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2014 started on a balcony overlooking the night sky of KL, with champagne and watching the entire city light up in fireworks from afar. 

No I didn't get a degree, or earn my first pot of gold. I didn't cure cancer neither. 

I (very stressfully) finished my college education, sat for A2, and got relatively satisfactory results. I stepped out from the continent of Asia, and visited Australia. I started university, and managed to survive thus far, three quarters of the first semester.

I grew up, maybe a little, maybe a lot. And I learnt how to be the best I can be for somebody else, and accept the flaws in relationships. I learnt to see through (most of) what society thinks is 'good' or 'bad' and judge for myself. Blocking out shallow, judgemental comments made life far easier, and more enjoyable. People who really care won't give a damn on what you wear, or how many parties you go to, or how well you talk. They love you for who you are, be it a silent, dull introvert or an ever-talking social butterfly, a spider-legged model who's 5'8 and a size 2 or an ordinary with a slight tummy and self managed bangs. If a person's attention and affection came with a contract, demanding certain conditions, or things expected in return, it's not real, heartfelt love that you signed up for.

I'm still working on this, trying to believe that I'm worth more than I think I do, that I deserve to be the happiest I can get and to be wanted for the way I am, imperfect but true. I try to let go and detach from those that/who bring more stress and hatred than joy, and be grateful and embrace those that/who make me look forward to tomorrows. I have come to realised that my family may love me in very different ways, sometimes it doesn't even look a tiny bit like love, but they'll always love me anyways. 

17 hours to a brand new year. I hope that you're ready to take a step forward, and I hope that this step brings you to somewhere greater.

make my wish come true

all I want for Christmas is you


(and maybe a whole list of things I have no money to buy)

thanks Santa

we had it all

but words, they don't really promise anything

His daughter

I was seven

We moved into the coziest single-storey terrace house

You had a clinic of your own now

An attached washroom and a black plaque by the entrance 

Your name imprinted in gold

I didn't understand the switch to somewhere further from home

The nights spent alone in a room that smelled like mom's lab

Because it was 'too far' to come home

The only cool part was the washroom 

It was the school holidays

Mom brought me to work

I thought that her job was pretty boring 

All she did was to stare into the eyepieces of a microscope

The fingers on her right hand skilfully pressing the buttons on the counter

I spun myself on the black high-stool Occasionally setting the counter back to zero

Fascinated by the sharp ring that sounded like a typewriter 

I tried looking into the microscope

Pink and purple beats or even blue

The colours were pretty

But all the slides looked the same to me

(They still do)

I was getting impatient

Because all I wanted was pastry from Deli France downstairs

I was twelve 

We moved again

Your new room has no washroom

And the tiles weren't shiny like before

But the room was still cool because it was the first one upon entering the hospital

You had your own waiting area

And the lounge in this new hospital had doughnuts and machine-made Milo

I was thirteen

School started at one

I followed mom to work in the morning

No more microscope now

But she was still dealing with the pretty pink beats

Except that they were pictures in her computer being arranged into PowerPoints 

She shared her room with a Burmese lady who did the same thing too

And sometimes she sent us the most wonderful Burmese laksa 

I wonder where she is now

After PMR

I followed you to work

I wasn't allowed in the room

Just behind the counter

Typing names and pasting stickers

And sometimes fetching files and papers from the lab

People asked me if you were my dad

I nodded

Almost too proudly

At nineteen

It is lunch time

Mom is waiting in the car outside

I peep into your clinic to see if there are still cases left unseen

A patient greets me with the same question

I nod

Still proud 

She asks me if I am going to be a doctor too

I nod again

Even prouder

The drought was the very worst

Last weekend was possibly one of the best weekends, for this year at least. It wasn't much, it wasn't fancy. Just 5 girls, making a mess in the kitchen, had way too much desserts, and camping in the living room, talking till 4 something in the morning. I will always be more comfortable with old friends.

