pieces back to pieces

tomorrow i finally get to lounge at the beach and not hear anymore car horns at 3am. or the fact that theres a club at the street right behind my parent's condo so pumping music til 6am. Oh wow, it's really nice to be back.

A lot of people have asked me what's it like being back? Well it has its pros and cons.
Living in the U.S gave me more freedom in a sense that I had my own place, had my own schedule, could go anywhere without really asking for permission, no curfew, and the list goes on.
Here in Manila, it will always be home. Even if you have to rely on your parents so much (kinda gross), Sunday family dinners are always nice, or crash your best friends family dinner also is equally sweet. The idea of family here is overwhelming. It is to some sense heart warming.

My schedule these days include, calling for follow ups of the products of my destruction, such as the car, the phone, renewing the bank account, renewing this and that. It seems pretty idle and unproductive. But stepping up will come in a week. I've been giving the one month ultimatum of just "doing" nothing. All seems well then, outlines have been set up and plans for travel and plans for other things are definitely in the works. Kind of excited for February 12 to come. I'll be back to the productive ropes.

Oh yeah one best gift returning home, the yells and the hugs from friends (also the massive amounts of all kinds of drinks heading your way - at first its nice then later its a bit too obnoxious!)

At dawn I journey to a beach that shall be with 17 girls and exactly 6 guys. For once the girls over power the boys. Oh yeah.

oh dear...

so... when you're trying to be such a good shot to your parents, make ends meet with your friends, roll with the car your parents gave you for your birthday (when you were 20) then kind of crash it... you obviously dont know where you went wrong minus the crashing part.. so i'm basically having a minor heart attack.. car is crashed. oh dear.

aaaaand i'm back

Manila Manila.. Manila Manila. Oh Manila.
Back to the lights, the chaos, the beeps, the glees.
It's good to be back home. The heat just hits you the moment you step out of the plane. Which reminds me, my plane ride was horrific. Absolutely horrific. The dude who was beside me... took of his shoes.. his feet.. were on display the whole 15 hours. Not the most friendly ride ever to Hongkong. Which by the time I had gotten there was too late for me to leave the airport since my flight was delayed for 2 hours. I merely had a good hour and a half to linger around in H.K.

The moment I had gotten "home" I knew I was in for another ride. Some things had changed, but what has changed grately is the way I see things now. It's not merely a "oh look the sky" its more of "OMFG look at the sky". I dont know but it seems like home but I just see it differently now. Things started to clear up I guess it happens when you're gone for 365 days.

I will miss the "quite quiet" (*ahem ahem*) life in Madison. The ability to just walk a couple of blocks and bother people or during my last month, turn around and bother Jenna the Jeneral. I will miss the massive mock whinings the guys would do of me. (I don't whine! maybe.. but still! I refuse to give in) Or walk down and just hang with the girls and watch T.V. - Fewd and Whine or even Bad girls (? Did I get that right?) Oh I'll miss random voicemails too.. So many things I miss already.

Well it's time for me to get my "life" in order here, phone, bank account, resume out the door, and the list goes on.

and so it is done..

i leave the U.S. in t minus 40 hours to go back "home"