missing

in my boredom i stumbled upon a girl's blog whose mum has passed away. weak as i am, i teared at how she goes thru life everyday survivng on her own...as much as i'm doing OK without my parents, i'm badly missing my mum's naggings...and my dad's peace...

missing my conspiracies with Pi and my catfights with Fathin...

i simply miss THE boy...

i miss shopping with fidza and her endless blunders

i miss farena's ''I got to tel u sth...''

i miss nori's sarcasms, jannah's ''huh?'', miza's ''kenaper rai...?'' and far's ''lalala...''

i can start crying all over but i know, i know i am better off than those orphans without parents, those wheelchair-bound restricted of mobility.

the past has gone and nothing i can do to bring it back. i should live today like der is no tmr so i can die without regrets. who knows wad the future holds. no one knows.

as much as there are so many ppl missing in my life rite now, nothing can compare to e devastation of pak salman (e bus driver of FH in aceh) who lost 50 members of his extended family...but he still grooves to the techno music, dat i clearly remember...

i miss u all!