I'm Coming Home

It's funny, that when the mind is preoccupied - you tend to think less mou liew stuff. They often said, "an empty mind is the devil's workshop". It's when you end up a lil' bit more free than usual, you suddenly phase away and start to ponder random stuff. Here's a few things that popped into my mind when my mind relaxed after finally completing my 6000 words essay.

1) I've been fallin' ill very easily these days. First it was that flu + cold + sorethroat combo from hell, then it was the annoying constant pain in my chest/lungs... Now, its the headache and more than usual occurance of nose bleed. Hmmm... Maybe I've got leukemia? I don't have much long more to go people.

2) My 2 only exams. One on 26th May; one of 30th May. Both of them 2 hour essay paper. This is by far the most simple yet for the first time, the exams I have not a clue on what to revise on. I'm screwed.

3) My trip to Malaga, Spain on 9th June - 13th June. Can't wait to spend those sunny days in the Costa del Sol with my closest friends.

But the thing that really caught me good... I'm coming home soon. It's finally summer, after one whole shitty year, I made it. My plane ticket is booked for 15th June... After a tedious 13 hours flight I land in the evening of 16th June. Summer blues... What's summer going to bring me THIS time?

I just realised something. The place which I hold much of my memories and emotions... Is surprisingly... KLIA. 6 years of "welcome home" and "goodbye"... So much memories, so much emotions. It's so intense, my family don't even bother sending me to KLIA anymore - they just ask me to take the KLIA Ekspress instead... The intensity is just too much to bear. My stone cold heart would normally block out these feelings like what I did for the past 6 years, but no one's perfect.

This summer, it's going to be different. The last time I said goodbye, I said it in the airport, even if it meant waiting for an hour to say it. It was hardest goodbye I ever had to say... Lil' did I know it was the last goodbye I needed to say. I din't even get a chance to hear "welcome home".

I fear... I fear the airport. I fear unable to hear "welcome home". Somehow, I din't want "goodbye" to the the last words.

Yet, I would have nothing to say... At all.

I left with a heavy heart, I shall come home with an even heavier heart; when I left the airport it was empty, when I come home it shall be very very very empty.