I read in public, in Malaysia. So what?

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I currently live in Kuching. My poor time management and non-existent of washing machine used to draw me to one of those 24-hours laundry service.

While waiting for 40 minutes wash and 30 minutes drying session, books became my constant companion.

One time I brought along one of Lauren Willig’s and my brother to my laundry session.

“Stop laughing, people are looking at you”, my poor little brother told me.

Then I realised once again Willig managed to crack me up through her witty characters.

But I thought it was not just the fact I burst out laughing in public grabbed people’s attention, also the fact I had a book in between my hands caught their eyes.

Here in Malaysia, it is hard to see people read in public. When coffee shops in some countries are known for the place to read and drink coffee, but here no matter how trendy the cafes are, it has been turning into kopitiam. Loud conversation buzzed through the atmosphere.

In a laundry shop where the sound of the machines were almost inaudible (sometimes), I thought it would make a perfect place to read.

Nonetheless, I like to read in public. Sometimes it is the only way to disconnected myself from my surroundings, be it from the sounds of chatty atmosphere or tumbling dirty laundries.

The Twilight Saga

Why do you think teenage girls are in love with the Twilight Saga?

It is because Stephanie Meyer managed to build an alternative fantasy for them to escape. Bit of them are insecure and seek for that extra ordinary in their lives in which they can see in Bella.

Then they are long to have male figure who yearn for them above anything else in this world, even if it is beyond human comprehension just like Edward wanting Bella.

Because teenage girls also wanted to believe they must be special in one way, a hidden talent or gift so out of the world just like the ‘shield’ in Bella’s mind.

These are why teenage girls love Twilight saga. It feeds the insecurity and ego.

In ten years’ time, it comes in the name of Fifty Shades of Grey.

So here is The Weeknd’s OST for the movie.

Book and Coffee or Tea

 

Few years ago, when I was still in my undergraduate years, whenever I read in my hostel room I imagine myself reading in a café with a cup of tea in an arm reached.

My bunk bed was my retreat. I usually did not have any drinks with me

With a budget of a student, although I did not have a study loan I was fully relying on my parents. It broke my heart every time I had to ask for extra money from them before pay day.

So I couldn’t ask for extra money just for me to indulge my fantasy of reading in a café with latte, couldn’t I?

There is something about reading and sipping coffee or tea to be considered as a pleasure.

If it is in the morning, coffee would be good to me.

If it is in the evening, tea would be perfect.

So here I am here in a café called The Coffs, located just at the corner of Lane Building. When I walked past this shop few days ago I knew I must try this place out.

I knew I had to come back here again with a book and order a cup of coffee or tea.

Since it is five in the evening, I ordered tea.

Earl Grey, that is.

My book? Kitty and Virgil by Paul Bailey. A random book I bought from Smart. Yes, there is a bookstore in Malaysia called Smart.

Perhaps only smart people go there.

Perhaps smart people came up with the store.

As much as I enjoy my me time with a book and coffee or tea. My elder sister is with me. She is having caramel latte.

No coffee art. The caramel was drizzled messily on the coffee form. “It’s cold,” she said. Commenting on the latte she’s having.

There is nothing in my mind actually, except my boyfriend; my government servant boyfriend who is now in the middle of nowhere on a Penan longhouse.

“I am serving the rakyat,” he said.

Did he safely arrive? I pray he did.

 

Here I am, in this café I randomly chose; I like it except the people in the next table. I hope they will be little bit quieter.

Suddenly I miss that bunk bed of mine. At least that bunk bed is silent.

I hope the next time I choose a café; it would be just me, a book and coffee or tea.

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