Thank you Women’s HealthCare Foundation for doing your part on disseminating information where you can)

That’s it. Much luck on the 6 years. Do us proud.

Spent Sunday indulging my inner kid while trying to keep cool with 2 serial killers, a mad drifter, a mini basketball catcher licker, and a paintball to the crotch victim, and we had a blast.

It was dehydrating, sweltering hot, incredibly wet, exceedingly dusty, but we felt like kids just going around the park looking for the next thrill ride.

Tried Zorbs and felt like hamsters.

Karted.

Bungeed.

Drank half the park’s gatorade.

Learned magic.

Won a mini basketball toy and conceived a drinking game.

Went home after the fireworks (Damn those were nice) and laughed at episodes of Friends.

What a weekend.

I have never been a gamer. I work with computers for a living, to me relaxation has never been a computer screen and I am usually the farthest from one after I shut off my screen at the end of a workweek.

Then I got introduced to Left 4 Dead 2, this kill the zombie cooperative game. I didn’t wanna play it to be honest. (I am the biggest scaredy cat in the world. Signs [that lame alien movie with Mel Gibson] had me store water bottles next to my bed for a year. I avoid commercials during Halloween season and I don’t even watch psychological thrillers. Resident Evil 2 i remember not playing, but just looking at my cousin trying to finish it and having to run to my room from the bathroom at night for months afterward.) I knew i would get nightmares afterward. But since I already saw what was going on, I figured doing something about it would be better than just staring in horror at someone else’s screen.

I did get nightmares. Haha. I envisioned how I would defend myself if i ran into a zombie on the way to my room from the bathroom, or from our gate to the house, and held out my balisong (Yeah how cliche a Batanguena with a balisong) each time. I knew right then I had to finish this game to have closure over the thing and not have visions of my character’s dead body with the screen flashing “You are dead” on the screen. It has become an obsession really, that even if i know I’m gonna have a hard time sleeping at night with the witch crying in the background in my head.

But I suck at it to be honest. My hand eye coordination is nothing to be proud of, and I have no strategy. I pick the guns with the most ammo that can be carried, and I’m too slow to help anyone confined by Hunters or Jockeys. But hey if i have a chainsaw I’ll be the first one to chase after a tank, just coz I like seeing them die. This isn’t the best idea but it just feels so exhilirating to kill that huge thing. And when we play versus and I’m one of those infected thingies, I get killed first. I may not be the greatest player, but I’m one of the most enthusiastic.

I have to get this outta my system, it’s making me nuts. But hey, at least I know what to do in a zombie apocalypse. Stay the frak away from the friking witch.

So I turned (gasp i can’t even say it) 20something last Tuesday and it was a blast.

The past few days were a blast.

I was actually dreading turning almost mid-20s but hey it was low-key and definitely emotionally filling. I just wanted to hug everyone around me.

Thanks you guys. *BIG HUG*

So I suck at telling jokes, but this looks like a successful one.

Just coz I like pictures of happiness and this looks like a perfect one even if it is blurry in a lot of places.

Happy long weekend everyone!

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?