Somebody Fine Will Come Along...

Long before I discovered your little town north of Nibong Tebal I'd imagined somebody fine will come along to make me forget about loving you. But you know me better. Around this time of the year, I'd put on my riding gear and pack everything I own in this world into a bag not bigger than your pillow to ride at 220 kph thinking of you while the trees disappear from the corner of my eyes in a blur greenish patches like watercolor.

Somewhere between Kuala Kangsar and Taiping I try to call you on the phone to ask about the weather in your little town but the truth is, I want to hear your voice. The truth is I want to paint in my mind the way you look at me to say 'jangan bawak laju-laju'. The truth is I'm dying inside to be with you this very instant and that got me to ride faster and faster because I've gotta be in your little town before dark.

Somebody fine will come along one fine day. And I believe that somebody fine is in Damascus which is much much too far and too bothersome for me to put on my riding gear and pack everything I own into a bag not bigger than a pillow to ride at 220 kph so I can go see her to say we need to get married.

As for today, a little town called Sungai Bakap is good enough, until somebody fine comes along, that is.