Suicidal Foot 4.0 - Hell Break
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Sunday, September 12, 2010 @ 11:38:00 PM
homesick.

Since I'm all alone in my dorm room, Chan's sick so she went home, my late catch of homesickness is at its best. I don't just miss Vigan, and our house, and the comfy beds, and the food. I miss the me walking around Vigan, procrastinating at home, reading a book laying on anybody's bed, eating my heart out. I miss taking my jacket to school to keep warm in the morning but using it as a make-shift umbrella when going to the canteen. I miss wearing my pinya, shades and bangles on, despite my pambahay. I miss watching Phineas and Ferb. Seriously, that's so gay, but, I miss that show. I miss cursing every time I wake up because of the piano playing next door. I miss sitting on the mirror and just looking straight into my eyes and going gay for myself. I miss buying a coke float from McDonalds then going to Jollibee to have some lunch. I miss tormenting the kitties when I give them a bath. I miss eating Eigie's cooking. I miss Ivy and Butter Bear. I miss Empanada, Longganisa, Pinakbet, Bagnet, Ice Cream (y'know, lotsovit, makes you crazy), and Igado.

I'm not liking it here anymore. :/

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