They are ordinary things that sometimes I take for granted. But they have somehow been imprinted deeply in my mind and my heart. I have never thought much about the weather ....

It's the joy, the pain, sometimes the hunchy scare that make home so dearly to me. At least, it's the most certain place that I have, the very place that I always head to.

Sometimes it's just a sudden rain, a change in weather, a morning reek with the smell of burnt leaves in Singapore or during a training camp in Malaysia that remind me of the little home I have