Talking to them put a lot of things into perspective. It made me realise that despite it all, I am still allowed to share whatever that's been circulating in my head. Listening to them taught me that I'll never be alone.




Sometimes, when I'm left alone with my thoughts, I feel suffocated. My airway blocked by an invisible source of forces. I scan around, trying not to panic, as I struggle to make out the cause of my choking. I keep searching, but no voice escaped my throat as I try to scream. Upon giving up, I realise that all along, I've been standing in a room surrounded by mirrors, my own hand clutching my neck.

"It's not as bad as it seems," they say. So am I suppose to divide everything by half?

Update

It's the fifth day into December, probably my favourite month of the year. Having holidays and celebrations to look forward to, and a brand new year coming along. I love new things, or just the idea of a chance to start again. I blame it on my terrifyingly short attention span, and getting bored of things way too soon.

I know I haven't been blogging as frequently as before, reason being I've decided to write in my journal instead, because some struggles are just too personal to be shared. I'm not a person who find 'talking things out' useful. Especially when it only involves me and my internal struggles. It's not that I don't rant, but I never seem to be comfortable to blurt out all my feelings and problems like the way I complain about a rude person I met as I queued up to get lunch. But that's a problem too because I can be really troubled or moody all of a sudden and nobody knows why, which I know is kind of annoying.

I can't believe that I'm already more than half way through my first semester! 2 more months to finals, and it's another whole new semester. And I thought that 5 semester is going to take forever. But again, I thought that college was going to take a lifetime too. Can't say that my life sucks, but I do have a horrible schedule, mainly because they're making us do all kinds of useless crap. And I think that there is too much time wasted in between, partly also due to my lack-of-initiative to grasp every spare minute I have to perform my duty as a student (ie. Study), but the campus is so congested you can't really expect people like me to be able to concentrate on lecture notes when you have so many people doing so many things all around me.

Okay this entry is going nowhere so I'm just gonna go to bed and wake up to a great weekend.

pre-destruction

one of the best banana leaf rice chapati I ever had

asked for chapati instead of rice because I wanted to save my stomach for 3 rounds of the vege and mango (top left corner, best thing ever)

behind the glamour

growing up, i've learnt to accept that even the shiniest things had either experienced, or will experience a rusty phase, or maybe it was flawed all along but it was clever enough to keep it's imperfection hidden from the world

the universe if fair like that

I've been doing some thinking throughout the entire week.

How do medical students have the same duration of 24 hours per day and juggle their time between:

- keeping up with lectures (at least read whatever that's been taught on that day)

- attend lectures (and stay awake during lectures)

- understanding the lectures

- reading from sources beyond the lecture notes

- revise previous lectures (currently 2 file-full after 3 months)

- remember whatever revised

- sleep by midnight

- maintain or expand social circle (catch up with old friends and meet new ones)

- keep track with society

- keep track with entertainment (ie. movies and series)

- keep their hobbies (ie. leisure reading)

- not get fat (because 8am lectures and coffee vending machines)

- exercise at least twice a week (haven't done so in idk-I-can't-even-remember)

- spend time with family 

- not feel retarded when you can't answer a question and your coursemates can

- have faith that you'll make it through

- making it through

- getting something that's more than a 'pass'

- still be sane after that

Sometimes I think that we are more like magicians in training.

soul sister

A Sunday morning spent taking the LRT to Sentral, meeting the best friend and taking her to the city center via her first Monorail ride.

Breakfast consisting a bowl of long-craved beef noodles and 2 overpriced Popiah at Rm3 each.

Walking the whole of Pavilion in search of the perfect dessert and ended up with dark chocolate + matcha soft serve in Tokyo street.

Free loading samples of  posh-looking cakes from the new Lavender Patisserie, Nitrogen ice cream and herbal tea (LOL).

Walking to Imbi as an excuse to past by Starhill Gallery, taking the glass elevator deliberately although the escalator was obviously more time-efficient, then strolling around in the almost-empty Fahrenheit 88.

