I miss people asking me when am I.
I miss the solitary of being alone in a foreign land.
I miss my spinach with mushrooms in Frankfurt.
I miss having sandwich and strawberries scones in London.
I miss buying budget sushi (but better than those in SG anyways) in supermarket in Japan.
I miss my massages in China.
I miss the blue blue skies and fresh fresh air in Australia.
I miss the chance to skydive in New Zealand.
I even miss the hotel rooms in India.
Oh boy, what did I get myself into?
I miss bkk..
