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1963 BUICK SKYLARK So… I’ve been really eyeing vintage cars sold online. Not that I can afford, but it thrills me to know that there are still those old car models built at around the 50s or later that have been kept in the garage. Where else? Philippines ! (I am a huge HISTORY geek. Thanks to History channel for providing me interesting facts. I loved how time evolved, what happened back in the days and how come things are what they are now. Surely, it has a past, worth telling and knowing.) I am awed at old cars. I saw one in Fullerton hotel. I did not get the model but I think It’s probably built at around 1920s. super old. The ones that have spare tire at the back. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Beautiful! Perhaps… if I were 100x richer, I probably know what my hobby is. My friends would tell me I like boy stuffs, but really… it excites me more than makeup ands heels. Duh! Don’t get me wrong, I am not against these girly stuffs but I just don’t think it’s appr

Are you free on August 2014? I knew it! Friends… are tying knots. Of course, for the love of Hogwarts, I’d be there. I won’t miss a best friend’s wedding! Not when that someone you’ve known since you were both mud-bathed from playing high jump, tigso or Chinese garter. How time flies so fast, the last time I can vividly remember of having my best friends complete was when we were in Freshmen College . Young, eager and has the world within our reach. Almost ten years have passed, distance made an impact. News of engagements, wedding without further ado, pregnancy without much deliberation and yet, another wedding flash before my very eyes. I’m getting the hang of things. Facebook kept me updated with the latest relationship statuses. And at one point, I wondered, how come the only constant in this world is change and my relationship status? No, I’m not sour-graping, it’s just a thought that I’d love to have a solid answer with. As with regards to my bestfriends, I am

Travel more… Really, the one thing that makes me high, feeling like floating in a cloud nine is the act of travelling. It’s orgasmic to step into a new place for the sole purpose of exploring it and experiencing how life evolves around that certain place. Coming to Singapore , gives me the chance to go to more places than I did before. One, the money is quite well. Two, flights are connected in Singapore as a hub. Three, I can always go wherever I want without having to worry about my parents’ permission (not that I am dependent to their decision, but it matters that they agree) However, it’s a far cry from what I expected. One, I have limited leaves. Two, flights are super expensive and Three, I’d rather go home for a week than go elsewhere ‘cause homesickness get into my nerves. Sadly, I’ve more trips in a year back when I was in PH than I was here. And since I’ve come to a decision of putting everything in a halt, or perhaps, a pause… to figure out my real passion,

Perhaps the pain would still be there. Perhaps I need more time. Perhaps it slowly fades. Or perhaps it never happens. I tried my damn best not to dwell on your memories but the more I push myself in complete oblivion the finer the flashbacks become.  The sooner I forget, the happier I will be. But it’s too much. Too much to take all at once. The funny part is that, I feel pathetic trying to recount how many moments we’ve shared. I know that the likelihood of feeling stupid get me grinding. Seriously, we don’t have much memories. We never even had enough time to do activities together. We’re like burglars, trying to accomplish something in the dark yet, as foolish as it can be, we haven’t even stole any. Why am I feeling this way? Fretting over things, acting crazy and feeling damn ashamed to accept that “WE” has never been created, or let alone, pushed forward from the good start that I always thought was the one. Maybe because for the first time in years, I have neve