Food.

I wish I'm better at cooking. Well maybe I can cook, out of my survival instinct more than anything else. I'm never confident with my cooking skills. Tikah always cooks, she cooks very well and me living in the room in front of hers, gets a a privilege.

However when I cook, I'm never confident to offer her. It's not like I don't want to, it's just I don't think my food is edible by anyone else but me. I never cook for people, not even, not especially in my house. Karipap tu lain la, or maybe some other kuih. Kuih is different.

And thus, the tears fall as I was slurping on my instant ramen.

Haih my life is so complicated.