Finally settling down in Tous les Jours for more carbs, thinking that we would leave at 4pm. Snoozed till 4.30pm and it began to drizzle. Watched as drizzle turned into rain, and rain into storm. Joked about having dinner and supper in TLJ and spend a night in Grand Mellennium. Wondered how umbrella vendors appeared suddenly out of nowhere.

Finally decided to detach our butts from the chairs and head towards the Monorail station, and parted in Hang Tuah.

KL City had never felt more like home.

I believe that there are quite a few people that would go to TLJ with me.

But as for one that is willing to sit by a counter-top with me overlooking the busiest cross-junction in the city, sharing a Pain au Chocolat and a huge sweet potato bun, sipping 2 bottles of Snappers, watching the clouds dominating the glaring afternoon sun, knowing that there was a storm coming, and yet still willing to be my sole company for 3 hours straight?

One that appreciates my silent observation of strangers dashing across the roads despite the working traffic lights and the trays of food emerging from the kitchen, and also managing to come up with random topics to babble about for 3 hours straight?

One that listens to all my nonsense without judging, without trying to fix me or the situation, and just listen?

One that speaks about her own issues and doesn't expect me to come up with a solution either?

One that's perfectly okay when I've gone all quiet to allow my mind to drift a little after a few conversations?

I don't think that I'm capable of meeting many of these people.

But one is enough, and I can't be more grateful for her.

Tuesday

Today: morning lecture by a Burmese lecturer who was 20 minutes late, PBL discussion that ended with sexual function issues, surprising a college friend,  red velvet cake and free-loading Papa John's  for lunch, blogging (when I was suppose to be studying) in the library  while waiting for my 4.30pm clinical skills session.

So I'm at that point of my life when my Google search engine's latest history is filled with words like 'autacoids', 'antihistamine' or 'therapeutic index', and my table half-occupied by 2 files of lecture notes, a pathology text book and an ancient pharmacology reference book passed down from my mom. 

It's just the beginning, they say, and I don't doubt it. 

On the bright side, I don't mind having my life dominated by medicine, not yet at least. Although this path promises nothing but major sleep deprivation somewhere down the road and maybe a little loss or gain of weight due to immense stress and the stacks of ever-expanding notes alongside the knowledge that's going allow me to save lives someday, I hope I'll never truly mind dedicating my life to this line of profession. I hope by the end of the day, I'll be able to say that I wouldn't have it any other way.

Me: *beaming in excitement* So what's for lunch?

Him: *shrugs* Dunno? For life, you la!

He comes up with the best replies and comebacks all the time but he'll also be very satisfied and proud of himself so I don't even bother giving any credits. I mean, he's already drowning himself with self-compliments. Why should I add on to it and make him feel like some immortal super-being? (Lol I still love you) But even I was impressed with this one, so I figured it deserves to be featured here.

I just want you to know that we are all made of flaws, thousands and millions of flaws. There are so much more of what we cannot do than what we can. We're not born to be perfect or to impress. We're not born to be accepted by everyone we come across. But there will always be those handful of people who manage to see beyond your imperfection, or maybe they just couldn't care less of what you aren't and what you'll never be. They don't want perfection, they just want you because that's all they care about, you.

For whatever you're trying to do, whoever you're striving to be, they'll always be sticking around, ready to catch you if you fall. They'll always be on stand-by mode to be leaned on when you're tired from working too hard to be THAT version of yourself you desire to be, and silently wishing that their opinions and their acceptance were enough to give you all the assurance you need. 

To do

8 months.

I'm pretty sure our honeymoon period is quite over now, I think, but that doesn't mean we can't do stuff that makes life look a little bit more like a fairytale right? I know, my daydreams and I. But I swear these are pretty legit.

