Harith Haikal

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful..
Saturday, 24th July 2010/12 Shaaban 1431, 1003 local time...

It's weird when you suddenly missed something you've never thought of missing. Nine months in Poland, I kept comparing it to Malaysia. How good Malaysia is, how efficient the transports are, how delicious the food, so on and so forth.

And now out of the blue I missed Poland. I missed how i greet people 'Dzien dobry' on the street. I missed how my friends and I had to bersilat to make the people understand what we were talking about. I missed how we would talk freely on the tram while ignoring all the staring we got. I missed how I used to go out when I'm depressed and coming home feeling alive again. I missed how much I loved cooking, but could never really improve my cooking skill.

I missed having usrah with Kak Dina and Kak Wani every weekend, where I got to tease Kak Wani and manja2 with Kak Dina. I missed to hear Fadhlina membebel and menjerit every morning just to wake us up. I missed the way Afidah hold my hands so tightly while teaching a stupid student like me how to ice skate. I missed to listen to Thohirah's screaming at one minute, and suddenly hearing her laughing at the other minute.

I missed walking alone at the park near the zoo. I missed going to Galleria just to buy Tiramisu because I was so overly addicted with it. I missed having to smile and wave hands at the 58 bus driver. I missed to board the new tram and sit at the back seat. How weird that I even missed the Anatomicum building; the lecture hall where I used to play games on the phone during Prof Topol's lecture, the laboratory and the lab assistant who was like having a crush on Thohirah, the 2nd floor where we changed the hallway to a temporary surau.

I missed the classmates too even though I barely talked to them. Marcel, who was like a brother. Michael and Andrea. Patricia. Saul, whom we used to giggle over, gossiping him with Afidah. Jorge. Phillip. Sara. Pepe, the one that I've never really talked to, but the one that YM-ing me whenever there're tests and exams asking if I already got the questions for previous years. Maria, the sweetest girl with her beautiful smile. Anthony, and his dances. Wesam, and his stupid jokes.

Okay, I'll stop here I guess. I'm listening to a Korean song, Forever by SS501 and it kept me reminiscing! Okay2, babai!!!

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