again i caught myself staring into empty space. wth am i doing?
sometimes i wish i was back in brunei, sitting on the corners of those dirty pavements that were so unfriendly to our white school uniforms.
relishing that familiar smell of brunei despite the humid heat and dust that surrounds me. looking at the cars zooming by, some with their windows down, rnb blaring more than sufficiently loud.
a slight turn of the head at the sound of boys playing street futsal nearby. shouting unnecessary abuses just for the sake of the game.
just love it when the day turns orange and soon a deep crimson in transition to the magrib period when you can hear that familiar azan in the distant mosque. children running back inside obeying the call of babu.
a very much welcomed text message inviting you to an easy on the wallet trip to pasar malam, where the smoke from the ikan salai intoxicates you and savour the scents of kueh melayu and satay.
across the road, a few dull puddles here and there, in a country blessed with equatorial rain all year round.
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