1. Lie on the grass, under a sky full of stars - I don't care how overrated this is, it may only seem sweet in movies and our skins may itch and we may be attacked by mosquitoes, but allow me to daydream until I find out myself

2. Movie marathon with ice cream and cookies - since you like vanilla and I'm all chocolate, let's get peanut butter ones

3. Drive for hours - to wherever, be it for a day trip or spend a night, being in a confined space, just you and me and the highway sounds as good as cendol on a sunny day

4. Spend a whole day on the beach - build sand castles and watch the sunset, or basically just any sunset anywhere because I know you'll never agree to wake up for sunrise lol

5. Talk, not about school or people or whatever that's going on - talk, about you and me, about us and about our dreams

6. Bake or cook - and mess up the kitchen, and maybe the food, or getting me frustrated and end up taking over everything instead, but it will be interesting

7. Go to a theme park - just us (you know I'd insist on Disneyland if the nearest one isn't 4 hour by plane)

8. Tour KL city like a tourist - ie. Public transport, tourist attractions, getting lost and food from Petaling Street

Thank you, for always being here for me, for tolerating my nonsense, for making me laugh in the middle of an argument. You're another kind of fairytale. The kind that makes me feel like a princess who had found her prince, the kind that doesn't need a castle or a fire-breathing dragon, the kind that makes me want to wake up every morning. Fairy dust fades and gets blown away by the slightest wind, but your kind of magic gets stronger with every hurricane.

Thank you, for being a wishing well that actually works, for making granting my wishes your life purpose. You spoil me, and I'm not complaining. But sometimes I wish you would tell me what you want instead and let me spoil you a little bit too.

As much as I'm into overrated fairytale stories about a prince in shining armor, I'm well aware that what we have, what our relationship really is, is way more than bedtime stories told to little girls. We have our own story line, our own kind of kingdom that we're building, that is worth drawing our swords for. It's not wanting to see each other all the time, it's wanting to be the one you come back to after a long tiring day. It's not just laughing at your jokes, it's willing to hear you rant about that asshole you encountered today.

It's knowing that whatever you do, wherever you are, we'll always have each other.

"In its own microscopic way, becoming cancerous is about the most glamorous and successful thing a cell can do. An ordinary, non-cancerous cell is a plodding drone of a thing ... it beavers away for its genetically allotted span, reproduces itself by splitting into mother and daughter cells, dies. [By contrast], the cancerous cell wants to go places, do things that its parents never had the chance to do. A cancer cell is the one that never grows up, [that] bears all the nastier traits of reckless youth. It defies order, goes where it likes and above all believes itself to be immortal ... the cancer cell would live for ever [sic] were it not that doing so does away with the host upon which it needs to live."

- Because Cowards Get Cancer Too, John Diamond

Babble

Another entry typed as the train travels south, racing towards life, away from home. I'm addicted to the feeling of being around my family, although I spend quite a few minutes convincing mom that my little brother is an inconsiderate brat has the mentality of a toddler. Maybe a little hint of hyperbole but it's pretty much a sheer, lucid, translucent truthful statement that no amount of justification can convince me otherwise.

But I figured that I shouldn't write about home and all the perks that come along with these four beautifully arranged alphabets. Instead, I'll come out with another list, about myself. How exciting is that?

1. I'm a classic introvert. 

But that doesn't mean that I'm always that silent, withdrawn creep that judges everybody from a far corner, never bothering to introduce myself to anybody or start conversations of any kind with strangers. I am capable of taking the first step in developing acquaintanceship among strangers, or be the person who comes out with the key idea in a group discussion, or have fun talking nonsense and laughing at jokes in a party. 

I have higher tolerance over silence. In fact, I think the difference between introverts and extroverts is that we value, and need, silence more. We (or maybe it's just me) don't need to have a lot of people around us all the time, because being alone is fine too, it brings a kind of peace that is rather comfortable. Being alone doesn't mean that I'm lonely. As cliche as it sounds, one can feel lonely even when surrounded by hundreds of enthusiastic people. Sometimes, big noisy crowds are just too overwhelming. I'll always prefer small, close groups, so that everyone (be it just 2 or 3 person) pays attention to everyone. I think, attention means everything in all relationship. We don't need to be always talking, but at least when we do, listen and response.

