The walk home...

I always enjoyed having time to myself. From taking the mrt or bus to even just wondering around town for even as little as 5 minutes on my own just deep in thought.

Not that I dun like having people around, especially friends who always bring fun and laughter. But sometimes I do need time to think, to vent and to let go on my own. Its how I function so that once my friends are around, I can put those aside and hang out with them.

Dun get me wrong during the times when I dun open up to share my problems. I just dun feel fair to burden others into small stupid troubles that is pissing me off at the moment that I know I can settle on my own. But I guess I have definitely learn to open up abit more.

Well as usual, I decided to take a walk home rather than take the usual 112 from the interchange to the side door at my place. And at this time at night, its usually quiet where I can be deep in my thoughts to think.

The usual stuff came to mind. My plans for next week, I need to go down to town to get something, I got my fyp meeting in the middle of the week and of cos the Newcastle and Sunderland match.

My meeting with Samantha was the last thing that came to mind and I spent a good 5 minutes thinking about it and what she said. It was good to have seen here again after so long. Its so funny that we still can laugh about the same things.

Just as I reached the side door, I somehow felt a sense of peace. I guess "Mother" was right.

Still Fighting On,
Kenneth.

*FYI, Samantha is my I-Guides "mother" from way way back. Ever since she made me and eddie eat our veg evertime we go out. lol*