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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.