home alone

i haven't been home alone for years. i think. i never wanted being alone. more than the fact that i really get bad migraines doing nothing than watch tv and lie awake in bed, i really can't stand solidarity at home. but the weekend that was, was quite different from the days i have been alone at home. and being at home, perse.

i cooked lunch. i was with my brother, and it was the first time (maybe again in years), that he told me he was smelling good food (from me:P). nothing grand with the chicken, it just smelled good of course tasted good mind you:D not much cleaning done, the house was completely in order before they left.

i didn't eat much. i wasn't even hungry. i did open the tv to check out Angel Locsin's welcome party at ASAP (hehehe, hell yeah, i am a tv/local showbiz addict:)) but after a few cuts, i turned it off and stayed at my room and started to read instead. i loved the silence. it was just the swing of the electric fan that i was hearing, and the turn of pages i had as i read through. my cell phone was beeping once in a while, though (thanks for the company:)). and that was all i had for a home alone weekend. a good lunch. a good friend. two books read from cover to cover. and a nap that lasted forever, with a dream i've forgotten.

and the home i called for silence came crumbling down when they have arrived. riot. migraine attacked as they came crashing my room.

afterall, it was great to be home alone. but not all the time:P

goodnight... :)

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