"I Miss"- Part II
Verbal boogers by MephisLee

I miss waking up in my small bare room, the sun smiling at me through my dirty hibiscus patterned curtains. The smells of Subang Jaya ss15 permeating the air; sewage ,take away Chinese food, and cat feaces mingling with the stench of vodka and Product that seems permanently attached to my room. I miss the two minute walk to Taylors , out the front door, through the chipped cement courtyard with weeds peeking through the gaps, through the creaky front gate with a “For Sale” sign welded to it, and out onto the short stretch of road, bathwater from my mop-like hair showering my shoulders as I jog across the busy street.
I miss my breakfast of nasi lemak and Nescafe Iced Lemon Tea. I miss the quiet sober morning atmosphere of Aunties shop, where I read a chaper or two of any of Osho’s work and plan my day. I miss the gym, desolate and stripped to it bare necessities, the carpet stinking of sweat and the barbells and weights coated in a sheen of rust, grime and oil. I miss the fruit stall down stairs that sells slices of pineapple, water melons and honey dew melons that taste as if they were stolen from the Garden of Eden. The mango slices are wet and succulent to the taste.-unripe, sour and green on the outside, red, fleshy and oh so juicy on the inside, like some women I know.
I miss the clubs, dressing up, endless vodka shots, blurred vision and light feet. Popping, two stepping, thunda clapping my way across the dancefloor. I miss the chicks black white, Chinese, Indian, Hapa, different flavours, one game to balance it all out. Miss the Game. I miss making eye contact one..two…conversation, huge smiles, body contact, hugs, pecks, caresses, deep kisses. Miss the smses later in the night- “Interesting…should meet up…get to know you better..stimulating conversation…connections…miss you” I miss the dates, the nervousness, the rush of adrenaline contrasting with the calm, sure smile and direct prolonged eye contact. Love cutting her down when she tries to act confident by sprinkling cocky all over her utterances. Love the shocked look in her eyes as her defences come crashing down, to rest at my feet in a crumpled unrecognizable heap. I miss grabbing her attention vocally, stimulating her imagination, journeying with her to realms of ecstasy, losing myself in the Game, the coffee gone cold. Miss not being able to break eye contact with her, and loving it!! Damn!! Love the excitement, the wetting of lips, physical arousal, foot shuffling beneath the table….love them all-every single hung up on ex-bf, flaky, conniving ,sex addicted one of them..
Love driving down the jammed highways, screaming along to the tunes on the radio, motorist glaring, smiling indulgently and cursing at me. Love Grandmas prawn sambal , love Grandpas repetitive questions. Miss the goddam playful cocker spaniel that needs so much petting and affection. Miss clear Malaysian night skies…the smell of brine in Redang , the rural quiet of the stray path in Langkawi, with the little kampong boy resting on his broken bicycle. I miss the bustle of KLCC, Central Market, miss KLIA and the emotions it arouses each time I step into it…
Alar..I miss Malaysia, lah!!