# i've just realised. times when it was carefree were usually...at night. i guess the nights we've had were just...US. dinner, shopping, mamak, favors, pulut deliveries, kenduri's, or just normal stop by's, were what i looked for and still look for every single night.
# i guess this is another way of saying i miss the old days.
# and i miss zulaikha for cheering me up every single night when we all went out.
# i miss listening to ezzat's problems, and giving opinions to him, and he listens.
# i miss dropping by at mye's house. i miss the chats outside the gate.
# i miss feeling excited waiting for "transport" to arrive at my house.
# i miss going to isyak prayers at USJ 4's surau.
# i miss McD. not the food. just the memories there.
# i miss being me.
# i miss the idiot.
# i miss the people who loves that idiot.
# i miss the smack in the head by "one and only".
# i miss my random analogies.
# i miss the people's reaction towards it.
# i miss being fun.
# i miss everything.
# i miss singapore.
# i miss snapping pictures.
# i miss the pictures.
# i miss people in the picture.
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