Oikos = Home

Ha, the word "home" conjures up so much emotions. Home is the aroma of mom's cooking...the pungent smell of fried salted fish...the taste of mom's special gulai and sambal tumis. It is the sense of place....the hills and beaches of Penang....the narrow roads of georgetown...and the special treats of delicious snack foods in some strange corner of a narrow road in georgetown. Yes, it is the sights, sounds and smells of the place that evoke memories of happy times, peaceful times....that tells you that you belong here....your place of rest and refuge...