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Days ago, I was in deep grief over a major disappointment in my life. I discovered that some dreams just take to damn difficult to achieve. I was in bitter depression. But like scars that must fade, I must learn to forget some things that will only cause a deeper damage if we not choose to forget them. We cannot remain mourning over the same tragedies for they would only rot and grow toxic molds, we must move on to the next obstacle in life.

So now im back to my usual self. Me grinning on the wind as I ride, hanging on to the back rail of a jeepney. Me humming melodies of Smashing Pumpkins and Bjork as I skedaddle to the mall.

It is DINAGYANG Season once again. That means that the streets are filled with revelers and the city reeks in festive air.

Last night (friday), Nicolas had his birthday party at the back of Project XXA1. It was actually a chill-out party, where diverse friends attended. There's Donnie, Clemente, Chubby, and I, and some others (the 23 and up), there's DuhWain, Betch, and lots of others (the younger ones), there's Bobak and some other Iranian friends, there's the birthday boy and his sister Caroline, who are both Swiss, and there's Moses, whose a Nigerian. We all fun, ate a lot (there goes my diet!), and drank a lot too. It was a great party evening to celebrate the first day of the 3-day weekend Dinagyang celebration.