Mother

Mother remember when that day happened?
I took what was the most precious to you
Mother you were wailing and crying
I didn't know i could throw the knife that hard
Pierced dad, it did.

Mother remember when they said it was a freak accident?
And you accepted it, a freak accident.
Mother you still loved me
Even though deep down inside, you knew
I was a killer with a temper.

Mother remember that gash on your forehead?
Yet you were worried about the cut on my hand
Mother you still forgave me
After i wounded you with that shard,
Selfishly and angrily

Mother remember you said you loved me?
Not once did i reply
Mother you still stayed with me
Through the years i struggled
A delinquent after dad's death

Mother i found a note in your favourite book

"God please forgive him,
He made a big mistake
I've already lost my husband
I can't lose my son

God give me strength,
To live till the day i see my son
Free from his struggles
Smiling at me, saying i love you"

Mother remember when it happened?
I stole your car that night and saw a lady
by the roadside, she was searching for something
I was drunk and angry, rammed into her i did.

A second before the car hit her,
the headlights shone on her face
A face i know too well
those weary eyes, that have always said

I love you son

Mother I'm sorry.
Mother I love you

Eyes

I've seen a grown man in a suit, with a bouquet of bright coloured flowers in one hand and guiding his child who was barely 3 years old with the other. As he laid the flowers next to a gravestone, he stood there for a while and his eyes gave away. Eyes that tried to blink back tears, trying to be firm, for the child next to him. Eyes that were heartbroken deep inside.

The girl, who was wearing a black dress with a pink cap that had the words 'Happy Birthday Princess'  at the front of it, was still holding her father's hand. She could only look up at her father and contemplate as to why her father was so sad. Eyes so confused because he should be happy as it was Christmas Day and it was her birthday too. Eyes that were still too young to understand, that on the gravestone, was her mother's name. Passed away on the 25th of December.

2 in 1

Couples kissing, drunk passengers in the Underground or preferably called as the tube by Londoners, jackets, gloves, blonde hair, blue eyes, boomboxes, buskers, hot chocolate, i could go on for quite a while.

I've had the gratifying chance to be able to visit England for a lengthy period of time, and it has been quite a pleasant experience to say the least. The weather here right now is pretty cold, with reports of snow in the near future which i am pretty excited about. Jakun, to be precise.

Hot chocolate is the Milo here for me, consuming at least two cups a day whilst reading the novels I've brought to England. The Kite Runner is a really good read, so good that i bought the author's other novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns today. KL Noir's second installment (KL Noir: White) is also a good read, writers writing about the dark side of life revolving our beloved Kuala Lumpur.

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If you're a Malaysian reading this, and you're currently in Malaysia, you're really lucky. Being far away from my friends, the beautiful (and conisderably hot) weather, nasi lemak, teh tarik, roti canai, and a thousand more types of Malaysian delicacies (seems like i miss the food more than my friends), really makes me want to go home as soon as possible. Malaysia is a beautiful country, it is my country, and a sense of love towards it is undeniable.

Take a moment to appreciate the lovely things of our country, the weather, the environment, the food. There are of course unavoidable antipathetic things in our country, but what our community has mostly been doing, is acts of condemnation. Instead of condemning, why not advise? Instead of condemning, why not give ideas? Condemning would only go as far as to inculcate vexation in others. Less hate, more positivity. Your words and actions would make or break our country.

Negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku.