home
i miss home more than ever. i ache for the seamless familiarity and depth it brings. eight months of not riding a jeepney can really bore a hole to a person's soul =)... i miss home...i miss my angels... i miss the simplicity of life... i miss playing frisbee out in the streets with manong pedikab driver tooting his horn as he passes by carrying a family of four. i miss manong magtataho. i always look forward to his melodic voice on saturday mornings as he shouts at the top of his lungs, "taaahoooooooo!!!" then, my angels and i will come darting toward the door carrying our mugs as we paint a big wide grin in our faces to welcome his coming. i miss rummaging vintage clothes in ukay-ukay digs. i miss SM more than ever. i miss jollibee. i miss gazing at the majestic view of mt. apo every morning. i miss davao. i miss my nanay and tatay. i miss zaila. i hope that the knowledge of having a greater purpose to serve in a foreign land (at the same time serve my country) will be enough to suffice what i am missing in my life and will give me strength in spirit to continue...
everyday could be the first day of everything,