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Journal 1

June 18, 2013
Tuesday
13:47
Calamba

I don't know where I am going.
I decided to stay but my mind keep on saying to go away.
See the place where my happiness dwells.
And so I did.
I travel under the heavy rain and scattered fogs.
Under the roof of a small vehicle with a maniac.
A long drive indeed.
During this boredom, I am trying to think of beautiful memories we had shared together.
I missed it.
I missed you... that's why I'm here, in a loving memory of Calamba.
I know that I am the only one who remembers... that's why I am here with the reason of hoping to see you,
  under the foot bridge, behind the racing cars, or even in the mist of the fog.
I waited for the rain to stop while sipping my cold coffee inside the cheap fast food chain.
This is the end.
I will return home.
But I am confused.
I don't know where my home is... because here...
  it felt like a long lost sanctuary .
But I will do what is best.
That is to go back.
I have to go back leaving a promise that I will always search for you.

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