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Looking back ten years ago, I did not even dream of driving an automobile. I rode jeepneys. That's all I want to remember now. But other than remembering all the jeepneys I rode, comes other memories. All I could afford then was to ride jeepneys.


There were no shows then. I was a single parent struggling to raise two daughters and living in a room of an apartment rented and occupied by my sister and family. Even if I was paying 90% of the rent, I felt I was at the mercy of my sister and her family because they were doing me a favor by letting my daughters and me occupy the room.


I rode jeepneys most of my waking hours. I did not feel sorry for myself then for just being able to ride jeepneys. I had a job and I was estranged from the jerk that I married and he was not around take my salary to gamble or buy meth or liquor. I redeemed myself from the jerk on November 5, 2000.


I met my 3n1 on December 23, 2002. Three in one would be father, lover and friend. The first email exchange was unpretentious. I was at my ascetic best.

"Sugar catches more flies than vinegar."

Everyday, I thank my Babe for bringing me to America. Life is wonderful.


I am practically an American now. I could still vividly remember the times when all I could ride are jeepneys.


The Auto show is the fun side of being in America. It's fun to ride along.

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