Its been a few days, or weeks that my body started going banana. Like there's an element lacking in my daily consumption. I tried pizza or anything allies with good food, but all my effort ended in vain.
After several intense discussion with my housemates, I discovered that this is my body way of saying it misses home, so badly that it want to consume comfort food from my homeland.
Be it street junks or avand-garde cuisine, all it want is complete meals with the right taste and aroma.
The faint whiff of nasi lemak is strong enough to raise my appetite; even thinking about it is mouth-watering.
Now I understand the whole rebellion thing its been demonstrating since past weeks.
It wanna go home, wreak a revenge and end this starvation with the right food combo.
Patience my love, only three short weeks left before the revolution. