Soar and S'more.

Hello peeps. As you know (or maybe you don't), I used to write journals almost every day when I was in Vegas. I'm not entirely sure why I don't really write journal nowadays, probably because I'm too lazy to hand-write it all, so I'm just gonna post more here. You know, sometimes I really appreciate that people view my blog. (Yes, I appreciate you who are reading this, though I have no idea who you are.) Thanks for passing by even though there's nothing much helpful - unlike any other blogger, I don't write about recipes, or fashion trend, or life hacks, I just simply like to share my thoughts. I swear I would be the richest person on Earth if I get paid for every single thought that passes through my mind. That one thought that still haunts me for almost 8 months and I believe that it won't go away for the next 5 years - I want to go back to Vegas. I'm sure many people out there are annoyed. A part of me is annoyed too. Like geez, En Qi,

"She's ridiculous. She lived in Malaysia for 17 years and left for a few months and now she thinks she doesn't belong here anymore. Bitch please." "Please. It's not like you lived there for years. Wake up." "So you think you're half American now? Please. You're born and raised as Malaysian. Don't forget your genes." They don't understand. It's not about how long I've stayed there but how much I've made out of in that few months. "It's not a few months in life but a life in few months." It's not about United States. It's about the people I've met there. It's about falling in love with their culture. It's about how my lifestyle was when I was there. It's about who I am when I was there. Honestly, I don't look up to USA. "The best country.. first world country.. well-developed"  That's true but that doesn't mean that we need to think highly of the