Monday, December 22, 2008
I miss the sounds back at home. The well ventilated house, the warm gentle wind and crystal clear windchimes ringing with the wind. The noisy parrot from the other block is so noisy. The kids playing at the playground downstairs.Many of those I know are enjoying their life here now. They are enjoying the freedom, and it was a short escape from everything at home. Escape? I for one can't wait to go back. Back to those who love me. Back to my comfort place. My alternatives.It's a pleasure talking to my dearest friend. You understand me and you care. You tell me off when you feel that I'm doing stupid things, and you question what I say when everything sounds like it's stupid. Only you know what is happening from the start to end. And because you've been through all this with me, everything you say becomes a confirmation to me. The boy have seen it and been through it with me. You've heard it and been through it with me as well. My mind tells me what is the next step i should take but I can't seem to do it. The boy tells me what my mind told me. And you my dearest friend tells me what the boy tells me. All these really mean a lot to me. But whatever all of you can do is only to tell me what to do, what is most important is for me to really do it myself.It's been a few months already. And thank god I did become a stronger girl. And I'll continue to work hard on it.
oinked on 12:08 PM