Come Back Home.

finally, i get to come home for a weekend. how was the journey you ask? it was pretty easy.

i had to take the BART to SFO. BART stands for Bay Area Rapid Transit. kinda like a subway. but not really.


the wait in sfo was so long. f*ck that "be at the airport 3 hours before your flight" rule.




the inside of a virgin america plane reminds me of a club or something.


i wanted to watch forgetting sarah marshall, but it was 7 bucks per movie. so i just stuck to my superbad movie on my ipod.


the flight was really short, i didnt even get half way through superbad. the wait for the baggage claim was retarded though. but whatever. im back.

its good to be home.

kikoliwag.