Walking on lonely roads,
Feeling the familiar breeze in my hair,
Listening to the sounds of home,
Maybe, just maybe,
I wish I wasn't alone.
Here is to showing off our scarf collection. Lol.
I honestly never knew we had that many.
But then again, my mum's closet always feels like a museum.
All good, pretty, old, new, weird, snakeskin, leather, shimmery stuff,
Indian, Malay, Chinese, Punjabi, extremely skimpy outfits.
Everything can be found there.
Ipoh's been good to me.