2. I'm a reader, but only when it comes to romantic novels or series that are eventually made into films that people who does serious reading (ie. literature-sort-of-reading) call 'overrated' or 'poorly written' or 'shallow'.

I like chick flicks, I'm in love with Sophie Kinsella and Meg Cabot. I've read every single book by Jodi Picoult, most by Nicholas Sparks, Julia Quinn, Jennifer Smith, Cecelia Ahern and John Green. I have the entire 'I Am Number Four' series, and the Hunger Games and Divergent. I love the Twilight Saga (the books not movies), I don't even feel like reading Inferno now because it's too deep and intense. 

The only classics I've finished are Hamlet, A Tale of Two Cities, Silas Marner and A Midsummer Night's Dream, because we had literature sessions for my English tuition in high school. She taught us the Rhyme of an Ancient Mariner too but I can only recall a huge bird and water everywhere.

3. I don't believe in ghosts (or God or any supernatural power), but I don't watch horror movies (and I attended Sunday School and Dharma classes).

4. I don't believe in the 'one true love' theory,  but I hope that it exists.

I think, who you end up with all depends on the paths you take, the decisions you make and the chances you didn't let slip between your fingers. Of course also factors like geography and timing.

But I hope that there is that special someone made specially for you in heaven, that you'll find each other one way or another. Then at least everybody will have somebody somehow.

5. I've been playing classical music since I was like... 5... I've been to recitals, concerts and performances, even by MPO, but the only one I really enjoyed was the Disney themed one when I was quite young, and I always feel sleepy watching sopranos. And I hate Bach. 

6. I've come to acceptance that I can't do sports or games for nuts. I can't sing or act to save my life, or draw well enough to earn me a meal. I don't have the imagination to come up with scenarios that can intrigue people, or enough vocabulary to write a story that exceeds two pieces of paper.

But I'm quite convinced that I can cook and bake, and take pictures attractive enough to show off what I cooked and baked. 

7. I've also come to understand that I don't have the discipline to go on a diet. 

What if I die tomorrow? I will die regretting that I didn't eat that slice of chocolate cake and deciding to have salad instead of fish and chips last night.

And please, how is a scoop of peanut butter ice cream and buttermilk waffles going to make me fat? Me walking to the ice cream shop, thinking of what flavour to get, breathing in that lovely smell of fresh waffles consumes enough ATP to burn a quarter of the calories on that plate.

8. I like Taylor Swift's music.

I don't care if she's shallow and whinny and only disses her ex boyfriends. Her music speaks to me.

9. I like a couple of songs by One Direction. But I can't stand the band. Wait are they even a band? 

Their songs can be really sweet, they speak to me too. But I'll always pretend that it's just one guy singing them and try not to think of Harry Styles' face. Same goes to Justin Bieber. In his case, a REAL guy with better hair and a better attitude.

 

Can't explain why. Maybe I'm just a rebel like that? Something about people (and things) that went viral all of a sudden. Like the Harlem Shake or the planking trend (which imo just shows how much our mentality has deteriorated throughout generations). 

10. I wanted (and will always want to) be a vet.

I'm scared of all insects (and fleas that come with most mammals), snails, leeches, lizards, spiders, worms, caterpillars (which become butterflies so I don't like butterflies too), fish... I think I'm afraid of most animals except for small mammals. I mean, I'm okay with the idea of lions and tiger but they eat people so I guess they're not that favorable too.

I'm disgusted by poo and pee. Basically body liquids. But not blood. I'm fine with blood, be it a drop or a pool of blood, stained on my clothes or my hands. 

I think the meat section in the market it gross.

I chose medicine instead, because I wanted to, and it's a way smarter choice.

I'll never pet stray dogs and cats because I can't help but think of the millions of microorganism that will stick to my hands if I do.

I've passed by dogs that were lying by the road, injured and did nothing to help, numerous times.

But a part of me still wants to be a vet. As superficial as it sounds, I think it might be my purpose or my calling but I chose to defy it, because I don't think that I can do it.

