when the star moves further and further

got up early this morning to catch the train...got all dressed up and left.....mum was driving n my smaller sis followed~ huhu~ so we reached the station n they were like many others there...parents sending children...friend bidding farewell...relatives wishing all the best and have a safe journey....at 9.40 ++ the train reached and we boarded...we reached kl about 2.15pm and from there i got a cab straight to my hostel....well that cab cost me RM13!!!! =.= anyway, i was glad to reach here....saw my friends and "HEY"!!!!!! haha~ so i unpacked, took my bath n started cleaning up my table..(2 weeks definately leaves u alot of "stuff" everywhere).....n slowly out of nowhere i felt this......


it was this very funny feeling. it was quite strange and rather peculiar. i thought of this very feeling. i sat and thought about it. thinking, i realised that i missed home. 8 hours ago, i woke up in my very home. feeling nothing, i was normal. packing up the last few things needed in the journey...and now i feel rather strange...


i feel empty.
nothing.
just me, my room, my stuffs, and of course my roommate.


however, having this thought of "is it really true that i miss home?" i thought of the 2 months i was here before this semester break. i was feeling just alright. i was feeling..me..i had never felt such.. emptiness.......


but now,i see the power of home. i respect its might. of course it does not mean that i have had disrespected or disowned that very home but it is just that i have come to a greater sense of it.  the home was the place u first learned your first words "mama" & "papa" . the home was the place u started crawling. its the home where you had your mother-child bath. the home was the place u actually stood up on your own feet n trotted slowly with your mother/father/guardian holding you hands. it is the home where you learned your own mother tongue. it is the home where you were taught how to ride the tricycle (the three-wheeled baby bicycle). the home was the place u first started your education...n the home was the place you was taught lessons in life...


for so much power and grace that this very brick structure has in all of us, why do we hear people saying 


"my home is a living hell"


"i hate going back home"

"whats so great about it!!"


if only they had sat back and thought of how is home spelled and of how has it brought us up..sheltering us from the scorching sun and the heavy downpours. but i believe that the more you actually hate your home, the closer you are to be left alone among the very stars in your life..and these stars only stand for four letters....

H.O.M.E.

*i feel much better now and i guess i'm off to update my facebook!!*  ^.^