Ouch

I know it is random but I miss the Gemuk and Da fei.

I miss those days of late night suppers at Jalan Song and Coffee bean and Macdonald’s and Siang Siang (OH!my apam balik!) and c*bai party cili padi.

I miss the morning breakfasts and right after that the guys had to send me to luxury places around Kuching to shit. cannot help it mah,habit what hehehe!

I miss how the boys just don’t mind finishing my leftovers which they later complain I’m the reason they’re growing sideways. (Yeah right!you both eat like obese giants loh!)

I miss our very own jokes, our laughter blend so well together when we laugh in pain and tears.

I miss my heart-to-heart talks with the men.

I miss how they are just a call/an sms away when I'm in desperate need to satisfy my monthly cravings.

I was lucky enough to have my flight delayed to attend the September babies’ birthday parties which I had so much fun =)

I'm grateful enough to have boy-friends like these to drop by my house even when I'm far away to fix my lousy webcam and skype, take my sister out for supper to dirty her mind like how they corrupted mine and have chitchats with my mum. So marhmallowy-sweet that my sister complained to me that mum bugged her to choose either one of them to be her son-in-law o.O so desperate?

I hope nothing changes when I fly back, that we still stick to each other like magnets of opposite poles.

I miss the boys so terribly it aches.