Cuz home

things only i get :

dad clenching my upper arm, as if he's trying to suffocate it, when we cross the road

dad getting me cheesy wedges when he takes away KFC for supper

dad making faces at me when he's pumping petrol

dad tapping my shoulder and pretending like he didn't

dad poking my back when i walk in front of him

dad tempting me to get bubble milk tea when we fetch sis to ballet lessons

dad eating half of my ice cream in one bite 'accidentally' then laughs as i groan in frustration

dad forcing me to make him instant noodles because apparently i do it best

***

mom taking me out for kopi and roti bakar dates

mom teaching me what shes looking at under the microscope

mom giving me the most meaty and beautiful part of a crab

mom telling me about her uni life as i lie on her bed at night

mom always loving what i cook

mom forever asking if i have enough money (lol)

mom telling me that i'm mad for carrying the dslr but end up loving all the pictures i take

mom asking me to go on a diet with her and telling me that i don't need to

To err is human

Not writing about errors tonight, but I sat through a torturous 1 hour of lecture on patients' safety this morning and this phrase was the only thing that is worth recalling so I'm just gonna give it some credit right here.

My thoughts, are almost made out of paradoxes. I'm pretty much convinced. I spend a lot of energy, since young, teaching myself to refrain from jealousy or envy, but I also always tell myself to never settle, or be totally satisfied. All my life, I've believed that jealousy means all harm and no good. It makes a perfectly contented person unhappy. It changes people, it makes you forget your initial motives of doing something. It's because of jealousy that people want more of what they already have (which is probably more than they need), not just for the benefits of themselves, but also for the eyes of the others. It's as pointless as starving yourself to get Orlando Bloom's second glance when Miranda Kerr wasn't even good enough for him. 

Somebody having something doesn't mean that you need to be on par too, in order to be as competent. If someone's recognition requires you to be something you're not, then maybe that recognition isn't worth as much as you think it does. It's just that, I really stand by the saying 'those who matter don't care, those who care don't matter'. Let's just say, the amount of crap I give about you is directly proportional to the weigh of your opinions about me. 

That's mainly for materials and extravagance, but when it comes to myself, I can never seem to be satisfied. I've always wished I could draw and paint better, because I'm amazed by people who are able to portray all their feelings into a tiny piece of paper without having to use a single word. I've always wanted to be pitch perfect, cuz then I wouldn't have so much trouble with music (or maybe just piano) since young, and maybe I wouldn't feel so negatively about it like I do now. I've always hoped that I can eat whatever I want without getting fat (LOL). If you ask me what intrigues me the most, I would say a good drawing, a well-written story, and fantastic food. Oh and smart people. Smart people are sexier than all the Victoria Secret angels or Calvin Klein underwear models on earth. 

I mean, you can't always be happy about yourself, because satisfaction means contentment, contentment means the lack of drive to move forward, lack of drive means no improvement, no improvement means plateau, plateau means degradation which ultimately leads to death. Not exaggerating, nope. But again, unsatisfaction means wanting more, wanting more means forever searching and working, forever working means no rest, no rest means fatigue, fatigue means depression, which also, eventually leads to one jumping off the balcony.

You probably have already decided that I've been talking crap all the while, but think about this, it makes sense.

away

If you told me that I'll miss choy-sum stir fried with garlic and steamed river fish topped with ginger and soy sauce two years ago, I'd laugh, and tell you that it will probably take a decade of food deprivation. And I would be proven wrong, because it took me less than a year to miss what I used to have every evening, without having to deprive myself from anything. 

KL offers a far wider variety of food, except for good, cheap Teh C, and yet, I find myself craving for the simplest dishes that have my siblings rolling their eyes and grunt in complaint. The day before I returned home, mom asked me if I wanted to eat home or out, I chose the former, never thought this would ever happen. We used to come out with all kinds of excuses and pleads to keep my mom from cooking so that we could have restaurant food.

