Don't you even try and explain how it's so different when we kiss

 wearing Forever 21 dress, trusty Zara heels & drunken smile

I know what it must look like but I promise I havent been partying that much... okay I take it back but there isnt much else to do here. Manila has proven itself to be some kind of concrete cage for an island baby like me. My last trip to the island didnt really knock my socks off but thats understandable considering that all the European party-heads hadnt found their way back yet. Now I can feel my hands itching for what I call "ADVEEEENTUUURE" and my mind is spinning wildly with the announced arrival dates of the kite-brigade. 

I have been obsessing with how I might be able to get my life under control, and finally become a "grown-up" as I was told the world is expecting of me. This mystery of how to evolve into something so unfamiliar in my book has become the bane of my young existence.. and months later I have decided to dust myself off, flip up my middle finger and just be who I know myself to be. Maybe I am one of those who will one day be devoured by her sheer refusal to live in the so-called "real" world. Maybe I will regret running barefoot for most of my adult life and laughing at expectations and paying the world in hugs and smiles. But right now, maybe just today, or maybe for the rest of my life, I'd like to think I don't care. For as long as I can wear flowers in my hair and dance in the rain..