Most importantly, it's Ain and Nana that I really miss.

I begin to miss the memories back in college time.

Waking up lazily in the morning, attending the classes half-heartedly, and rating the boys that were passing in front of us -Nana, Ain, me- and tiru-ing during quizzes. Not during real exams or even midterm because I was pile of chicken-shits. I was scared to do so.


But what I really miss are karipaps and teh ais during lectures, lying on Ain's bed, laughing and joking around the night before final exams, manual registration, Ain and Nana's craps about diet and exercising, gathering during lunchbreak, ciggie-time at Sungai Pusu, and assignments' deadline.


Not to forget, stalking Indonesian classmates.



Dying to re-live in this phase.