Addiction. It's a scary word. What innocently starts as a normal routine turns into a full-blown addiction of sorts. Why do people turn to sex, drugs, alcohol and food to routinely comfort themselves? Maybe it is an exercise of self love; to give in to one's wants, even though the wants often times border danger and mayhem. Or maybe the routine itself and not the act that is reassuring to oneself. The fact that this routine is a constant in life, a rarity in this 'verchanging cycle that its unyieldiness almost always comforts us. That something is forever there. That something is permanent. While some may seem gloriously unaffected by it, the truth is : everyone has their own secret addiction. Deep down. Inside.

Mine it seems, is cooking. Just something about it relaxes me. It's definitely a good way to unwind after a long week. A three-test-in-a-week to be exact.

Filling for my favorite kuih

The assembly line

The finished product.....before meeting its maker in the deep fryer

If you don't behave, i'll cut up up and make...

Char koay kak out of you !! AhAHAhahahHAHhah...

Crisp for the jawa mee

Jawa mee soup

The toppings for Mee Jawa!

All makes a happy dinner with friends.




Well i guess it's not an addiction. I mean i HAVE to eat right? Takkan starve meh...