nostalgic sunday is terribly late this week. yours truly had a particularly intense bout of homesickness over the weekend, and it is just ebbing about now. cooking is marvelously therapeutic, i just made pork braised in coca cola sauce which i hope will erase those memories of the god-awful stew i made the last time. the recipe for claypot rice calls for too many ingredients that are just not available.
i get the most ridiculous food cravings these days, i can rival any rabid pregnant woman. right now, i need the big city and chinese food. i probably sound like a petulant little frog in a well but i do want to go home. what makes it worse is that i know i should go out there and make more friends but dude, i am sick of thinking hard just to find things to talk about. GIVE ME THE SINGAPOREAN ACCENTS AND MY FRIENDS. FUCK ESPOO, I WANT TOA PAYOH/ORCHARD/WHAMPOO.
nah, song.
i want a nai wong bao, hor yip fan and lo po bang with that please.
our day will come.
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