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I hate weddings. I hate big weddings even more. So expensive.

Does she think I am printing money just because I work in a bank? I don’t even know if I will get a bonus this year!

Last weekend’s drive at Sepang with Huat was great.

I like driving fast. Leng hates me driving fast. I wonder if I can convince Leng to have a cross-country driving honeymoon from Paris to Dakar?

But she just cares, that’s all. That is her love speaking. She takes my breath away, like an airbag in a car crash.

I remember reading a poem from a New Zealand poet in Hui Min’s book collection. It is like the poet was speaking my mind.

For ten seconds I fell
in love with you.

The first second we met.

You were buying recipes.

The second second we turned,
Taking pieces of each other out of our eyes.

The third second we held each other gently.
Your skin was a small kitten playing with a curtain.

The fourth second we kissed.

Front gates clicked against our fence.

I cannot remember the other six seconds. There was only Leng in my head by then.

Update: The poet is Glenn Colquhoun and that poem is from his anthology How We Fell.

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