Several things ya might not know...

I have no idea what home means to everyone. To me, it means shelter and everything that reminds me of warmth and loving. Frustration and unhappiness deters me from coming home. Reason is simple, I dun wan da only place that is woes-free to be polluted with ma troubled mind. Home will then become da same place like anywhere else at da end of da day. Today, something strucked me and I have no wish to mention further. Despite the point I made earlier, I yearn for home very badly. Comin back to the familiar place where no emotional luggages would be. I yearn for ma mum's cheerful smile as she greets me whenever im home. Ma mind was brightened up for a moment. Instead of warm ambience in da house, air of emptiness filled da whole house when I got home. Ha.. I then laugh at ma own folly.