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Orange Car

I was 16 when I learned how to drive a car, it's a stick. A manual stick. It was my dad's race car. I remember it was an old Celica in light blue. The sound of the engine excites me and the way it speeds thru Edsa was a delight to recall. few years later we lost the car and then I lost Dad.  I lost my father when I was about to turn 21 or 22. Enlarged heart and other complication was the reason he's no longer with us. I still kept driving even when we lost the car. Friends would ask me to drive for them. I had a friend that I had to drive from QC to Isabela province. Let me tell you one thing though.. I don't have a Driver's License. You heard me!  For all those years that I have been driving around Quezon city and Manila, not once I had a license with me. I never applied for one. Mainly because before I can get away with it. All I had to do is to call my dad if I got stopped due to traffic violation. It was easy before.  And now that I'm at the point of my life

Starting Over

 I used to gave a blog before, like way before. I think some good 10 years ago, I used to write things about my life story. Serious and petty stuff, all I can think of - I blog it. Until I felt tired of writing them, writing my stories. I mean my point of blogging then was to vent out and just put all my frustrations into the void.  The World Wide Web can provide that. The Void. And then I stopped. For some reason blogging became tiring and sad at one point. Imagine documenting the things that happened to you on a particular Sunday night, an argument you had with a friend one Friday morning or how fun it was trying the new buffet restaurant 10 minutes away from my house that weekend. But in reality, in those years that I have been blogging I realized that all I've been meaning to say, is I am not happy. I seriously am not. I am grateful.. Thankful actually. To God for keeping my family and friends healthy, for being able to work and provide for my family. Not all has the chance to