Dad said this one is a ten millimeeter wrench. I keep saying ten millimeter because it sounds funny. I dropped it two times because it is heavy.

There was a cat sleeping under the motorcycle. Dad said not to scare it because maybe this is its home now. I gave it fish. Mom said I smell like gasoline again.

I don't think gasoline smells bad.

I fell today.

Not very cool.

I forgot gravel moves.

Dad didn't yell. He picked the bike up before me because he said, "The bike won't tell me if it's hurt."

Then he helped me stand up and told me every rider drops a motorcycle eventually. Mom was much angrier than both of us.

I still want to ride again tomorrow.

Mom left again this morning.

She always says she'll be back before I know it.

I don't think time works like that.

She gave me another notebook before boarding. She keeps buying me notebooks even though I never finish the old ones.

I wonder if she notices they're all stacked on my shelf.

Everyone keeps assuming I'll inherit the garage.

I probably could.

I like fixing motorcycles.

But today I helped a volunteer rescue a dog that had been hit by a jeepney. We stayed with him until the veterinarian arrived.

Machines don't feel pain.

Animals do.

I think I know what I want now.

The coat still feels too clean.

Everyone looked nervous during introductions. I don't think any of us wanted to admit we were scared.

I parked beside three motorcycles that looked older than me.

Campus feels quieter than Manila.

I think I'm going to like it here.