I can’t open blogger so I prefer to rant here. it’s nice, no? to have two places to write and publish without having it proof-read. feels like running to your second husband’s house. (ah…if only we could).
a short one;
i once came across a friend who asked me where my home was. I said ‘Malaysia’ and he said ‘you’re not thinking. think again’ and left me thinking and thinking. but when i came to Europe, Spain, to be exact, spent there for 3 long days, I can’t tell you how much I felt so safe, so happy, so free and able to be just who I am. Perhaps it was the company, perhaps it was the night life, but all in all, though I spent time in London, I didn’t feel quite the same as I felt in Spain. I can’t justify the same answer for Paris because I went there for just half a day. But being in Spain, felt so soothing and made me feel, in the least of words, at home.
Then again, I’d never forget Malaysia. Paris will always be the fashion scene, but Spain…Spain was just how life was meant to be. for me, at least.
la dolce vita. over and over again. I find myself repeating the same thing now and then.
3 Comments
January 29, 2009 at 8:08 am
so the conclusion is, ur home is in Spain?
*tak berapa faham*
haha
February 25, 2009 at 9:20 am
eh one more. u ada blogger acc?
tak tauu punn.
hehe
June 27, 2009 at 3:43 pm
it’s always be like that. we always think of home when we are abroad. and sometimes we wish the new places we’ve been, to be our real home.
but, nothing beats the feel to call malaysia the real home (although there are bunch of ungrateful ‘losers’ who always complaint about this country)