Over A Cup Of Coffee


The reflection of the clean full-pane glass window mirrored us... Exactly like how we appear, an opposing manner...

There we were once again in that little cafeteria. Maybe people like it there because it is so small there was barely any space spared for formality. Everything looks so intimate, so family-like... the people, the furniture and even the air, felt so close, so familial. Under all the layers of complicated scents, what is it?

Maybe... That's what it is.

Over this coffee table is a person. A person whose existence I knew of and took noticed of for a sum of a few hundred days and some millions of hours... We fitted perfectly in this melodrama the cafe had set. The scent of freshly grounded coffee, cinnamon, and freshly baked croissants. Ah... Croissants, about to be filled with tuna freshened with sliced tomatoes, cucumbers and lettuce had it, my favourite savoury.

It pulled off. We did too.

The creaming and icing came in aptly as if planned, a soft classic was playing in the background filling the gaps in the air...

We, as usual had our little introductory talks just like the previous days. Nothing too deep nor shallow working at the right amount of mathematics. To be frank, I am not ready to commit these conversation anywhere more than this. This same coffee table would be my best alibi, serving like a recording device, if only...

Whats keeping my presence from coming back tomorrow is the refreshing aroma that vapours itself from my cup. It is similiar to some kind of ritual, or rather, routine... Like how the miners used to clock in and clock out...

As the Earth revolves, the fashion statement evolves, the aroma of coffee changes.

Turning Back To Blogging


It has been probably two years since I blogged publicly. I do blog occasionally but its more of a hidden blog where only those really close to me know of its existence. Honestly, I am blogging again because I miss the fun of creative writing. Posting absolute gibberish with style and total nonsensical flair is something I really miss. Apart from the tedious academic writing and quick boring posts that relates my life... I don't do much writing.


The true confession is; I am afraid that my artsy fartsy side of writing would soon wear out as formal writing is slicing it bit by bit. I am also shocked at how bad my spelling became from all these lack of writing while the speed of it plunging downwards could cost me a hefty speeding ticket on the road. The cause of it? I blame my lazy self. The short forms I indulged on instant messaging and SMS is really eating my language. Not that I had really good language command before this... and thats the big problem. I can't let it go lower than before.


I remembered how I started routine blogging in my sixth form with a fellow classmate/friend Cheng Sim. We wanted to get at least a Band 5 for our MUET exam and thought that we need to practise writing 'cause our writing were not really flattering. Thus we started blogging a lot. Made lots of friends and had lots of fun hiding our blogs from nosy classmates and schoolmates. Now I am going to blog like before to improvise the English. I abhor the sight of my deteriorating language commands. English gone bad has a company, that is Malay gone rusty... due to lack of practise. I can't write proper Malay anymore. I was used to acing Malay in school and my teachers were proud of me 'cause I am one of the very few non-malay that can score on Bahasa Malaysia. Now... its like I can't even write a sentence of formal malay without it sounding really broken.


What am I to do? I might occasionally blog in Malay to sustain it from being too rusty. Welcome gibberish! :) I feel a sense of excitement!!!