rollerblading

i went rollerblading with keron today..weird huh?i mean..who rollerblades anymore?we did..haha..

huffed and puffed up the treacherous hills and rolling down with maximum speed..with me fearing id fall flat on my face if i trip over a pebble or sumthing..

while i was pretty sure i was burning calories, a satria pulled over and a guy said hi. at first glance he looked okay..but the second time he came..the third..man...i wished i could just blade straight down to the drain if i have to get rid of this annoying freaky guys..keron was already spooked out by the freaky bunch.

nevertheless...aside from the kekacauan...the feeling of being able to reach out to some of your growing up moments was incredible.it seemed like it was only yesterday adli puts on his old blades held together by strings of tali rafia..god knows he is bloody rich..but i dont even know why he insisted wearing the dilapitated object.keron and i made a pact to go professional blading after we finished pmr.we never did.if we did..i wouldnt be shaking and throbbing during the tortured periods of blading this evening.

well..adli is in russia now.and kerons blades are now full of rat`s poo.im still shaky when blading and the ramp adli and baz built are long gone.

but the memories of me carrying my blades to meatpackers(where we used to blade), the guys trying to jump over the rubbish bin, and keron and i blading every evening will always be fresh in my head.