Don't know why so sudden thought of this topic...
But, gave myself a shot try to describe about it...
I born in Johor, Muar...Pure Muarian...
Muar is between Malacca and Batu Pahat...Not far from these 2 places..
I miss the food there...All the stalls and the originality of Ota, mades me feel I am in heaven...
I miss home made dishes from my mum and my grandma...the soups and dishes are simply the best where I can't taste it anywhere accept home..
I had a few homes in Malaysia...Muar is the original, Kedah is the 2nd, where KL also had 2, but technically that is my uncle's house...Another type of home is where you and your group of mates having fun together organizing stuffs and brainstorming - A monastry located at Jenjarom, Selangor...Where we called it our home...
I remember there is a sharing session with my friend, the first sentence is this: Money can buy you a house but not home..Can't really remember what the original sentence is, but the meaning is around the same.
I miss home...
Now, home is not just simply a building, it is a place where you and your love ones live together..
I love my home...
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