There are times when I feel like slipping in beneath my thick blanket, to just lie under the warmth and let the world passes me by. Like a coccoon protection that covers the embodiments for a period of time..yes just for a short while; those moments of escapism from all human contacts and touch. A form of indulgence that i know is never the right choice, because i know, when i yearn for moments like this, something isn't quite right. But like a smoker that understands the nature of its 'condiments', I long for such moments despite being aware of the consequences.

It is time like this that knocks silently when there's so much negativity standing beside me. By that i mean, my personal comprehension of negativity, and most of the time it is when my period comes (now blame it on the moon, woman!). Or maybe it isn't just about what i feel but people's action truly came up beyond my expectation.

I learnt early in life that the boundary of respect should never be breached by the concept of familiarity and i felt some people hadn't learnt that, hadn't acted that way, and hadn't talked as they had understood that principle. It is troubling because I'm not a vocal person that could blatantly speak what i feel right to somebody's face. I would rather swallow them down my stomach than letting them out through my dry throat and experienced those agonizing moments of ...awkwardness. That's how Asian I am.

But, having said that, tomorrow is a new day and ...none of this feeling would have mattered anymore. And guess what, my period would have stopped too.