I have twenty minutes left before going home.
I wish that this home that I am talking about is that 2-floored house and not a one-bedroom flat.
It doesn't really make a difference if I blog from my blogspot or post from my multiply, but since I replied to most people's replies to my post, Multiply is up and running at this part of the world.
I have a lot on my mind that I don't know where to begin with. Well, most of these things on my mind are just sentiments and nostalgic memories that make me miss all the people i love and even those I don't love.
I miss receiving messages from random people. That is one thing I took for granted back home. Those mass messaging that sometimes annoy me and just delete and ignore, I am now missing badly.
I know I'm gonna get in trouble if I say that I miss the taste of Marlboro and Dunhill, and the bad taste of vomit when I get overly drunk, but I do miss those things which are totally prohibited here, unless you have a liquor license and well the smoking thing is just a rule my dad made.
I miss going home late because here I never really get out of the house.
I miss school and all the stress, because I don't get stressed here.
I miss my mom's cooking, because I do all the cooking here.
I miss talking to people my age... it's hard to know what their age is here and most kids who play outside are little kids.
I miss laughing. Real good laugh over silly things that are not funny to other people listening to your group's discussions.
and lastly, I miss not sleeping. Because that's all I do here. Sleep.