hello. good morning. goodbye.

speaking of cementing your foot to the ground, and cuffing myself to the bed post,

in a way, i can't wait to get back to the number 4, por por head, nova, jason*, the runs from st kilda road to dodds at 12 in the morning, peanut butter jelly sandwiches every morning, coffee runs before exams.

who am I kidding?

I've got the family here, mango lo with fatty, didi, and clare, more late night bowling with the ptooey and densy, and maybe ah chong, nasi lemak every morning if i wanted, hassan's rojak, sunday mornings after church at jalan alor, movies with moms and pops.

There really is no place like home.