a place i call

during the flight back to kota kinabalu from kuala lumpur,

i was late. like always. rushed to the airport.

practically breeze walking with heels to the departure gate.

cried like there's no tomorrow

leaving for kk used to be a happy moment

but now leaving is the hardest part. :s

i was seated next to nobody and the window seat was occupied by 50-ish old american guy

due to emotional breakdown(emo seketika) i ate my dinner and slept through the flight 

dah la flight aku penuh dgn uncivilised punya org . choi. such a nuisance . 

when i arrived ,i felt better with happy thoughts of home and the lovely kittens,

before i leave the plane , i ask the 50 ish american guy

me : are u here on a holiday ? <tengah bajet nak senaraikan sabah as the most friendliest people on earth>

50-ish american guy : no , this is my home. <pergh org puteh tak sedar diri. bajet malaysian plak.haha>

me : or malaysia my second home ?? 

50-ish american guy : no. i work here . it's been nine years. in and out for business trip. but i settled here because i like it here very much. are u on a holiday ?

me : <eh dia pulak tanya aku holiday ke pulak. dah habis asian dah muka aku> no. this is my home . kata aku sambil tersenyum

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apa yg aku nk sampaikan

**aku bangga org luar suka dan terpesona dekat kk. aku bersyukur aku dok kat kk. truly a nice place to live :) 

Kota Kinabalu, is a place i call home :)