After living abroad for a few months I realise something. Something is missing from me, tu me manques. Its a feeling when you just want to be back to the place where you belong. In reality, I didn't want to
So one day i was browsing through photos of San Francisco and i realized something. I do NOT have a picture of myself with the Golden Gate Bridge. Like
I've always had a dream of living abroad, and it has finally turned into reality. 3952 miles away from home for almost a month now. Gotta say i'm quite food-sick. Nothing beats Malaysian food. Nasi kandaq ohhmygawd