Balik kampung.... will be going of to Kuching, for hariraya after long long time in 8 years ++ (i lost count) where i still remember the atmosphere and the colling breeze of "kampung" my childhood was there... how i miss everthing, i hope it is still like what it use to be... everybody i knew had grown up... but one thing remain unchange is the sweet past... where i used to play in our backyard try to catch the chickling... and end up bitten by bee... how i cry and yet daddy was there to sooth me... so valuable that memory
"This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say
Don't look back
Keep your head held high
Don't ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don't hold on to the past
Well that's too much to ask
Say goodbye to yesterday
Those are words I'll never say"
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