HomesickHave been getting sudden urges to drink Horlicks (do they have it here? I never go down the drinks aisle when I go grocery shopping) and curl up in bed with oranges and a good book.
And eat half boiled eggs boiled exactly right. My dad had the horrendous task of making my soft boiled eggs when I was young (kindy age). If he accidentally broke the yolk when he cracked the egg into the bowl I'd get upset. If it was overdone or underdone, I'd get upset. Yes, I was a brat when it came to my eggs. Now I have no half boiled eggs, broken or unbroken yolk, underdone or overdone! *tears*
And walking to the pasar malam on Wednesdays with my childhood friends to buy Ramlee burgers, taufu fa and all sorts of sugary goodies (contributors to my caries, no doubt). And assam flavoured ice cream! Am I the only person who remembers it? Everyone insists they don't remember that in their childhood. Did I just make it up?
I miss home!!!