But then again...

This past week has been extremely hectic. With classes on the way, things seem to be moving rather quickly. Its been assignments, deadlines, bills and neccessities the whole time. I miss my babies. Oh. My poor poor babies. I've been so busy, i haven't been spending much time with them. SIGH.

I've been missing home terribly.

I miss the folks.

I miss the good food.

I miss the love.

And the thing i miss the most is the smell of my dad's 'sarong' which he wears to sleep every night.

But the weird thing is, i've been away from home for almost four years now. I'm used to the lonely days and nights. Used to instant noodles at the middle of the night. Used to the silence.

Sometimes, i feel like a 30 year-old. Like i have to bear the responsilities of the whole world on my shoulders. So much to do, so much to say, so much to give.

But so little time.

I miss being a little girl. Carefree and innocent.

Running to my father when i feel sad, and he makes all the sadness disappear with just a few consoling words.

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm ALWAYS here."

But then again...