I went to visit Abu's friend last week in Padang Jawa, Shah Alam. As we go all the way in, the area looks like a mixture of a kampung feel and a cowboy town. There's rumah papan, and also kawasan perumahan in the area. And out of the hustle-bustle of the misture, stood a little blue cottage, in between a gerai pisang goreng, and a nursery (or surau). This was the house that I would never imagine could have existed anywhere in Malaysia. It was not that big, a single storey, I assume, with white picket fences, and an extraordinary layout. This is my dream house. A house that I always imagine I would most probably called 'home'. I know it doesn't look much like a mansion in the sky, but the feel is homely that I almost kncoked on the door just to have a quick look around. The porch, the windows, the backyard... It makes me feel so peaceful. God knwos since the pregnancy started, I haven't been in the best situation ever. But at that particular moment, I was calm. I stop whining, I was just staring at the house, wishing it was mine....
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Cat to be mouse in attic?? Who you trying to bull (3 animals in a sentence!)