I’m home
It rocks. I love my car with my driver. And my piano. And my cable TV. Soon enough I’ll be watching DVDs non stop. Heh.
I love this city with all the irony. I love the city which has grand malls and luxurious apartments followed by slums and almost-torn-down homes and small coffee shops right at the next block.
It kinda reminds me about how everything is just never perfect. And can never be perfect.
And I feel the strong determination in my city. I don’t care if you say my people are slackers and whatnots. These people struggle to even survive, without thinking how to live a life. What’s life if surviving is hard?
One week, I’m gonna breathe the polluted air and eat food seasoned with dust from door-to-door hawkers. This is how millions of people live and I’m a part of them.
While of course, I’ll also enjoy the car and the driver at the same time.








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