After more than a year of being in the passenger's seat, I finally got myself back behind the wheels when I came home for the Holidays and like clockwork, every shift and gear just came trickling out ala BORNE IDENTITY.
YES my non-driving friends, there is a clear and undeniably liberating feeling when you get to rev up a big Prado (oooh sounds like a male Prada) or any car for that matter to wherever destination your heart desires. So it's back to memory lane, and its finally comforting to know where the bottleneck streets, easier routes, the familiar short cuts to my hometown is, as opposed to Makati's confusing one-way systems. There is no place like home (because the beach is just 15 mins away).
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.Labels: driving, vacation |
Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
you are so right, da.
even though it's not as clean, not as trendy, not as sophisticated as manila, and even though it's sorely lacking in so many irritating ways, it's always a relief to be back home.
:)