Sometimes...

Sometimes, I wish I can stay / live in London for a longer period. Not too long, but at least 6 months or so. I so admire the life there. May be I am wrong, but I really wish I could do that. Yet, fact is a fact. I couldn’t because of many many reasons. Too many reasons, too many restrictions. I can only think, imagine and store it in my dream.

Sometimes, I wish I could open a business. Open my own café, specially tailored to suit the needs of people like me, where everyone can come into my café and have a relax time. I wanted to make special set meal for my customers, this includes a cup of nice coffee, a special toast bread with butter & kaya and mata kerbau. Ha ha! J this should be very nice. Other than that, I also wana make nasi lemak set meal with curry chicken, sambal, coffee / tea & desserts. I can make all these desserts by myself. All these are my favorite meal... I wanted to make my customers feel like home. I wanted to cheer up my customers with meal. The whole idea is to cater to meet customers needs, customers who have the same thought, feel & heart like me… ha ha!

Sometimes, I cry when I listen to a song, which talks about life / feeling… and the meaning is so close to everyone’s life. I just can’t help it, and I cried… I guess this is just the stress of life… and a way to release tensions..!!

Sometimes....