Dad: Do you want me to buy you dinner? I'm going to West Coast.
Me: Yes, get me rojak mama... lots and lots of fishcake and sausages. No tempeh or tauhu.
Thank God he bought Indian rojak for me last night, and today I'm craving for Indian rojak again.
Well maybe it's because my brothers took some of my share, like seriously eat your own food guys... I'm a big eater now. I don't need you guys to help me with finishing my food now.
My previous food obsessions were pretty crazy. I remember trying KFC A.M. porridge and bought them for over a few months every single day because I was so in love with it. And then I was so in love with daging masak kicap. I told Nenek to cook it for me every single day. She nagged at me but still cooked those beef for me. Yumz, and thank you Nenek. Daya and I also had this craze over satay. Again, I ate them for months every single day.
Too many food craze and here I am wondering why I'm putting on weight. Someone needs to slap the reality out of me.
But Mum and Dad always tell me that this crazy obsession habit I have is hereditary, because my late paternal grandfather was just like this. It's crazy because not only my eating habit is similar to his, but the way I sleep... just like him. I do miss him, though I didn't get to spend much time being his granddaughter. I'm thankful Allah SWT gave me the chance to spend some time with my grandparents. Because all the memories I have of them... they're sweet. Too sweet to be forgotten just like that.
I hope my future children will be able to spend time with their grandparents, better if they get the chance to spend time with their great grandparents too.
I pray my kids get the talents of two of my favourite K-Pop idols.
Guess who? It ain't that hard.