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Seeing how I'm no longer on the island, at least for the moment, I've decided to make a little change around here. Instead of talking about my experiences on the island (How can I do that when I'm not there, anyway? )Kuya Boy is going to give you a first hand account of what's life like in America from the perspective of some one who's visiting here for the first time of course.

So until further notice ladies and gents here's Kuya boy.

Time to go home...

Well, this looks to be my last post from the island... for now at least. I got two more days left actually but I'll be spending them in Manila (the real Sin City) before I head off... I don' have much else to really say except, I want to go home. So for now, so long.

Home by Michael Buble

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I'm fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home