Sep 28

Quezon City.

A land of toxic smog, unmerciful robbers, and of course, home. Even if its a piece of it. I really haven’t step inside ‘Home’, but I’m in the city since this afternoon.

I’m getting sick and tired of Los Banos. I needed this weekend, even if I have a lot of things to take care of. I needed this night, with friends, happy and drinking. I needed this night away from my Oz.

Of course, tomorrow, I return to my new prison. I need to finish some things I left behind. Then I need to face the next two weeks all by myself. No friends. No family. Just me, and my laptop.

But tonight, even if it is just a piece of home, I’m contented. Because tonight, I get to forget everything that is trying to kill me.