I miss my family. My friends. Relatives. Hafiz & Alya's teachers. Aina's Cik Lin. The alley cats. Tesco. Cafe Budiman. The auntie, (or is it uncle?) at Pasaraya Mulia. The morning market. LRT. KL traffic. The roads. The highway. KL's attractions. The muslims in Malaysia. The friendly Malays. Chinese. Indians. All the other different races. Astro. TV3. Hot FM. I miss Fifi on Hot FM. I miss all the food. The weather. The temperature. Our house. Our room. My kitchen. I miss KL's sunrise. I miss CIC. I miss the schools in Malaysia.
After 1 month++ in Egypt, i still miss home very much.
Other than the historical sites here, there really isnt anything i find amazing about this place.
Maybe i havent found it yet?
(it's one of those days that i feel like, 'what am i doing here?'... Lately those days happen quite a lot. xx insert Akon's 'Lonely' song xx )
I wish i would wake up tomorrow morning on our bed in KL.
And we can live happily ever after.