I was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets late last night –
searching for that red packet and all the while,
tried my hardest to remember that recipe...
the one I learnt while I was in Indonesia.
A packet of curry instant noodles, an egg... I was all set.
Hye...
I remembered doing something like this before...
When I was 17, I drew a portrait.
Acting on a mere impulse...drowned in the moment...I let my pencil danced across the paper.
Now 23...I let my mind wandered around the kitchen...
I saw past shadows of meals for 6 being cooked...
And last night, I've yet again left my mind on a journey...
Only with feelings, I let my hands worked around the stove for the first time...
i like my noodles to be soft... but Dad prefers his to be 'stringy'...
and so does Mom.
Mom didn't eat much of dinner and Dad kept opening the fridge just to close it back again...
Herm.... =)
30 minutes later...
i headed upstairs with my pancake in one hand...a glass of cold water in the other...
with a grin, bigger than ever...
i poked my head inside my parents' room...
"Feelin' hungry?"
this is something that they usually do for me.
Mom, always alert to my sudden hungry pangs at night...
at times magically appeared at my bedroom door, carrying a plate of fried noodles...fish-fillet...pancakes...nuggets...sausages...cookies...
Dad, sensing my restlessness...
at the right moment...offer a cup of Milo to soothe me to sleep.
this time around...let me be the one who do it for you.
