wake up and smell the coffee (don't forget to bring the doughnuts)

me, a milo baby since i was still drinking from a bottle. i can't remember much, but i can remember the taste of the milo dripping out of the bottle into my puny little mouth. since then till now i've always been a milo baby, don't drink coffee, don't drink tea. if no milo, it's a chocolate drink, if even that i can't get...then it's coke, sprite, whatever...

but now, suffering in the midst of a foreign country, in the cold of this fucking country. suffering without milo...i have circumed to drinking coffee. it all started at saba's house, gerrard, his brother in law made me coffee and i couldn't refuse since he had already made it...wow, it was fantastic. i had never tasted anything like that before. it was addictive, 2 weeks i was craving to go back to saba's house and drink gerrard's coffee. now, i no more milo baby (i'm still a ribena baby though).

i went to work in the morning at 6am. finished, went and bought some stuff for my new room. bedsheets, pillow case, quilt and a duvet cover. cool huh, all blue color. tomorrow i'll post up pictures of my new room.

i came home and and guess what, BSc (basil school of cooking, thats what i'm studying here) was in motion, he, from thirichi, india was making nasi lemak. yes my friends, we had nasi lemak in the united kingdom. first briyani and now nasi lemak. who needs malaysia la...(WTF, am i saying this!!!!). i'm not kidding, he made to perfection, i was just amazed by the taste. there was boiled eggs, sliced cucumber, the sambal was, mmmmmmmmm, i can't even talk about it without my mouth watering.

just when i finished eating my favorate auntie called, i miss her so much. hearing her voice calling my name was so soothing. i love you atte and miss you too. she always treated me like i was her own son and i always felt that motherly sensation being around her (but don't tell her, she can't feed very well, unlike my mom, hehaheahea). anyways she passed the phone around to every one so everybody could say hi, so nice of her, but i can imagine what a cartoon she would have been, running around with the phone, heahahehea...

anyways she made me promise her i'd come home in april when i'm done. aiyo...i told my mom i won't be, how do i convince her i'm not. this is not going to be an easy task, well i managed a tsunami (my mom), now i have to manage a hurricane.

well anyways, tomorrow i have to go to work again at 6am and after that maybe i'll go see gerrard, ask him to make me coffee, heahehae. no la, he has a doctors appointment and he asked me to accompany him, so it's coffee and spicy food tomorrow la. btw, i've learnt how to eat spicy food, things that were damn spicy, is like nothing to me already la. weird la, weird...spicy food, coffee, whats next?

later...