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Familiarity breeds indifference. 

Changing

THERE WILL always be lonely in change.

Change is memory you get from old quizzes, informal themes, and love letters stocked inside a long-ago box. It is your old home, the one you no longer live, but still remember every inch of its space - the wooded floor, the dilapidated kitchen ware, the number of gaping holes in your former room. It is your old beloved pair of leather shoes you wore in your JS Prom, the one you no longer wear, but remember how it felt when your feet were still inside of it.

I remember my last day in high school, we were passing folders where we could write farewell letters to each and everyone. One female classmate wrote me a long one with a last note that says: Don't you dare forget me. Love lots, J.

We met again four years past inside a cab. We were exchanging glances, wondering if we're going to greet or pretend we didn't know each other. I had forgotten her name. I moved out of the cab not greeting her. That was the last time I saw her.

I wonder if the faces I constantly meet today I'd forget their names in the future. Because things change, people change.

Bohol: Hit and miss. Hoping I’ll hit it this time!

LAST MONTH, I had Siquijor.

This weekend I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that fate and my mates will take me to the island of Bohol. Yes, Bohol. The destination I've been salivating over since the word adventure places a special part of my life's goal.

I remember two years ago, me and my officemates carefully planned out our two-day adventure in the island. And you know what they say about adventures, the more you planned it out, the more it won't ever happen. Following this jinx, it never did. A lot of things happened and our original plan just went into thin air. 

I remember also how my friends went to Bohol without me, all because I was in Cagayan de Oro at that time. Apparently they planned the whole thing in spur-of-the-moment fashion.

And lastly I remember how I was giddy with excitement the start of this semester in school. I was about to travel Bohol (at long last) because of our thesis. Our study was supposed to be conducted at the Divine Word College, when, out of the blue, the university president disapproved of the whole thing.

So there. I'd been to Manila, Baguio, Tagaytay, Subic, Siquijor, and Negros this year, but that piece of island always escapes me.

This weekend, my friend Jordan will be tying the knot, and he expects us to be there. But I'm moolah-less. As always. 

Bohol, bohol when will I have you? Would the fate be kinder this time to let me have you?

Blog-Nomad

I'm a blog nomad. I literally move from one blog to another. Currently, I maintain four blogs around the blogosphere. Five, when you count this new one. 

Why the bother? I dunno. All I know I love to write. Whether it's on paper, blog, or sand, I will still write no matter what.