Thursday, June 23


Last night I wrote on Facebook that I was going to come home for a couple of day after back from sibu (listening Diddy - Dirty Money – Coming Home song) and it got me thinking.... What is home? Where is my home???….  


Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting. Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.

Home also is where you can say anything you like cause nobody listens to you anyway.
Home is where you learn laugh, to share, to live, to love, to forgive.
N there is no place like home.

“A ‘house’ is not a home”.

Pen off.

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