Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Home

Another summer day, has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome, but I wanna go home..... - Michael Buble, Home

I miss home so very badly.

I miss YDM.

I miss Sarah and Jas crashing at my place after school.

I miss getting yelled at by Mr Arul.

I miss talking for hours on the phone with Tash, Naz and Jas.

I miss being matchmade with half of Brunei by friends desperate for me to finally crack.

I miss making noise in tuition with Krys, Jas, Sarathy and Naz respectively.

I miss making nonsense recordings with Naz.

I miss Mala's house.

I miss walking around Brunei in the rain, just letting it wash away all problems.

I miss feeling as close to God as I did there.

I miss worship teaming with Ches, Joel, Laurice, Grace and the rest of them.

I miss playing cards with Teo, Lyn and the gang.

I miss Mrs Han's Chemistry class.

I miss Youth Camp.

I miss Josh and Teo and my guys.

I miss piano lessons with Siti.

I miss competing with Teo and gloating the very few times I beat him.

I miss Jamuna Aunty and the beautiful evenings she spent singing to us.

I miss rant sessions with Vee and Lyn.

I miss talking earrings with Fel.

I miss the Dysfunctional Royals.

I miss hugging Swee Mei and Mel every morning.

I miss April being "My Sunshine".

I miss camwhoring with Parks and Divs.

I miss walking Mala and Jas to the toilet.

I miss Mala and my Popia ritual.

I miss Useni Aunty's dance class and her yelling at me to "SIT DOWN IN ARAIMANDI!!!!"

I miss Mala saying "Sangs, let's get a milo. YOU'RE BROKE AGAIN?"

I miss raiding Ego for cheap pretty jewellery.

I miss oily Pasar food.

I miss baller-spotting with Krystle.

I miss Nice Eyes and MiHo.

I miss paedophiling on miniature good looking kids in F2.

I miss the Pasar kebabs, kway teow and kolo mee.

I miss being everyone's favourite shrink.

I miss BRUNEI.


My haven, my joy, my beautiful home,
Where I end matters not, there I start,
If home indeed is where the heart is,
In short, friend, I MISS MY HEART.