Bye

6 days. 11 kopi-o's. 17 good ol' faces. 1 skirt. 1 noisy kiddo. 2 naggy parents.

And 1 faithful old bitch who stuck to me like Snowy to Tintin.

And then, I am back to surreality.


The first night was admittedly tough, so tough I almost fell sick the next day. Especially when the noisy kiddo had just held on tightly to my hand and bade farewell to his mommy and daddy, trying to walk past the immigration gate with me.

Not to mention the sad eyes that gazed up at me from the bedroom doorway as I walked out the front door.


You know what?

I can still smell Piper.

Some things from home, you'll never forget.