Disassociation with the feelings of attachment.

i remember a conversation i had with my mom earlier this year. we were arguing about whether or not i should bring all these Lee Kum Kee sauces and dried anchovies, prawns etc over to Sydney. i told her that i'd rather use the extra weight to cart more clothes/memorabilia over because frankly (and i told her very frankly...i stared her in the eyes) i will never cook them. it would be a waste of money and space (and weight).


Andy's pippies a.k.a. la-la (the edible kind) which i was allowed to take home after the experiments to turn into a culinary delight.

3 months down the road and i'm kicking myself in the ass. i can't make soup because i have no dried ikan bilis and it's so bloody cut-throat expensive to buy the ones they sell in Chinatown. not to mention that they're NOT worth the price. so small and...ugly.


Onions, garlic, a little soya sauce and chinese wine. Steamed.
Marine biology has its perks.

and i'm still really surprised. not trying to boast here, but nothing that i've cooked has ever turned out to be a failure...although everything so far has been a result of trial-and-error and requiring efficient phone-networking back to Kajang to ask for cooking instructions and/or recipes. i'm quite proud. maybe i DO have the family's culinary genes after all. it was just..undiscovered.

and now that the winter's finally crunched down on us, i thought it was about time to bring out the good, warm and comforting doona! sleeping has risen to grand new heights of pleasure.



and as much as i love the warm sun and hot weather, i'm a little relieved that it's turning cold now. it just seems as though things are making a return to a season of normality. and what's better is that the advent of winter marks my already having stayed here for 3 months. heck, it's already the end of Week11 in uni...2 more weeks into this semester and i'll have completed 5/6 of my general tertiary education. sweet.

life's good...but it could be better. yet, i'm strangely satisfied for the meantime.

Tis the winter of our discontent...?
Nay, my friends...nay.