"Rojak" = Singaporean for "mixture", referring to a salad of local ingredients, each with its own distinct flavor.I'm home. I wrote the following during the first leg of my flight back, en route from Singapore to Hong Kong:
"SQ2 is shooting through the cloudless blue sky, away from the tropical island that is my childhood home. I am overcome by an emptiness in the pit of my stomach and a slight ache in my heart as the distance grows between this plane and the loving company of my relatives whom I'm leaving behind. But wait, another emotion, a comforting one, is trying to relieve the melancholic weight in my chest, as my pulse quickens in anticipation of returning to the place I now call home, where my guy awaits. In the midst of heartache mingled with excitement, I'm counting my blessings for having folks in my life who evoke this 'rojak' of emotions in me."
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this is so nice :) i have a rojak of emotions too... wanting you to be with your family while wanting you with me :)
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