Behind my school, there is a row of food places. Within that place, there are at least two coffee places, one of which is a Starbucks. Please join me in rejoicing for finding new ways to spend money on my caffiene addiction. Although to be honest, Starbucks kinda sucks and has a name and logo that makes absolutely no sense at all.

Unless.. Starbucks was founded by Captain Starbucks, the worlds foremost coffee transportation sea captain who was saved from drowning by a sea maiden when his coffee bearing frigate, the SS Decaf capsized. The sea maiden then foretold of a chain of coffee places with her face on it. That attention loving wench.

I think I'm just as bad as smokers now. I'm addicted to caffeine kinda bad. Outside my school, the smokers sit outside smoking. I sit with a cup of coffee. And it's not even the good kind of coffee. Buy cheap for the hit :/ Ah well, whatever.

Yesterday there was an earthquake here. I was doing my homework in the living room when I started wondering why I was having this really bad dizzy spell. Then I realized that the ground was shaking back and forth. It wasn't a very shaky earthquake. It was more like a very insistent rocking back and forth. Strange enough to say, it was an enjoyable experience, much like that first blackout. It's something you'll never experience back in Singapore.

Ironically enough, I had discovery channel on the television and the show that was on was about great earthquakes.

October 1 has passed with nary a rant about it from me. What was october 1? It marked my half a year here, 6 months away from the life and friends I had built up in Singapore.

I am still wondering where home is. I remember years ago, during Singapores National Day, the newspaper had this article on a Filipino family that had lived in Singapore long enough that they considered it their home. I had always imagined my life would be something like that. That I would consider Singapore my home. I had imagined that I would go through that rite of passage that every Singaporean male would go through, NS. I had imagined finding someone I love in Singapore.

Now I can't go back. I've spent most of my life in Singapore, I've grown to love it. Yet I cannot truly return. When I left Singapore, I was already supposed to be enlisted into NS. Only my educational deferrment was keeping me out of NS. Leaving Singapore is seen as not fulfilling that obligation/duty/whatever. It makes me invalid for any permits into Singapore. Maybe I can visit it, but It's just not the same.

So now, if I can't go back, where is home?

I had this thought today. You're thought processes are dictated by the language in which you think. I don't think in tagalog, heck I can't think in tagalog. Am I less filipino because of it?

Is home where your family is? In Singapore, the only family I had is my immediate family and an aunt. My friends would go and see their aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. I sometimes felt left out. Here in the Philippines, I get to see them. It's a great feeling. Theres something different about family I guess.

And if any of my SG friends are reading this, Tom, Delon, Heng Boon, Edison, Justin. You guys are like the brothers I never had.

P.S: C8H10N4O2 = chemical formula of caffeine