Monday, 8 October 2007
I miss home.
- I'm feeling it.
Home-sickness.
I miss my sister. I miss my mum. I miss my dad and my irritating bro.
I miss the days where I'll return home from work, have dinner in front of the TV and just talk to my mum about my day.
I miss the nights where Syluie and I say goodnight from different beds but end up on the same one after five mins or so.
I miss running into my brother's room when I feel bored, to talk to him about all the randomest stuff.
I miss getting face to face advice from my dad.
I miss home-cooked food. Although I really don't get much of it even when I'm back home.
I miss my grandma's traditional teochew porridge and thick spicy curry.
I miss going to block 85 with my family after midnight on fridays.
I miss driving us all there.
I miss simpang dinners with food comm.
I miss all the pitstop fun with the BSC gang.
I miss the endless chatter with my poly friends.
I miss taking neoprints with the sacians.
I miss hugging boss kang and cherlyn and my other crazy ex-colleagues.
I miss the touch of the steering wheel.
I miss laying on my bed and reading a book, fighting with my eyelids.
I miss being near enough to the light switch so I can just reach out and switch off the light.
I miss bathing without having to lug all my toiletries to the toilet.
I miss the big bathing space and the flexible shower head.
I miss eating maggie mee that's well cooked over a fire.
I miss finding lots of extra ingredients to throw in.
I miss eating and cooking eggs.
I miss cooking for my bro and sis when mum isn't around.
I miss making my rojak-salads.
I miss watching the TV.
I miss reading my monthly magazines.
I miss reading the newspapers, especially LIFE!
I miss taking the MRT train to and fro.
I miss long bus rides from Orchard back home.
I miss shopping in town, the whole Orchard Rd shopping belt.
I miss the aching-feel-goodness of my legs when I complete walking from Orchard Rd, to Somerset, to Dhoby Gaut, to City Hall and then Bugis.
I miss taking cabs for less than $20.
I miss receiving my monthly salary.
I miss being able to shop till late.
I miss cheap hawker food.
I miss street snacks from Old Chang Kee.
I miss dim sum from Din Tai Fung.
I miss eating crabs!
I miss yummy crunchy prawns.
I miss fattening buffets.
I miss jogging around my estate.
I miss exploring somewhere new around my home when I'm bored.
I miss 24 hour convenience stalls that do not seem freakishly expensive anymore.
I miss home, I really do.
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