If I were at home I only have to turn my head for my hair to whip someone.
There is always someone to talk to and share jokes with at home and even when they are all asleep there is the always dependable TV to entertain me.

Here I am alone in my room in hall with my laptop where it is supposedly conducive to studying but it is also a freakily lonely place.
Even as msn conversations are blinking away on my desktop nothing can mask this shroud of desolation.

I used to have this same nightmare about my house catching fire when I was a kid and it aroused the worst fears for me.
This damned blazing fire didn't ever happen in the dream.
The scary part which stressed me out was who was going to save us all.
It was the point in time in my childhood when I suddenly realized that our parents are not indestructible and they are mere mortals.
When that dawned upon me I was overcomed by fear because there was no one to depend on if a fire were to happen; my dad could not possibly save all 10 of us and our cosy home.
That period, together with the nightmare, I grew up learning that my parents could not protect me forever.
I learnt that one day I would have to work and support myself.
I learnt that I had to handle problems myself.

This feeling of being entrusted upon responsibilities is scary, it is called growing up.

I'm feeling cold.

[not saying that i am very grown up la..]

♥Bid Farewell