still thinkin

i cant believe im still thinkin bout the trip...i mean for the ferst trip it wasnt even like this...
i miss them so freakin much...i really hope we can meet up again although the chances are how slim....
seein their enthusiasm bout the simplest things like learnin english (which we alwaes take for grANTED) jus touches your heart THERE...i miss muhib's azan...he's like soooo freakin good! and the kids in spore have to be forced to azan lah...bagaimana kamu bisa azan bagus begitu?...saya dengar sahaja..usaha sendiri...mengapa?kamu udah besar apa cita2 kamu?...oh saya mau jadi ustadz...supaya saya boleh menjadi org berguna...
like how many kids in spore will sae that?? i was so super touched by that...his younger brother muhajjirin said the same thing too...when separatin he cried everytime he looked at me....haiss.....kak di...jika enggak pulang lagi selalu saja telepon sini ya...jangan lupa saya.... hais...

we kept on playin chopchillichopchillichopchopchop with penuh semangat and de mubin pose...haha...and chicochachicocachicocacaca with the butts and all...the kids totally loved it!!

i miss my bunk mates...kak nana pipi and asi...i miss talkin to u guys at nite bout anitin and everythin...huddlin together cos scared out of our wits..and the accidental huggins at nite..sorrie asi for invadin in ur private space like everydae..haha and the nuttella and de digestives and de sardines which neva tasted so good...and the prayin for potatoes...

i realli miss the kids...only god knows how painful it felt to leave them after what we've gone thru...eatin with them was one of de best moments of each dae...kak di..saya tuangkan kamu air itu....that may be a very small gesture but its super sweet cos they went all out to find me a glass and they let me sit at a non dirty place...kak jgn lupa baca doa dahulu...oh and ill neva ever waste food again...i remember how akhbar and syamsul and faizal and tata ate up the food we bought for them..they made it look soo appetizin...

i miss FH and the kids there soo much...a special thanks to the teachers there too...for their kind hospitality and confidence in us...insyaallah kalau diizinkan we'll meet again....


All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I'm standin' here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye


But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn

The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn

Already I'm so lonesome I could die



So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me

Hold me like you'll never let me go



'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane

I don't know when I'll be back again

Oh, kids, I hate to go