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I'm going home...

Twenty-three hours to go... and soon, I'm going to be home...

Home, where the land beckons, waiting for her traveling son to return.

Home, where my parents and siblings await with beaming smiles.

Home, where I left half my heart, in this journey to broaden the mind with new knowledge and experience.

Twenty-three hours to go...



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Cat-from-Sydney said…
Hehehe....boleh pi jumpa Ainis kot! OK OK...jumpa Angelina in KL kot? purrr....meow!
April 4, 2011 at 4:19 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Eh? ur in KL ke? seriously?
April 4, 2011 at 7:40 PM
Lizeewong said…
Have a blast tompinai!
April 4, 2011 at 11:40 PM
Intan Haryati said…
Looking forward for your arrival here, dude!
April 5, 2011 at 2:51 AM
Cat-from-Sydney said…
Or in JB? OK, email us. catinsydney at gmail dot com. purrr...meow!
April 5, 2011 at 2:24 PM
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