  I’ve just confirmed my suspicion many of the people who like the rav4 don’t know how to drive. Ha ha ha!!! I found its so funny that my office mate asked me why was I so amused. It was when I was driving my family to megamall and at 12 the traffic was so terrible. When we looked at the parking lot by the podium we couldn’t see any open space. Then my little sister saw the a rav 4, Gaspar saw it as well and pointed out how it occupied two spaces… I mentioned out loud that “people who like the rav4 don’t know how to drive” its funny cause I read this girls journal and she like the rav4… when she started driving.
Well, as a note to all those who might buy one remember that a rav4 is a bigger gas guzzler than a 2-door pajero. It costs me 100 pesos for 50 km on the pajero, where its 60km out of the city, you’ll get maybe 40km from the rav4.
It looks nice… but you all know the saying…”you cant tell a bo…” when I was younger I suffered a slight form of a slight split personality. I was talking to myself a lot and always had two distinct opinions about almost everything. They were so contradictory that I found myself in constant argument and began to see things in two different perspectives. There is a constant conversation going on in my head when certain ideas formed… different ideas and different methodologies came up. When I was young… I supposedly had eidetic memory… I was diagnosed this when my parents sent me to psychologist wondering why I failed in my subjects often… I guess perspectives gets screwed up if you remember two POV on everything you ever experienced. I don’t see my superior memory at work now… god knows I’d forget my pants if the breeze didn’t remind me I needed it.
I don’t remember when this episode of my life ended but I know when I dream… there are always different versions of me that fill the roles in the dreams. Some strong, others cowardly, others pathetic and some tragic. I had a dream when I was a priest. Could you believe that, me a priest:) I’m not even catholic. 
