It has been 2 months away from home, living on the road; from country to country, city to city Hotel – hotel and home to home… from plane, train, bus, boat, etc… I don’t feel like I belong to anywhere but my own country. it is weird; why? When I was in Indo I wanted to get out of the country seeking for a better life and happiness. But when im already out, im kinda miss my country… my food, my people, i think there isn’t happiness anywhere, u can’t seek for it but it’s there in your heart and your mind. You will always feel the same everywhere you go at least you set your mind into something that make you happy. no wonder why those people who we think have everything that we possible wanted but still feeling unhappy. It is you is the one who decide to be happy or not happy. I’m sure I have reached the point when I think I have enough… I mean enough for a while, kind of taking a break and relax. I miss talking in Bahasa… eating the food. but you know what… every...
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