Now, when my siblings complain about the repetitive menu, I'd chuckle, silently wanting to tell them to savour every sip of lotus soup and onion omelet while they can, because one day, tasting the food coming from that particular wok and that special pair of hands will become such rare indulgence. Of course I couldn't say it out loud. They wouldn't believe, because I know I didn't.

I want to tell them to tell their stories about what happened in school with enthusiasm when they hop into the car, having asked the everyday 'how was your day', and finish whatever lunch that has been already laid out perfectly on the dining table. 

I want to tell them to sit down on the floor after lunch and help to fold the laundry with the TV switched on and try to annoy dad who's taking his power nap on the couch. 

I want to tell them to heat up some pastry at 5pm and ask mom to take a break from dinner preparation, invite her for tea time, and follow dad to get KFC for supper, or make him instant noodles when he's hungry at 11pm. 

I want to tell them to spend their nights, occasionally, in mom and dad's room, dominating their bed until they shoo them away, and switch off the wifi on their way back to their rooms so mom wouldn't have to do it.

You'll miss home, although it may seem impossible right now. You'll miss the people, the routine, the familiarity. You'll miss the little things because you'll realise it was everything.

if only time could stop at this very moment

I always give up trying to study when I'm at home, because when I look up and see my siblings annoying the crap out of each other, or my parents casually arguing about total nonsense, I'll put my books or notes away and join in too.

Why be productive when you can immerse yourself in such rare, lovely procrastination?

nothing personal

Another food post at midnight:

spegs

squid ink rice with the fluffiest egg I've ever tasted

japanese curry rice (topped with cheese)

- all three from Miam Miam, 1U-

Miam Miam is like our favourite makan place now lol

it all started with a plate of tiny harmless french toasts drenched in honey and a dollop of cream

the King

peanut butter chocolate banana cake

- the Owls Cafe, Bk Jalil-

HONEESTLY, I will not pay 13 bucks for this again, but I don't regret having it either, because I'm a total sucker when you put 'peanut butter', 'banana' and 'chocolate' side-by-side on a menu description.

the cake was something you can get for like 5 bucks for an entire loaf from Aeon or some sundry shop, and the frosting was more cream than peanut butter, but still no regrets.

it sort of inspired me to try to make a way better (or expensive) version when I go home next week,

their waffle was good though.

maybe the waffle was above average, but the earl grey ice cream was really good.

will go back for the peanut butter one.

beef patties

grilled fish

-both from Bad Boy Cooks, Setiawalk-

the patties were crazy.

they were crispy and juicy at the same time I really don't know how.

fish was okay, but the portion was huge for a dish worth 12 bucks so I guess it's above okay after all lol... but they kinda cheated when they put the word grilled because it was obviously pan fried, with enough oil to make the outer battered layer crispy a little.

salted fish fried rice

-Yut Kee, Dang Wangi-

'nough said

or maybe not.

the process of entering the shop, getting a table, getting our orders taken, and having our food served took less than 10 minutes, and it was so good we swallowed everything in less than 10 too.

old times.... :')

(though they moved to a new shop)

chocolate waffles

(homemade, really homemade, vanilla ice cream in the centre)

chicken ham risotto

-Hop Hop Cafe, SS18, Subang Jaya-

went there for the bunnies not having much expectations of their food because they were obviously trying to get publicity and earn all their profit via the rodents, but the food was better than I thought it would be.

they were quite smart la, to make us get at least a drink each to be able to enter the rabbit area.

forgot whats on the left, but on the right: mentaiko onigiri

-Niko Niko, Sri Petaling-

Raku Raku ramen wasn't open yet so we had Onigiri, and discovered the beauty of it.

they sold ramen too and we tried the cold one, but it was nothing compared to Hokkaido Santouka so yeah...

still yet to try Ippudo.

BBQ chicken and mushroom pizza

-Mikey's Original New York Pizza, Bangsar-

came here 3 times.

don't get their waffle fries.

try all their pizzas.

remember.

goodnight

<3