I can't wait.
Push the fast forward button so I can go home.
The feeling of longing is intoxicating.
I need to not be in my right mind so I can endure waiting a few more months.
Or else I would attempt to fly all the way to Manila.
Dubai has given me so much and I don't deny that.
But Manila is heaven. It is home.
Plus it's more fun to get drunk there.
I can crawl on the streets and not be arrested.
I can puke in the cab without fear of being called a slag. Which I am not.
When I go home I will drink and be merry.
And be very very drunk.