I miss making kuih kapit/kuih belanda(Peranakan name)/love letters.... suddenly, all the cooking tips from my grandmother gushed out of that little space I kept muted since 10 years ago. I suddenly missed her. With more memories spat out, I'm missing home, missing Babi Masak Assam, missing Chap Chai, missing sambal belacan mum's style, missing so many things about home! I miss the nangka tree that bears the best nangka fruit!! I miss the smell of morning breeze back home. I miss my family most importantly.
I think I'm having that one day when emotions took over the conscience. I need rest
p/s : I hate deadlines! I so hate deadlines! I'm sacrificing an Awana Kijal stay for free coz of deadlines!!! FUCK!
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