My Many Misses

I miss eating our Bak Kut Teh dinners in front of the telly. The ones where you eat all the bak and I eat most of the tau pok and tau ki. (I'm not a big fan of pork.)


I miss passing over my ewe chang to you whenever we have Hokkien Mee. (I do it cos I don't eat onions either.)


I miss the way you shake your spoon and whatever mee it is you have in your soup before feeding it to me. Even though you don't understand why I do it. But you do it anyways cos you know I always do it. (I'm not crazy. There's a reason to why I do it.)


I miss running down for Mega Pavilion hotdogs with you just cos we craved them so. Movie or no movie, we just wanted the hotdogs. With melted cheese on top.


I miss our Sunday morning Lor Mee breakfasts. And the way you place your hand on the small of my back while we cross the street to the coffee shop, from the illegal lot you always park at.


I miss your left hand holding mine while you drive. Too bad you're driving a manual now. I'd rather burn petrol than to not have my hand in yours. But I'm silly that way. Or at least I know you'd think I'm silly to think that way.


I miss racing around the neighbourhood we lived in with the Rexton top down. It was thrilling. I never thought you'd go for the idea but you did. And thinking back, I think the only reason you did it was cos it made me happy and estatic to feel the wind on my face.


I miss following you on your climbs up Penang Hill. And having you piggyback me just before we reach 46 cos you say that walking with me doesn't qualify as exercise.


I miss the times we went swimming at the pool downstairs. I remember how it took you a half hour just to get me into the feezing water. Haha. And I remember that you used to piggyback me in the water, too, cos I wanted to move around and play with water but was too lazy to move a muscle.


I miss the times you piggybacked me up and down the stairs of the old house. And even the time when you carried me on your shoulders cos we wondered if you'd be able to do it. Then we realised that with me way up there, we couldn't possibly get past the door frame. =p


I miss falling asleep beside you as you studied. But that was before we 'upgraded' to me falling asleep with my head on your lap while you studied with your textbook resting on my head. That way, we got to be closer to one another, I didn't have to sleep with the lights in my eyes, and you got to get your work done without having to worry that I wasn't getting enough rest or that I was bored.


I miss sitting next to you as you studied for your SPM. Doing nothing more than watch you study. And sure, at times I read. But... confession: I think the book read me more than I read it. =p


I miss watching back-to-back episodes of So You Think You Can Dance with you. On your lap. On your work chair. With my laptop propped in front of us and my external harddisk whirring by its side.


I miss the times you asked me to give you haircuts cos you didn't like what them Indian barbers did to your hair. I enjoyed it so much I didn't even mind the cleaning up after. I think it's cos it felt like you trusted me. That you believed in me. More than you believed in 'professionals' even. And that made me happy. That made it worth it. I'm sorry I cut you once, though. Not purposely wan. =(


I miss buying you Nike Tennis tees. Too bad they don't rock as hard these days. Am not too impressed with the current designs and lines so... no tees for you.


I miss doing laundry with you. Even when you drop my freshly laundered clothes on the sandy launderette cement floor. And even when you mix the colours of my clothes pegs. (I'm so anal with those things, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.)


I miss washing cars with you watching you wash cars. And taking pictures of you doing silly things while you're soaping Baby or any other car up.


I miss the time you blew soap bubbles at me just cos I said that it felt like a play-a-fool-at-the-patio day.


I miss the times you serenaded me with your guitar. I remember I even recorded it once. Just before you left for that continent that has kept you, to pursue your degree. You sang Sister Hazel's Your Winter cos you knew I loved the acoustic intro to the song. Yeah, you always amaze me with the many sounds you're able to create with six strings and a hollow block of womanly-shaped wood.


I miss the time you sang songs outside my bathroom door while I took my bath. Talking About A Revolution by Tracy Chapman was my favourite of that set of tunes. You sounded really nice singing it. I guess that's why I still remember it today. And gosh, it's already been 5 years since then.


I miss you being a 7-minute drive away. I miss you being in the same state as I am. I miss you being in the same country as I am. And I miss you being in the same continent as I am. Basically, I miss you.