Warmth

Now they left. The Malaysian students are moving in. I'm surprised for their sudden coming.

For no reason, I feel awkward.
This awkward feeling maybe the warmth that comes to me, so suddenly..
This little warmth slipped into my heart like sunlight, my heart is nurtured..

But i want to embrace this warmth for a bit longer ..I wish i could.

My room

I've been spending more than a year staying in this hostel room.
This room,i have never called it as my home.I called this room as my 'study room'
I eat, I drink, I watch, I play, I study and I sleep in this room,on the same table. I truly dislike this small room. It's not just empty but cold..

Every semester,Erasmus students come in and out. If i'm lucky enough i could get to know them and have them as my friends. But I've tired of these meetings and separations. I simply don't like this feeling..

Thus, I've no longer interested in making friends with them. This year I live with three french Erasmus students. We usually don't talk with each other except with the polite 'hi' if we meet.

Cold...the word that i will use to describe here.