I could really do with a hug right now. The kind of tight hug that fills your entire frame of vision such that you can't see anything else. The kind of hug that's strong enough to give support, the kind of hug that's comforting enough to build a sense of security, like a well-fortified stronghold. The kind of hug you'd want to stay in forever, because that's where you feel the most comfort, and where you feel the safest.

Descriptions of hugs aside ( yes, maybe I got carried away imagining it), today began well. It was bright and cloudy and the kind of day you'd want to spend under the blankets asleep. But to spare you the agony of reading through the long list of adjectives I can possibly list down to describe today, I shall sum it up in one word- confusing. I don't know what triggered off the long series of events but I ended up in another row with my mum about my results. Okay perhaps truth be told I was tired and therefore cranky as hell and perhaps my words were a little too harsh. But please mum, spare me your opinions about my results especially when it's been said and done not for the first time. I've seen, heard, and even felt the wrath of not producing the required results. And that, in itself would be the worst punishment I could have warranted.

On another side note, I've been slightly addicted to Voltaire's quotes on freedom of thought and expression. My favourite- ' I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. '