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. )

Zoom in, focus first.

Is it the same close up?

Are you?

Too often we’re different in high resolution.

Those who know us the best know all the flaws, the scars.

Yet they love you enough to stay.

Aren’t we lucky to find those that’d stay.

So count your blessings.

I certainly am thanking God for mine.

Sweet wine oh hello thar.

I am not much of a drinker as you might guess (Although don’t tell my dad he was so proud when I could drink lots and lots and lots without feeling it). I can give up alcohol in a snap. I am actually in one of those phases that the taste of alcohol gives me the willies right now.

But this, the sweet wine from Bellini’s, man.

I can’t give it up.

I keep thinking of just dropping by Cubao X to pick up a bottle and drink it while watching a movie. How grown up would that be? Though it’s not one of those wines that have been aged in oak barrels and have to be sloshed to be appreciated well.

I still remember having a glass of it over lunch and feeling like a total adult.

Tell me to give up beer, vodka, brandy, or whatnot, I won’t blink, but this I’d have to think about. Very carefully.

Now would you look at that.  Serene. Beautiful. Natural.

Now that is my kind of beach. And it only took

1 hour plane ride
45 minute van ride to port
2 hour boat ride
30 minute van ride to resort
5 minute speedboat

–to get there.

Totally worth the almost seasickness.

Totally worth the expenses.

And on our first trip of the year too.

Somehow, summer started off right.

My friends and I are off to the beach!

So yeah, I am not the type of person who celebrates the “holiday”, but  I will meet you guys halfway.
Here is Bruh, my bear saying “I love you” in Chinese.  My way of posting something for both the cynics and the believers.

Since the 14th marks the Chinese New Year as well haha.

<3 Jods

And so it goes. The first month of 2010 went by in a snap. I feel like I haven’t even gotten my head around the fact that it’s a whole new decade (Also, I keep writing 2009 on notes and other forms) and it’s February. (How do I know that it’s February? Why by the abundance of hearts and roses around every establishment of course. Bleagh.)

Feels weird. It feels new.  I feel crazier. I feel angrier. Braver. And I’m the happiest I’ve been in since I can remember.  It’s a whole new me (Cue Aladdin music) and I’m amazed that it took a change of date, determination to make this year better than the last, and probably other people’s perspective weighing in to make this change happen.

I’m probably bigger than I was a month ago, but I’ve stopped caring about trying to fit in the whole ideal and now, I’m exercising for my health. (Well, does once count? If I was wheezing through a round at UP? I’m going back I promise and not just to go to Mang Larry)

I have plans now if you can believe it. I can’t. This person who always flies by the seat of their pants, now has lists of what she needs to accomplish, what she wants done. And is determined to cross off everything on there. I’m the girl with the plan now and I’m sure that I’ll get all those things crossed off by December.

January, you’re a 10.

Drugs don’t have anything on the madness that is falling in love. It burns it chills it inflames. It is addictive, obsessive, consuming to the very last atom of your soul.

It drives people to hate to kill. It brings you to tears, to laughter, gives you a reason to live, it makes you want to die.

It is my worst addiction.

It drives me to change, to transform into what I think my love will like. It also makes me want to be my own person, the most stubborn individual on a lost point, fighting to the bitter end to keep what I think is my true self.

It makes me want to make dreams come true. Gives me the drive to bring them what they never thought possible to obtain. It also makes me complacent in the fact that there is no material thing that’d make up for being there.

I’ve yet to find a balance that is for this world, this plane, this dimension, would deem normal/allright/sane. This extremity of feeling and the actions that go along with it, borders on mental. It’d be like carrying on with a gorilla being fed with processed sugar. There is no middle. Way up high, or found down low.

It scares me to hell that I’m this way.

At the same time I can’t wait to crash and burn.

The UP Carillon when they used to light it up. I’ve never heard the bells tolling and now they don’t light it up anymore (or they do I just haven’t seen it lately).

Now all we need is a lighthouse to show us the way home.

Hi I’m Jody and I’ve been waking up with a hangover for the past weekend. No accidents, no hydralisk moves, but headaches and that general feeling of ickiness.

Not that the inumans weren’t worth the headaches, they are, but I am not one to drink to the point of tipsy and definitely not someone who’ll drink until they get sick. I go to these things for the conversation, sometimes the food, and if  there’s videoke, I’m there like underwear.

Though this girl will stay alcohol free for a while.

I’m game for night outs, but leave me to my coke okay?

This is the word on top of my computer right now.

It’s the cheese but hey, it can’t hurt to get that vibe right?

The ring I threw in, coz it reminds me of that feeling when I wear it.

2010 is our year.