It isn’t dawn yet, not quite. I open my eyes, hop out of bed. (The strange new/old bed in my parents’ house, no longer my home, not really – I have outgrown it.) I brush my teeth, quickly, furiously. Shower, dress, grab my bags. No need for breakfast, I will grab it on the way, at one of the rest stops or petrol stations along the highway. Some bitter coffee and doughnuts too sweet for words, a few quick bites for the calories. I’m driving back to you. I’m leaving Malacca behind, abandoning the town to the rubbish tourists and hordes of unwholesome relatives. I leave them in the distance. I’m coming home to you. I’m coming home to you.
Adele comes on the stereo: “There’s a fire starting in my heart / Reaching a fever pitch / It’s bringing me out the dark.” I see you in our living room, your eyes half-closed, singing this song, happy and lost in the song. You are bouncing and light and you have no idea how you start my fire, how the very thought of you brings me out of the dark. You stretch your hand out to me, grab me by the fingers and bring me to a dance. I’m coming home to you. I’m coming home to you.
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
When you are in his arms, I bet you’ll feel like you’re flying high above the world and it will never end. *double winks*
@jemima: Hahahaha… don’t go giving Devil a swollen head now… more than his already is! *snickers*
Just got home – left Malacca at 7:30am and reached KL two hours later, keeping to the speed limit the entire time. Now for us to freshen up and then head out for our first meal in the Dragon Year together. Yay.
This reminds me of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IylXiW3QyTU
@Michelle Chin: Haha, those girls are so lovely and what wonderful voices! Sweetness!
Eh, jam or not on your way back?
@Vern: Nope, no traffic jam at all – but then again, I was on the highway during the hours of 7:30am – 9:30am. Not sure about later in the day/evening.
gosh. i wrote a comment two days ago for your ‘abalone and mushroom’ entry, but then decided not to post it, cos your entry felt more like a personal dedication to the devil, and commenting on it seemed as intrusive as butting in on a phone conversation.
plus, my comment sounded flippant and possibly insensitive. but i did save it on my google mail, and now that you’re back, i can unveil what i wrote (if only to proclaim that i might be a modern-day prophet in the making):
“only 48 more hours till your ‘driving on the highway, leaving malacca in the distance. i’m coming home to you, baby. i’m coming home’ post!”
:D
@Sean: A personal dedication. No worries, my good man – any piece of writing that I’m posting on a blog that can be viewed by anybody and everybody must surely be both public and personal but not private.
Still… it’s fun that you didn’t post your comment till now for we now see that you are indeed prophetic. All hail soothsayer Sean! *winks*
Hehe do u guys text and call each other all the time when ur in each’s hometown? I bet you do :P
@Baby Sumo: Well… not all the time… but some. Heh.
I am sure you are glad that you are back HOME from home:D
@Quay Po Cooks: Oh you have no idea… *winks*
ah… the joy of reunion… the long (so it wud seem to lovebirds) wait is finally over… *sighs*… can only imagine the reunion scene between u n ur Devil… ;)
faster arrange a meetup wit me already… :P
@asstha: It’s quite an underwhelming scene actually… Devil went, “Oh you’re back ar?”
*guffaws*
How can you guys sound like you’ve just met even though you’ve been together for like FOREVER?? You simply MUST share some tricks and tips!! :)
@iamthewitch: Oh gosh, you make us sound so old. We totally have not been together forever – fourth anniversary is in March, so we are still young! Like lambs! *chuckles*
“Unwholesome relatives”?
@Michelle: Oh you know the ones I mean. *snickers*