I remember these days, when we took a trip to Manila, and all I had to do was sit at the backseat, wear my shades on, hug my backpack, whine for food (haha), eat food, ask for air, listen to my music playlist and sleep. ohhh… long drives.

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About Me

This weirdo's one of those who dare to mention almost everything.a risk-taking workaholic, extreme, nocturnal, frugivorous vegetarian, feeding on sumptuous food from zero-calorie diet to over rated meals, loving nature while travelling, wearing a very big smile with 32 teeth coming out, admiring the rainbows and daring the seas, filling up blank coconut shells, barbarically hanging out with house-flies, not getting too fat or too skinny, plunging into sweet surrenders when tired, melee-massacring zombies with a samurai, investigating fishy craps, singing "Say" by John Mayer, strumming strings to override boredom, hitting snares to overcome fear, clicking notes to master music, climbing mountains to learn to fly, sliding for life, typing endless words, taking herbal medicines, bathing under the rain, getting terrible colds, taking three-minute naps, while being careful, clumsy, kind, proactive, rude patient, adorable, crappy, crafty, creative, simply appreciating guilt as a form of conscience, hunting down corrupt government officials, while scribbling pen to ink-down countless letters, stimulating chats of sensual substance, and formulating rather drastic solutions to end up surviving beautifully an earthly life...
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