tea or coffee?
waking high in the freezing cold morning of a country that is never yours sometimes alienates your senses to what it truly feels, add the nagging presence of the tag line "mothers know best", well for good fact i have not been with her for half of my life. how could someone really know me well if i have not seen here in my puberty days. when i graduated from highschool to college? when i had my first piercing, my first heartache, my intoxicating sessions with shadows, she was nowhere, now at this stage she acts as if she really knows me. too bad, too bad, even my closest friends can’t get through my head, those friends that stays with me 24/7 dont have any idea how i think, feel or even talk. i am amazed that one could truly say i will fail, well in fact i am already a failure. i can not fully fathom the stage of cruelty of such chaotic logic she brings in her own system, but this morning is not a good morning for me. what should i have? hmm…tea, or coffee? neither…i want freedom!
mau
MALAYA!
