Friday, June 8, 2012

Sometimes, I get homesick too.

I always complain about people, how I don't like them and how they are such undesirable creatures. But there are exemptions. I kind of miss some friends back home. Coming over to somebody's house, raiding their fridge, taking over their remote control, movie marathons and lazy afternoons; night drives - two on the passenger's seat, four on the back seat with any imaginable object that could help you fight the boredom; drinking on the rooftop of an old building when we're too broke to gas the car. I miss my granny too, and my mum, and my sisters, and my dad, and my brother. But let's be clear, I don't miss that place. I abhor that putrid town and the people who live there.

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