pssst!!!

I'm home. Flight was surreal. Neither here nor there. London nor PJ.

All at once it feels as if I was at Gloucester Tube station just minutes ago and at the same time I don't think I ever left Malaysia.

A part of me always stayed right here with the paper thosai and pushy killer motorbikes. It's nice to see you again.

[oh yes, my sim card has gone awol so I have no handphone. the home number is the same as always. msn me if you need it. since when did msn become a verb?]

[[amar, we're goin to spore this wednesday. shall i book tickets? is good ol' mummy and daddy letting you out of the house yet?]]