i just realise.
"GIVE ME BACK MY SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS PEOPLE!!"
im been slogging at work during weekends
i miss being stink in the morning
i miss being in front of television snuggling in my parent's bed, tugging in between them
i miss sitting down with my siblings together talking crap!
i miss a real, relax, family outing
i miss laughing together
i miss having a family breakfast
i miss sitting by the bed wondering what should i do next when im bored
i miss calling each of my friends, even though i got nothing to say to them
and like out of blue, i call them
and lastly i miss, someone, called special. whom i assume an imaginary.
mom, can we go haji again??
i wanna cleanse myself throughout again.
i wanna be good child and a good god's servant.
i missed being the only singaporean child
i missed being snug by a singaporean stranger, parents, who missed their child
who just like me
i missed buying, kebab, ice cream, teh, kfc, samosa and etc.
i missed walking and straying down the street to Masjidil Haram
i missed gg down buy food even though i been warned that i could be kidnap
i missed tawaf/sai in the masjid
i miss the excursion
i missed walking on a cold tiles
i missed walking on an esclator bare footed