a place to call heaven

It is just a small terrace house on the housing lots, with the malaysian flag waving crazily comes the windy days.Pots and pots of flowers, that would include the broken ones too, are scattered on the floor, and some dirt from the soil have washed the color of the tainted tiles.Some of the plants do need the watering, left wilted by the nature.Cats, being the sole frequent visitors to the owner's house, sprawled lazily on the tiles, and would be seen licking their paws and stretching idlely while waiting for the owner to come home n feed them.It was all calm n quiet, and really an ordinary home.
the home to where the broken, mindless soul finds a peace of sanity.
u know, my sisters and i always find it a rejuvenating escapade, to be home despite how it looks like.home is where the heart is, and i cant deny it, being it the only place in the world where i cud just forget issues.i could just stray inside, moping round the house, watching tv, munching on those junkies and spend hours trading gossips with mom.Or probably just playing hide n seek with those cats, making them annoyed with us fooling n kissing them aroundThe only place i wud ever get myself going is to grandma's and the rest would just be cosying at home.
So before anyone says this is the boring way to spend ur long deserved break, i beg to differ.
Probably packing my bag and being whisked away to islands in the world would seem the greatest idea of ultimate gateaway..but being here, is all that im asking for now.