Missing secrets you will find in your heart

I secretly miss Kuala Lumpur;
I secretly miss the hostel.

I secretly miss smoking at the front porch.

I secretly miss climbing the upper deck of the bed.
I secretly miss the train rides.

I secretly miss how night falls.

I secretly miss the cheap thrills.

I secretly wish I'm back there again.

But I am there, in my heart at least.

*Special thanks to Miss Crushpaper for the trip,

the awesome Hujan boys and the most lovely Raingers.

Til' we meet again, July 2010.