Home is where...

Malaysia was a blast. Learned more about how Ramadan is conducted. The royal baby just stole the name that I have been thinking of if ever I do have a son. Defender of God and Defender of Man. Reunions make me both happy and sad at the same time. I feel that something is missing. I guess it would have been my mom's presence. Maybe I am just tired. The flat is getting too be costly. But it is the home of our dreams, something that we can call our own. I hope I can find the right home in London. 

Less Ordinary

I watched a movie which evoked all sorts of memories in me. Its portrayal of the typical Filipino family was spot on. Made me all the more appreciate the fact that I could still afford to make that choice on how to lead my life. 

Will I also go from the LA Cubao to LA 

CA route, a sort of migration from Cambridge Cubao to Cambridge in London? The horizon beckons.