Flying Home
Strangely, whenever I'm in Europe I feel so at home. Whenever I'm away, I miss it a lot. On my liking everything European, VG once asked "Were you a European in your past life or wat?" Well, I don't believe it reincarnation but who knows... It was funny, whenever I fly into Europe, feels like I was flying home, and whenever I fly back to KL, feels like I'm leaving home, going away. As I look down at the snow-covered ground from the window of Swiss Air, I promised myself that if my mom goes and I'm still single, I'd move to Europe. Without my mother, there's nothing else keeping me here.
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Ya lah...somemore you have this affection towards art of Renoir and other impressionist masters.
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