Missing

No, nothing was lost. Am missing home. And I mean damn friggin terribly miserably missing home here. Was suppose to go home on week 12’s weekend, but some Sports Carnival duty halted my grand plan, and sigh….

The frequency of thoughts of Penang is definitely increasing by the days. Here’s a list of what I’ve been missing:

I miss my home.

I miss my parents. Have been thinking of them since there is no space required for the significant one….kiddin. Really miss them.

I miss my sister. Though she sometimes send some stupid sms…but I still appreciate it.

I miss my room. Its true I had established a feeling for my hostel room here. But still the room back there is my room for like 18 years. Eighteen. Who can shrug off the closeness of that in such a short time, say, 2 years?

I miss my dog. Er…yeah, it might be frustrating at times, thanks to the shriek-like barking, but still it will melt ur heart whenever u see it, thanks to it pinched, never-grow-up size.









Meet Murphy, ma mini-pincher.

I miss my best of best friends Rach and Yong Wah. Miss those kap siao session. Miss driving them to wherever they wanted to go. Miss their laughter. Its good that I know they miss me too. Thanks for the reminder testi.

I miss my school friends. Guess F6 is no joking process to go through. It might change them into psychos, or probably already did. Can’t even see them in MSN. Where you guys dispersed to?

I miss ma secondary school. Nope, not the discipline teachers and the prefects. Just the school. Mind you, assholes. Miss the atmosphere, miss my school band days, miss my saxophone. Miss sitting in class and kap siao-ing. Miss the toilet’s smell…er…not really. Not even close.

I miss my grandma’s place. Not the graveyard la. The house that she used to live in. Miss my aunties there. Miss watching football every weekend. Miss playing computer with my cousins. Miss celebrating birthdays there.

I miss Gurney. Err...not really. Jz the atmosphere. There are so many memories there.

I miss driving. Miss the black, square-shaped Nissan. Miss the loud engine. Miss the penang roads. Miss laughing at turbo-built Kancils. Miss cursing at reckless bikers.

I miss the food. Ooo…the Sg. Ara market food. Miss the days when I spent mornings with friends in the kopitiam. Miss the Char Koay Teow, curry mee, chicken rice and the teh peng. Missing mom’s cooking. Miss the claypot chicken rice, miss…damn, I am hungry.









Tempting la. How?


Its week 12 now. That will be like 5 more weeks to go at least. And final exams are coming. Arrgh….After that… “Yay! Its holiday!!Whoo, yes!” *Jumping around like psycho* *Roommate starred* *Embarrassed and returns to the sit.*

Me ass reporting out.