Milk Tea

Milk Tea - A steaming mixture of creamy milk, or caffeine-filled tea - a cure for contagious infections of morning dregs.
Yet, its thickening brown textures

Milk Tea - A steaming mixture of creamy milk, or caffeine-filled tea - a cure for contagious infections of morning dregs.

Yet, its thickening brown textures and bittersweet aroma often evokes a tingle of nostaglia.

In 1970s, such elixir was transformed into precious wake-up drugs from stockings. Stockings after stockings, the product of miniscule holes and blackened surfaces soon withered into reels of history. Those good old  days when honking buses dominated the rural landscape of Hong Kong, and chopsticks and fishballs* mohopolize the so-called pearl fishing town.

I continue to seep the intense substance - mixed with one tinge of absolute sweetness as if a candy rainfall, and another with bitter caffeine essences that cure morning dregs. Slowly, open wounds flash in the bloodiest fashion;  sheer innocence in its fullest; or those kodak moments that deserve a tile of 'to the core of ripeness'.

Iced milk tea was another revelation. Perhaps because of its frozen nature, it is a the top of all wake - up drugs in the caffeine realm. Splashed with punches of frozen ice, it seems the end of a whirlwinding nightmare, or reversely the start of an apocalpse.

It is the angel who rescues those who are in sleep's vast deserts in the morning - pulling them away from society's abstract illusions on peace, happiness and truth. Yet, the iced beverage, if drank on a snowy evening, is a perfect symbosis of maliciousness and helplessness. The coldness simply drenches every drop of warmth out of your body. Or perhaps - provoking spine-tingling reminiscence: heart-wrenching deaths; muscle-aching break-ups/arguments and gut-breaking desolate moments. As if a flashback of death god reincarnate.

Instant or standard milk tea would be a part of my mutual symbosis with caffeine, or so I presume. Light brown, warm, a perfect division of bitter and sweet - it is the moderate combination. It appears to be the prototype to adhere to human needs and tastes of caffeine. Unlike its other cousins, standard/instant milk tea would not coax open wounds from a drained brain; nor would it break illusions of this ever-changing world. Frankly, it just awakens a tired mind.Sorry I have been busy and my muse was off the planet for a while. By the way, milk tea is a Southern China delicacy, so it tastes very differently from red tea & milk.