Took a day off from school again this week. Just wanted to stay home and do my own business. However, lately school has been pretty good. Projects are making people moody and tired. Which I dislike. I am both excited and afraid about it. There's still tons to be done and we are less than a month away. Cross-fingers that things are going to be all good when the day comes. Check-list, a few ticks and many boxes are still left emptied. The next few weeks will definitely be crucial. Got to start getting committed. But, I like! MTV, The Phone is awesome. ANTM Cycle 12 is equally good. Though the one I rooted for did not win in the end. Damn upsetting. 

Those who I have linked, if you dislike your photo up there. Please tell me. Don't kill me straight away. Except Nana. I like yours. So thanks. (God knows why I do this to her always)

What is a home? Nothing but a bunch of walls. A roof and some rooms. Nothing more than a building. Something to keep the rain out. What is a home? Nothing but a bunch of furniture. A front door and some accesories. Nothing more than a place to live. Somewhere to rest your head. What is a home? Or what makes a house a home? It's not the walls or the roof. It's not the rooms or the furniture. It's not even the accesories or the paint. What is a home? Home is where your family is. Home is where your friends are. Home is where your heart is and this this is my home. A home is not where you live. It's not your house. Home is much more than that. A home is where you feel safe. It's where you want to be. It's a place where you can just be yourself. If you can be yourself. Feel safe and love being there. That is your true home. 

Weirdly. Sometimes I wonder if my house is my home. Cause I feel like my room is where that makes me feel safe. Maybe my room is my home. What about the living room? What about the kitchen? What about everything else other than my room? To me, they're just objects. Nothing more. Family? It's a tough topic to talk about. As I grow older, the distance gets wider. I enjoy freedom. I love my parents but I can never kiss them before I head to bed. I can never bring myself to even hug them. Wishing it was back to when I was just a little girl. But things change. We live with it, but deep down inside I love them all as much. And maybe someday, my home will be beyond my room. For today, my room is where I belong.