Finally..i get to see the wide open sea again!!! Months of tortures in KL really kill me i guess, how i miss the feeling of i-dont-have-anything-(important)-to-do. Tomorrow i am heading back to Sarawak. and i will hmm kinda semi-officially no longer a KL-ian/ites. so to end my stay here before returning to my hometwon...my unlce decided that we all should go to Port Dickson. Dad is very enthusiasctic about the trip as well. He got the chance to vicist his old camp and bring back the memories form his army days.
Me, my brother and my cousin( my cousin in Puchong la guyss)
My family... mom in pink, granma besides me After spending some time at the beach..we went to the Army Museum. For friends that know my passion to all this military stuff..you bet i had a great time there hehe
How i wish this is for real......
Dad coming out of the communist underground trail
Look at this tanker..cool eh?
A UN tanker, for those who watched Black Hawk Down, the armies in the UN tankers at the end of the movie are supposed to be Malaysian.REally.Factually. Yes guys...Malaysian Armies saved American Soldiers...in the Battle of Mogadishu in Somalia.But in the movie there is no indication that the armies are Malaysian so Najib was not really happy about that....
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