First Four Days in Saudi: Gusto ko na bumalik
Well, I have just arrived here during the nineteenth of this month and *my God* I already want to go back. You can ask K-Ann of the matter (I took the trip of calling her for about three to four consecutive times when I was already in the airport): GUSTO KO NA BUMALIK [note: I was still in the airport when I told her this and I’ve repeated it every now and then; she might’ve noted about it].
True, I would have returned then and there, not minding about the ticket sponsored by the company my father worked in… well, it would have been that way, if it not a necessity for my passport be stamped with “Re-Entry” in order for my father to renew his iqama (Residential Certificate); and to be stamped by “Re-Entry” means to be here, in this hell for a world whose surrounding exists the stench that surpasses the ones used as scent by decomposing bodies *you know what I’m talking about –wink-*.
Well anyways, it was a chance meeting already for me to meet my classmate during high school, Mark Lester Lacanlale aka Blood Freak, and a former school mate, Sulpicio we call him, when I was about to check in my baggage, but it is not only that: when we were already in the boarding area, as I was buying myself a burger that would serve as my snack, Akie sprang out of nowhere. She was heading for Japan. What I could not about that moment also. Akie and I, coincidentally, wore red.
Anyways, at the plane, I dozed off for about three hours until I’ve noticed that the environs were a bit heavy. This would also serve as advice to those who dreams to ride a plane: when your sit is by the window and it is three chairs per row, do not take the middle sit. Your seatmates always have the tendency to fall to sleep with their heads resting on your shoulders; well, in my case, both of them. I just hope they did not drool.
Anyways, things are not going fine around here. There is nothing that I can do. Sheesh. One word, two syllables, seven letters: BOREDOM. Five activities build up the cycle: Sleeping, Eating, Grooming, Playing (PS2), Washing the dishes; all day long. God, its not even a week yet.
Well, at least, Final Fantasy XII and Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus stops that word from being absolute.
T_T. Waaaaah! I want to go home.
True, I would have returned then and there, not minding about the ticket sponsored by the company my father worked in… well, it would have been that way, if it not a necessity for my passport be stamped with “Re-Entry” in order for my father to renew his iqama (Residential Certificate); and to be stamped by “Re-Entry” means to be here, in this hell for a world whose surrounding exists the stench that surpasses the ones used as scent by decomposing bodies *you know what I’m talking about –wink-*.
Well anyways, it was a chance meeting already for me to meet my classmate during high school, Mark Lester Lacanlale aka Blood Freak, and a former school mate, Sulpicio we call him, when I was about to check in my baggage, but it is not only that: when we were already in the boarding area, as I was buying myself a burger that would serve as my snack, Akie sprang out of nowhere. She was heading for Japan. What I could not about that moment also. Akie and I, coincidentally, wore red.
Anyways, at the plane, I dozed off for about three hours until I’ve noticed that the environs were a bit heavy. This would also serve as advice to those who dreams to ride a plane: when your sit is by the window and it is three chairs per row, do not take the middle sit. Your seatmates always have the tendency to fall to sleep with their heads resting on your shoulders; well, in my case, both of them. I just hope they did not drool.
Anyways, things are not going fine around here. There is nothing that I can do. Sheesh. One word, two syllables, seven letters: BOREDOM. Five activities build up the cycle: Sleeping, Eating, Grooming, Playing (PS2), Washing the dishes; all day long. God, its not even a week yet.
Well, at least, Final Fantasy XII and Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus stops that word from being absolute.
T_T. Waaaaah! I want to go home.
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