Thursday, September 11, 2008

running home

You know you're homesick when you're listening to Christmas songs in early September, and you get sentimental when the sad ones start to play.
Or when you start yearning for the rain to come, when you cursed it as it left you stranded so many times before today.


You know you're homesick when you dream about going to the beach every so often, that you feel like you're already starting to get a tan.
Or when you stir up an appetite when you think of different kinds of foodstuff, like fishballs & kikiam, dinuguan & puto, and banana-q & ginataan.


You know you're homesick when you smile at all the seemingly familiar faces you pass, hoping they would smile back at their kabayan in return.
Or when you realize that you want to go visit Ilocos, Iloilo and Zamboanga, and finally understand Ilokano, Ilonggo and Chabacano or at least try to learn.


You know you're homesick when you think about how your pet dog seemed so sad when you left, and you wonder if and hope she'll still be there when you get back.
Or when you sing one of your favorite songs with all your heart, and suddenly find halfway through that your voice is starting to crack.


You know you're homesick when you buy every other product that comes from home, even those that you didn't even bother to notice before.
Or when you talk with your brother in Austria longer than you ever used to, and find that you still want to talk to him some more.


You know you're homesick when you think about going out with your new friends, and imagine where you would go if you were back home with them instead.
Or when you can hear your dad telling you to do your chores, to study hard and all the other things you used to ignore that he said.


You know you're homesick when you hoard a few dozen bottles of SMB, even though they would cost you more than thrice as much as they do back home.
Or when you imagine that your mom is there in the morning telling you to wake up, even though when you open your eyes you're all alone.


You know you're homesick when you count down the days 'til you come back home, and plan any and every last little thing that you want to do.
And then you find that the only reason why all of this missing home stuff really matters, is because you have that someone that you've always been wanting to go home to...

Friday, August 29, 2008

the way things are...

There are some things in life,

that I just can't do without,

like a glass of apple juice, a good book,

and the right to be able to freak out.

There are some things in life,

that I'm always bound to miss,

like days at the beach, my pet dog,

or a really passionate kiss.

There are some things in life,

that I'm sure to want more of,

like good friends, better times,

and a love I'll be able to show off.

There are some things in life,

that I always want to do properly,

like driving a car, doing my job,

or looking out for somebody.

There are some things in life,

of which I wouldn't want to let go,

like that last bit of change, my favorite shoes,

and those memories I'm holding onto quite dearly so.

There are some things in life,

that are just bound to happen,

like growing old, killer hangovers,

and falling for someone all over again.

There are some things in life,

that are just meant to make me smile,

like a silly love song, doing something good

and knowing I'll be seeing you in a while.

There are some things in life,

that I just can't explain,

like why dogs hate cats, the knicks suck,

and how you can sometimes drive me insane.

There are some things in life,

that I just can't understand,

like biochemistry, the appeal of chick flicks,

and why I'm happy when I hold your hand.

And there are some things in life,

about which there's nothing else that i can do,

like always being sleepy, sometimes missing home,

and the itty bitty fact that i like you...