I stared at my cats which were sleeping on my bed. They looked so comfortable, heck, even though they were sleeping in a weird position.
Like they didn't care about anything at all.

I've been thinking lately, about this house. You know about those summer cabin which often appears on novels? Like, when it's summer time or winter break, people in novel will go there and spend the whole vacation with their family. You got it? Good.

I felt like this house is like those house. I mean, my aunt's family in Singapore will always spend their school vacation in here. They will come here at least once a year, before they come back to Singapore and back to their usual life.

Everything here is not changing. This house is not experiencing a major changes. We still own that same radio we bought over ten years ago. And the referigerator too. And the beds, and the TVs, and the wardrobes, and everything!
Aside from the city's upgrade, it is like this house is trapped in some error time machine. Nothing will ever change.

Well, the people in it is the only one who change. I am not the same Alice from ten years ago. My sister is growing up, and now we lost one of this house's inhabitant.

We have new cats here, though. My first aunt was strongly object this desicion, but, meh, we're still bringing these cats in. She likes it, I know it, but she just too thick headed to realize that.

Aside from the cat, I've always think about this house as a large, cold house. There's no warmth in this house. I'm not quite sure what I mean about warmth. Is it the people inside? Is it the comfy furniture?

I don't know.

I've always feel like there's a large hole inside this house and it makes everything here looks colder than it's is, and nothing can stop it.

Fun fact, I lived in my mother's house before I went here. My mom said I need to accompany my first aunt since this house is big, so, when I go to high school I go here.
And when the first time I moved here, I don't like this house. As I said before, this house is lacking its warmthness, so every night I always curled up inside my thin blanket, and thought about things I can do to make my room warmer.

And it's succeed, because I rarely left my room when I'm here.

Now that I get used to this house, I rarely feel the coldness anymore.

Why am I writing this, I'm not quite sure. I was influenced by Rainbow Rowell's Fangirl, which what I read at the moment. It's surprisingly good. Maybe I will read Rowell's other book if I got enough money to buy the actual book.

Done.

This is just another weird ramble.

Labels: rambling, Whatever