Photos that tell its own stories

Burung Belatuk! Cantik sebenarnyer. :)
Ini Buah Durian.
Sky at my house
Bunga Kertas
Bunga Kertas yang cantik.
So, these photos are taken around my house and my durian orchard of course. :P I have nothing in mind at the moment and I just want to show my 'interesting' photos.

Comments

  1. mimiqtMonday, 08 June, 2009

    i miss the durians.. oww

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  2. AnonymousTuesday, 09 June, 2009

    nih mesti kau dah bosan kat rumah tahap apa dah...hehe.

    BRING ME SOME DURIANS!!!!

    -William-

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