again i find myself at the university cultural centre.
attending yet another malay production.
(this time with subtitles-grins)

and ironically,
as much as i scorn myself for making an appearance
it became clear to me
as soon as the performance came to a close
i was glad i attended through the doors of the theatre
something about melayu

each and every issue raised throughout the entire production
truly real-time occurring happening
teenage pregnancy
and of cos, the subsequent abortion or the thought of it
batam-going pakciks/datuks (whichever you prefer)
perceptions of the tudong girl
incline towards divorcing
everything
the whole works.
something about melayu

the rhetoric asked at the end was the ultimate.
why
bother
?

sets me thinking.
reality bites back.
HARD