there's something comforting about it

its not that great to hang around a big place full of faces you hardly even talk to anymore. its how it was during the philippines independence day. i wandered in and out of crowds, hoping that somewhere, i'd be able to find the comfort of.. home.

its where i started and where i ended up.

i was suppose to be at veteran's park 7am-ish. then i decided to ditch it and just go around 9:30ish. then i took too long getting ready here at home and i got there at 10ish. either way, it all worked out for the best because i realized how much i miss being home.

i got back at around 1:30ish [sorry i missed your game, tj..] and my mom asked me, or actually, demanded me to clean my room. i dunno.. there was just something comforting about either being home, being bossed around and actually being willing to do it, and being with family. looking back on little scraps of papers and organizing the old-mixed-cds i have made me realize how i just throw my things around because i have no time to fix it.. because i'm hardly ever home..

being home on a saturday is pretty cool. i got to sing kareoke with my dad. my brother and i.. argued? [haha! not much of a change there.. but i guess this time it was sarcastic and playfully? hahaha!] my mom and i got L&Ls and watched the filipino movies we rented. =)

if my sister were home.. i wouldnt know what would happen. haha. but i bet it'd be cool. along with my mom, we'd probably end up shopping for a father's day gift and end up shopping for ourselves.. haha.

i dunno what else to say, really. yes, a part of me wishes i could've went to the st. cyprian celebration. yes, a part of me wanted to stay at vets longer. yes, a part of me wanted to be out. but i know in the end, nothing would've beat what i've experenced tonight.

thank you, Lord...