Baiti Jannati
Bismillah. A few days more and I'll be leaving my home sweet home. It feels like the feeling of homesick is starting to hug me now and I don't know whether I'll be missed by my family members. Do you know what's the meaning of Baiti Jannati? It means 'my paradise is my house' or home sweet home or 'there's no place like home'. For me, home is a bed, home is a mosque, home can be a hotel and home can be a small cottage. It even can be a library or Cyber Cafe.
The first picture was edited in Photobucket.
The coconut leaves...?
A tall durian tree. Oh one thing, Yana don't like to eat Durian. That is a typical of me:)
I never know what is the name of the tree but this is beautiful.
The Pasir Puteh's skies. The skies are blue.
Girls, none of us would admit that we have homesick 'illness'. That's why before it's raining heavily I'll prepare the umbrella *hah, that's a Malay proverb translated officially by me, lol*. How I prepare my u-m-b-r-e-l-l-a? Here...I just snap a few pictures of my hometown and I will publish them in this entry. Awesome, right? That's ease my job for blogging actually...
The first picture was edited in Photobucket.
The coconut leaves...?
A tall durian tree. Oh one thing, Yana don't like to eat Durian. That is a typical of me:)
I never know what is the name of the tree but this is beautiful.
The Pasir Puteh's skies. The skies are blue.
Happily ever after.
-Have a nice day, girls.
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