"Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand
I just want to feel real love
Fill the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste"
Sounds familiar? Besides being the lyric taken from Robbie William's FEEL, the words are also similar to the spoken voice in my head.
It has been been nearly 2 years since my first stay in London. I had just given my resignation letter last Thursday. And as a result, instead of feeling really jubilant (i do feel relieved though), i'm absolutely confused, clueless and dumbed of what i'm going to do in the near/late future as long as i stay in London.
I'm glad i'm visiting malaysia in Nov and Dec. But what do i do when i'm back in London again?
I guess my intention now, (or maybe lately, in regards of my age as well i think,) is to stop being a global nomad, buy a house, a car, a bookshop, a tuition centre, get a dog and a cat, enrol myself in a masters psycology course in s'pore and gather a few trustful neighbours near my living place. i don't know how i'm going to cope with all the packing and unpacking, moving and unmoving, buying and selling of furnitures, when i leave london next year, find a place to rent and purchase a decent house in malaysia. do i still have the mental stamina and patience to roll down the slope of uncertainty in my life?
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