Cogito ergo scribo

And that would be me.

There's only mom and me in the house now, and everything that is normally taken care of by the man of the house will have to be done by me already. There are things like moving heavy stuff, climbing up the ladder and changing the light bulbs, fixing things...

It was just like 8 years ago before i got to know YY. Now everything is just like back to then.

Sometimes i couldn't help but have a feeling that i'm living in a bad dream now, and when i wake up everything will be back to normal. But then, what is normal? Perhaps it is the past 8 years that is the sweet dream, and my so-called normal life is supposed to be like this -- independent, melancholy and lonely.

I will have to continue playing the part of a man for this home. Perhaps that's my destiny that i could not run away from.

Labels: family, love