Born To Make You Happy

"I don't know how to live without your love"

I'm not sure if I've stressed this enough yet, but I'm back in Malaysia! Now I can finally lay my hands on all the nice food! All the cheap cuisines! And all that hawker atmosphere I have grown so accustomed to throughout my teenage years.

I was flipping through Cahaya, my secondary school's Yearbook, courtesy of my younger brother who is currently studying in it. Nostalgia hit me and a dreadful sense of wanting to return and see all those familiar faces and smell that easily recognizable canteen stench coursed through my veins.

I miss Sri Sentosa, I really do.

And it suddenly dawned on me that I have been blogging in such a way that both my friends from two different worlds, namely Melbourne and Malaysia, can understand what I'm talking about. Ironic, isn't it? Having to persist with the sustenance of both sides. Nonetheless, this is fun. All part of my devious plan to place you under my influence all the more better to advance my conquest for world domination.

I am beginning to sound like Stewie Griffin from Family Guy whom I had grown to idolize.

On an interesting note, I managed to have a.....for want of a better word, decent, conversation with L today. And that alone is inducing intense endorphine production, sending those happy hormones searing throughout my body.

Well, that's it for today I guess, but seriously, I'm beginning to miss Melbourne. Ah well!

"I was born to make you happy..."