I Miss Them...

I've been trying to call Ibrahim on his Omani cell a moment ago but he didn't pick up. I guess he's praying. Strange enough, every time I try to call him, he'll be half-way through his prayer. Sorry! If I knew that you'll be praying that time, I won't be disturbing.

I miss all of them...
I can't believe I'm saying this but I seriously miss National Service... Well, not that I would go back, but I just miss the good-ol-times we spent together, together all the time! I miss home... I miss Malaysia... I feel so lonely here... It's like I'm homeless...

P/S : I was bald headed! Well, I know you can see, okaaay!