I wanna go home.

happy faces!

I was browsing though my Friendster last night and saw my cousin who went back home a couple of weeks ago post new photos. As much as I was excitedly waiting for those photos, a part of me didn't want to see those photos. I knew I would really be upset after seeing them. And right I was.

I miss them all. It's a kind of miss that's just so piercing I just have to browse fast so as not to miss them more. Of course I didn't succeeded on that. What? Just this morning, I logged in again and looked at the pictures. Aaarrggghhhh! Torture. I so miss them so much.

Please Lord, let me win the lotto so I can have the fare to go home. Please please please.


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