Home

Home, sweet home. Oh, how I miss my home.

Now, I am back at my sweet little hometown called Saratok. I've been here since I was 9 years old. Anyway, my family is from Saratok. It is good to stay in your own hometown.

So, what is home? For me, it is a place where people remember and think of me(apology to Masashi Kishimoto). Anywhere in this world, as long as there is somebody always think of me, that is a place I can go back to and called home. But, it is not as easy as it says. The concept of home is much bigger than that. It needs to be truly understood before you can believe a place to be called as home.

It does not start as simple as having a house, you know. It's about the people who lives in the house that can make a place your home. So, it's all back to our relationship with other people that really matter. There are levels in relationship. Acquaintances, friends, mates, colleagues, special friends, girlfriend or boyfriend and families. To achieve the specific level, you need commitment and love. What I believe, these are the 2 things that are essential in relationship. As long as you understand these, God bless you, you can have another homes. I live what I say and I am living it.

I have a lot of homes in Malaysia. Not including relatives, I have 5 homes that I can go to. I am so grateful that God give me a unique persona. I am glad that I have 5 non-relative families that I can go back to. I am thankful of what I got.

So, next time when I move on to other places, I will have another places that I can call home.
So do you, friends.

Remember, HOME is a place where people remember and think of you.