Homecoming Queen.

As Gwyneth Paltrow sang, it's the four letter words, a place you go to heal your hurt, it's an alter, it's a shelter, one place you always welcome, Home. And as for me, its a double story green house (literally), surrounded by Mak flowers and plants, a HOME.

That's where I came from and where I belong. 

Where the rain drops are heard & respected, 

wind blows that soothes your soul, 

that quacking ducks and barking dogs are fed like your child,

and it maybe not be London nor KL, full of bright lights shines that blinds your eyes, the lights are down earlier and my Kampung sounded literally like it's an abandoned pilgrimage camps. 

There are no midnight movies,

not much night food stalls,

and basically it's a numb nights there.

But hey, I like that bcuz it's calm me down as an individual. 

I tries to find stuff to do, which most of the time listening to music and playing games (not much of Facebook as there is not much of an Edge connection let alone 3G). 

I can see myself flying home often when I'm a working man bcuz this place pulled me back a lil bit and just woken up @ 10am and back to sleep after lunch, that just divine! 

Little bit longer, I feel dehydrated from those nothing-much-to-do activities. 

From those early night sleeping. 

From the f**king are-you-kidding-me neighbour!

From the sad Mak's stories.

From Umang's (my niece) crazy behaviour and her mom scolding her almost every minutes.

I needed something to do most of the time, and nothing to do sometimes. That's me.

I needed big city like KL to triggers me. To starts me up. To bring me to life, says Evanescence.

That's why I'm coming back. Keep coming back.

As times goes by, the goodbyes seems to be easy and easier.

Not much tear drops, just laughter and waiting-for-next-time-meeting wave.

I love home.

I love Mak.

I love Pak.

I love my family.

I'll come back soon, I promise.

Xoxo Gilly