Australia's celebrated raya a day earlier. on a monday. the day seems very routined for me. going abt doing my own stuffs. there was no point really. i reckon. for obvious reasons.


today i woke up at 6am. and felt all mushy and sad.
i wuld gif anyting just to hear my dad saying the takbir at the mosque. i miss that. and him. and the whole family.
i didnt get to speak wif him in the morn due to uni. and i didnt haf any credits left on my phone. i had to wait till the late evening wen i heard all their voices. and i tink dad's a bit upset wif me.
haiz!