morgueville,heartland living.

on those mornings, my parents would alternate making breakfast. pa will make milk tea with french toasts. and ma will make coffee with sugared bread. there is nowhere else can you find a better milk tea otherwise made by my dad. which ma attribute to the wonderful skills the Hainanese have when it comes to 'nai cha'. and ma is the reigning kopiqueen. my mum and i are the only people in the house who appreciate a good cuppa coffee. (and no. ultimate iceblendeds and mocha/rhumba frappacinos are not considered the cuppa we are talking about here so my sisters did not qualify.)

i believe in the yin and yang. i enjoy a pot of hot tea as much as a starbucks mocha or a simple cup of kopi my mum makes. there is the dark roasted bitterness which jolts you to an almost extreme core of oblivion. and suddenly you can see again. then there is the gentle subtlety that wakes you up with careful patience. the aroma is a sweet, diversed variety whilst it could be one that takes the nose of a hound to differentiate. i am not sitting on the fence, refusing to take either side. but rather i understands what tea and coffee offer. different magnitudes yet really, the same outcome.

same goes for cats and dogs. i am a cat-and-dog person.

i guess we are all searching for balance though we may not realise it. you try to balance when you stand on one leg and try not to fall. there are both sides to a coin. and karma teaches you what goes up must come down. try playing on a see-saw. balance is everywhere.

3 more weeks and 2 days. can't hardly wait to get out of that hellhole. but i'm still sick.
i need more kleenex.