Do you sometimes feel the same thing like deep sadness come rushing to your heart like you just want to cry and let it out? Well here it goes again and again... this thing happens to me like every 2 months... depression attack or should I say "missing my family" attack haha... I was reading some pages of my books when I suddenly heard someone calling me from downstairs, exactly the way how my MOm would call me... "cheng" i heard it three times... the first one gave me the impression that my mom was actually calling me but after a couple of milliseconds i realized i was not with them and there's no way that my mom would be here... then everything cleared up... My aunt was calling somebody and she was calling "beng" or what other name...
Now that hit me so bad.. i mean I really miss the way how things go in our house everyday... how my mom would check up on me if I was already home... or when I hear my lil brother open the door coming home from school or when my stepfather would stompt his feet before entering the house to remove the dirt in his shoes. I miss every detail...
I miss how I stay in bed sleeping for 16 hours and my mom will knock on my door saying... "cheng are you still alive?" hahaha well those were the days...
America will make you feel old. It gives you a routine that it's hard for you to get out from it... (This is just my opinion okay?). I love the things that it gives me. I love the pleasures but the pleasures are quick. Not everything is easy here... as most of my old fellow countrymen would think. I love the surroundings but i hate the fact that I can't even share it with people i love.. maybe not for now. I love how the season change, it gives you a lot of new beginnings... i hate the fact that I don't know how to start changing everything...
I'm still lucky, Lucky to have a simple life and having these important people around me and still have reasons to come back home...
Now that hit me so bad.. i mean I really miss the way how things go in our house everyday... how my mom would check up on me if I was already home... or when I hear my lil brother open the door coming home from school or when my stepfather would stompt his feet before entering the house to remove the dirt in his shoes. I miss every detail...
I miss how I stay in bed sleeping for 16 hours and my mom will knock on my door saying... "cheng are you still alive?" hahaha well those were the days...
America will make you feel old. It gives you a routine that it's hard for you to get out from it... (This is just my opinion okay?). I love the things that it gives me. I love the pleasures but the pleasures are quick. Not everything is easy here... as most of my old fellow countrymen would think. I love the surroundings but i hate the fact that I can't even share it with people i love.. maybe not for now. I love how the season change, it gives you a lot of new beginnings... i hate the fact that I don't know how to start changing everything...
I'm still lucky, Lucky to have a simple life and having these important people around me and still have reasons to come back home...
