16.2.11

The settler's son.


I am not a town boy.

I grew up in the desert of palm oils in southern peninsular where the nearest shopping complex were fourty five minutes away. We (my family and me) didn't go to the town unless we were in need of something, ie; o buy school equipments or to repair electrical appliances.

Back in my school days, I have this big dream of living in this big city. Shopping complexes, cinemas, bad guy, hot chicks and waking up to the sound of car beeping. I sometime wonder how my parent came up with decision to chose a life there, in the middle of the jungle than in here,

Kuala Lumpur.


6 comments:

i am mai said...

so in the end, which did you prefer?

LORD ZARA 札拉 said...

still, they know what the best and since the so-called-jungle suited them, they let u to choose your own path aite?

m.a.n.n.e.q.u.i.n said...

Cool header yaww!

m.a.n.n.e.q.u.i.n said...

Cool header yaww!

| Larasephia | said...

A place you will call a HOME is a place that's most closest to your heart. Until you have the heart to decide, don't let yourself thinking of settling down. Not just yet.

hiro said...

i'msosupernotcool said...
entri ni pon bodoh jugak.
ok la tuh.