Of Ferrero ice-cream, swans, and tulips

I was sitting at the backyard with a bowl of il-gelato ferrero ice-cream on my hand.
As spoons of ice-cream slowly melted in my mouth
I watched the birds flew by
I got mesmerized by the beauty of the roses, planted by Chong papa and mama.
And I think I found some peace, in my mind, and in the sacred soul of mine.

I wish I could just live here for the rest of my life.

There are no shopping malls that open till 10p.m everyday.
There are no mamak stalls that you can spot every few kms, or probably few metres.
There are no such thing is Tuesday ladies' night, Wednesday Mambo Jambo, Thursday 4Play or any consistent events every week, in different clubs.
There's only one club that is happening enough, Metro City, which only opens on Saturday nights.
There are no tall buildings, they can only be found in the city.
There are no 24 hours restaurants or cafe like OldTown or PapaKopitiam.
There is no such thing as calling your friends at 2a.m and you still can go somewhere with them.
You can't speed here and you have to constantly drive below the speed limit.
You can't just pay off the police with RM50.
And there are no happening people.

But there are beautiful gardens and lakes in each housing area.
There are swans and ducks and dogs that don't go around chasing people.
There are beautiful, clean beaches just half an hour drive away.
Beautiful sceneries are everywhere.
Greens, clear blue sky, and colourful flowers that paint the picture perfect.
You don't have to buy imported tulips or roses.
They are locally grown here.
There are friendly, helpful, and genuine people everywhere.
The policemen are well respected.
They are looked up to, as they should be.
There are bbq nights where you get to see your friends and drink, and in the end you see 3 of the same friend.
There are people who you call friends and you don't compare or compete with them.
Who cares about Chanel or Prada?
Just down that shot of 151.

But you don't always get what you want.
That's the thing about life.