Missing Zamboanga

I guess it's been quite a while since I visited this blog, for reasons such as 1. I have been too busy finding some legit job, 2. I was away and 3. I am not in Zamboanga anymore, are cruel necessities I am now considering.
Truth be told, I kinda miss my college place, Asia's Latin City. And as I reminisce the days gone by (I'm actually in a room full of novice guys, still sleepy but ready for the first day-training), my head is in a state of frantic, over decisions which could better my life, or worse, dampen into bits. As far as I know, life decisions should be made in the bathroom, or in long drives, or while making out (just kidding), and not during the first day of work training.
So, yeah, Zamboanga City is the place of reminiscent. I'm missing my friends. I'm missing my classmates and my terror teachers and my co-writers and my boardmates and the gunfire and the bombing and the 40 degrees ten-o'clock field OJT.
To generalize my obscure thoughts to one, having to stay in one place for a long time and eventually leaving out, is as hard as having to shit with an empty stomach. And here in this new place, where 2 months is not quite enough to adapt, things get a little rough sometimes (e.g. homesickness.)
I'll be checking on you, guys, soon. Till then. Vaya con Dios