I miss home

I went shopping yesterday.
I went shopping the day before yesterday.
I went shopping just now.

So everyday I shop. It's so meaningless. I mean I still don't understand why people love to shop? I had had headache just now because I went to this small little place where they are selling at wholesale price and I nearly fainted. The amount of people there is like herds of cows getting into the farm. I wouldn't have gone there if not because of my friend's boyfriend's Muay Thai pants and also my sisters skinny jeans. I wanted to go home so badly because I believe in comfort.

I felt so sick now. Sick because I am sick of shopping and also the streets of Bangkok is so dirty with murky water and smelly drains every where I go. God bless Malaysia!

I want to go home. I miss home. Jeez...I miss home. I really do miss home. I miss the fresher air, I miss the cheap petrol, I miss the cheap food and I miss my bed and my pillow and my room. I miss my laptop and PC and I miss my TV where it doesn't speak Thai.

I miss everyting in Malaysia. Let it be horny old men, I prefer to see them than staying here in Bangkok with loadsa mosquitos. I got stung 8 times today. Crazy mosquito country.

Why do I miss home so much? Since America, I have been missing home. Maybe I have grown older, old people's syndrome of missing home...

Although I have bought tonnes of clothes, I think I got 8 more new items to my closet, I am still not happy. See...it is not material happiness that I am seeking. It's someting else which I have to find out.

I miss home dearly...Maybe I am away from home for too long already plus the fact that I am in the country I am not so fond of. *sob*