Going Home...

I went back home this weekend.
and it's true.. when they say that it's the people that makes a place a home. I went to Nottingham, not Penang. [Amy, Hoon Shien, Yee Ping : THANKS!!!]

It was just like old times... chatting and talking to heart's content. Catching up on each other's life, understanding what's happening and what's important to them now. Their issues, their, worries, their way of life. Yes, we do have email and let's not forget the 'evil' MSN.. however nothing beats being 'live'.. there are things you can't see or feel through written words... the expression on your friends face.. their smiles..there are myriad different ones. Full smile, half smile, crooked smile, slight smile... all means different things. How can the One grin smiley in MSN substitute for all of that different smiles!?!? *baffled*


Asking questions and getting responses for all your silly, random musings... no matter how silly! Eating keropok and berkelah just like old Ridzuan times..Relaxing, being at ease with people you truly like and enjoy the company of.. hearing the same familiar laughter, seeing the same quirks...and, knowing that things still remains the same.. that the closeness is still there. It's definitely a comfort. Knowing that whatever happens, there'll be good friends looking out for you. That you are not alone.... and to push on with hope that you'll be as lucky second time around to be blessed with such wonderful, good friends.

Big, Silly GRIN stuck on face.

*SMILES*