Thursday, April 28, 2011

18 hours, going 20

By this time tomorrow, i'll be on a plane. A nine hour trip to nowhere in particular. It's just another place wherein I won't understand a word they say. Fancy french doesn't quite tickle me pink. I will be missing people, mind you. What i'm not so certain about is who i'm actually gonna miss. I guess i'll find that out sooner or later. It's a good point to ponder while i'm away for a month, gallivanting on the shores of a remote island in Africa. I'm looking forward to both a lot of travelling a lot of thinking, and I will be subject to the alien matter called "feelings". Hm. We'll see about that..

I'm staying at a cousin's house in Alabang, and well, it's pretty huge. A lot of rooms, a pool, half a dozen cars, and a really cute dog (that loves me, of course). It's quite sad how the biggest homes have the most distant families, eh? No matter how huge this house is, it's still, well... not right. Well, I love the room i'm staying in, that's fosho, but still... It's a little bothering. Well anyway, i'll be here 18 hours the most, so I guess i'll be heading downstairs to play with the dog. :)

No comments:

yellowed with age

Followers