I’m back in Malaysia. Back home. Back to my old room. The same bed sheet, the same pillows. They all never changed. Instead, I’ve changed since the last time I was home.

I had a strange dream last night. We were all in a war, between each other. Some of us were with the Japanese, Americans and a few maintained their loyalty(with malaysia). And there was Lucifer, possessing one of the leaders to lead the war into a great destruction of the human race. I was panting, running frantically, dodging for bullets. All that I could feel, fear.

No idea on when I woke up from that horrible dream. I couldn’t do anything at that time. I can only.. wait and face it bravely with the little bit of courage left. I was.. useless. It’s something bigger than a single human being can change. It’s what the whole world wants. My friends became my enemies. They shot bullets at me…

I was sad before I fell asleep. and scared. Exactly. Those were the feelings I felt in that dream.

I’m turning into the old me again.. I don’t know if I like it. *sigh