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Mama said home is where the heart is when I left that town..

That song used to be my tranquilizer when I couldnt go home. But, it's lost its magic power, I guess. It changes nothing now. I still miss my home. Homesick. Yes, you may call it so..

I miss being in a mountain. I miss the green trees, fresh air, crystal clear water. I miss the chill. I miss the dew  on the grass tickling my feet when I step on it. Ah, I miss it so bad..

Dear time, please give me some minutes to be there for real, not merely in my dreams..

What makes your day? Many. But what ruins your day? No idea.

And now, sitting under this tree, having a mango juice, watching two yellow-green birds in a cage, I don't know what I'm suposed to feel. I'm in a quandary, I guess.

If I were a bird, could fly wherever I want , I wonder, where would I go?

People say "go travel somewhere at least once in a year". It's for sake of refreshment. But, does it work for everyone? What about someone like me? Easily get homesickness. Hardly mingling with people. Tend to be solely.

Well, whatever it is. It's better not to think about such thing, for now.

I'd better stop writing now. Ciao.

How Rain Works on Me

It's supposed to be summer, but these last few days, everyday is cloudy day. Drizzle comes everyday like there is no end. Somehow, I like it anyway.

Yes, I do miss sunshine, but I like these moist sky even more. I enjoy every rain drop. I like the chill. I like the cold air creeping to my lungs when I breathe.

Rain always brings me to indescribable feeling. Feeling safe and blissful yet insecure and blue somehow. I don't know what words can best describe it. I get myself bewildered by the mystifying atmosphere rain, drizzle, and cloud bring.

One more thing about rain, whenever the rain drops blur my vision, it's like my ears catch Israel Kamakawiwo'ole singing Somewhere over the Rainbow in a distance.