Good morning, London!

38 days more to home. Papa, mommy, Hau-kor and Ning. Guilt-free and currency-conversion-free shopping. Riding in cars. 323 Taman Bentong Makmur. Chu cheong fun. Mommy's ABC soup and nasi lemak. Sunny's Blueberry cheese tarts. My queen-sized bed. All my Agatha Christies. Piano. Bintang Walk, KLCC, Sunway Pyramid. Redbox. Barathy Rani Ramasamy. Skimpy (relatively... =P) clothing. Mini skirts and sandals and heels. Christ Methodist Church and everyone who is a part of it. Generous aunties and uncles and grandparents and adult friends *dollar sign lights up in eyes*. Forgotten yet familiar roads, faces, sights and sounds. Being pampered and treated like a princess. Piano. Ampang Point's Taiwanese noodles. Man Lo's one-hour hokkien mee. Penang beaches. Dome, Chilli's, Kim Gary, Sun & Surf, Coca. Milo, teh tarik, teh-o ais limau. Mamak. Maggi goreng. SS15. Ridzuan Condominiums. Barathy Rani Ramasamy. ASTRO. Tanjong Golden Village, Golden Screen Cinemas (suddenly Gold Class seems oh-so-temptingly within reach...). Coconut trees, sweltering midday heat, the background sounds of chatter in Malay and Cantonese.

Papa's welcoming arms, mommy's teary eyes, Hau-kor's wide smile, Ning's mischievous grin.

Feeling loved. Very.