Wherefore art thou?

Perhaps this question is one that I shall be asking for a very long time. You may have seen me posing this question to you somewhere or sometime. It just reflects my current emotions and thinking.

I depend on the Internet for up-to-date information. That is true. I spend most of my time on the Internet reading news and blogs. That is also true. I have now run out of blogs to read for fresh material. That is undeniably true, too.

You see, I'd like to drop by at friends' houses and have a chat with them. I'd like to meet them for lunch or even for dinner (if my parents consent to that); however, who can I call? Everyone is rather busy now as most are preparing for Christmas, and I on the other hand, am sitting down in front of the laptop writing this entry here.

I have said this before, that while most people think being the only child is great (because you get undivided attention from your parents, you don't need to fight for things with your siblings, etc. etc.), I must differ. It's OK if you are alone, but it is not really a blessing if you have nobody to talk to every now and then.

That brings me to my friends. What about my friends, you say? I don't know. I seem to be thinking about them, but are they thinking about me? I yearn to call them out for lunch or tea, but I have another obstacle to overcome at home.

Yes, home. As far as I'm concerned, the Internet is the only medium that connects me to the outside world beyond my private compound. Cozy as my house may be, it lacks something that I need - company.

I have spent about three weeks of my holidays doing virtually nothing. During the first few days of my holidays I've been going out with friends quite often to the point that my parents start to frown when I told them that I have a lunch appointment with some friends. So, I have to stay at home for the next few days. But now, it's time for me to get out of the house again.

I want somebody to confide my feelings, but it's quite hard to get someone whom you can really trust to pour your feelings out. Sure, I could always confide in my mother, but sometimes you just wish that you want somebody of your age to talk to, somebody whom you think understands you better.

Things are about just to beat the lot. I've planned to go to Johor Bahru for a trip of my own. I'm looking forward to the day I'm going to Johor Bahru when the newspapers have to tell us that it's flooded due to Typhoon Utor in the southern part of Malaysia. Disasters just have to strike during the end of the year, huh? And it has to strike when I am going there, too, eh? But what can I do now? The ticket has been purchased, the trip has been planned, and I am so desperate to get out and see the world for myself now.

Sigh... a Merry Christmas, indeed.