In my annual trips home, as the plane descends into KLIA, seeing those tree-lined highways, undulating hills, sprawling green and suburbia laid out like a checkers board, I sometime ask myself why did I leave. And, what keeps drawing me back?
In my annual trips home, as the plane descends into KLIA, seeing those tree-lined highways, undulating hills, sprawling green and suburbia laid out like a checkers board, I sometime ask myself why did I leave. And, what keeps drawing me back?