Talk the Talk 话话世界

I had always laughed at those lone daughter or son in their family for their loneliness and risk to get psycho because they only can talk to wall. But honestly I quite jealous because I think it am nice to be the lone child, because you getting what you want easily. But...

Until yesterday, I think it's isn't sweet at all!!! Due to my sister that went university leaving me as the lone son in my family, I had a chance to be the lone child in my family. We went eating and shopping. Forget about what I did in the restaurant. In shopping, I was actually everywhere with a trolley. Father used to go for his own shopping, while mum did the same. It's like I don't know have to go which side. End up, I pushing a trolley up and down. To put down all the things they wanted to buy. Luckily, I'm a patient guy. Thanks to my mum and sis that had trained I waiting outside shops especially boutiques to wait for them then help them carry things. Haha. Believe I'm a patient guy, I do believe. Haha. So the whole thing is like a boy turn to be someone like an aunty pushing a trolley in supermarket, buying stuffs like oil, veges and food. Anyway, it's do train me... to become a better guy. My sweet home, I like that a lot especially when I feel sad, feel angry, I really want to go back home because it’s always the safest place for me to cry, to hide. I might be flying one day, but I’ll back home.

Because it’s only place that I had been grew up and the safest place in the whole world.

Update in 2011: huge change in family and yes, it's still a place for me to cry and hide. Just that I wouldn't be afford flying without home.