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Its not always about the shoes
11:55 PM
Its not always about the shoes

I was very gung-ho about day-to-day blogging my 2nd NY trip because I'm bad at blogging about vacations. It takes me months to go through pictures and to piece together what I felt and experienced on the trip. I was delighted to hear that they had free broadband access in the hotel lobby. But guess what? I have been online almost everyday and only one NY post. Most of my internet-ing is stolen bits and pieces of time when I'm waiting for my parents downstairs so we can all go out, and I use my time to check and reply e-mails.

The truth, I have yet to drink Starbucks or do proper shopping eventhough I have 2 days left.

I also miss UK and the people I left behind more than I thought I would. I also love love love getting e-mails. It makes me feel connected. Eventhough I doubt my UK friends would read this, I still love getting e-mails. Period.

I realised that I have started calling UK as home. Exactly when, I don't know. But when I was talking to my mum about flying home, she asked me if I meant Malaysia or UK and I had to pause for a milisecond before answering her.

It hit me then. Previously I never used the word home to mean UK. Home was always Malaysia to me. Now I believe that this cold, foggy country of stiff upper lips and 'a hot cuppa tea' has made itself at home in a corner of my heart in its own way.

Its a different side of New York I'm seeing this time. Less fire trucks and police sirens. More easy lounging. More family time. Older parents, changed and matured children. My brother not so little and more matured, but still my adorable, lovable brother.

I had trouble explaning to my mother what a hookah bar was. My best explanation, "Those smoking like water-pot thingies with different flavours that those Middle-Easterners are very fond off." >.<>

I realise that even if my parents set me curfews or nag at me when I come back late in PJ, they do so for my own safety. But when I'm abroad, they know that I will be exposed to a different culture like drinking, smoking, clubbing, pot and partying and they are pretty open-minded about it. Maybe not too keen on the pot, but they know that they cannot control us from doing what we like so they accept it gracefully and trust that they have taught us well enough to have some sense from doing something stupid.

St. Patrick's Day is today and I can hear a bunch of raucous men singing outside Sheraton. I want a drink, either a cup of fresh orange juice, a choc frappe or a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top.

I want my cup of coffee. =)

Written on Tuesday, March 17, 2009; 11:55 PM

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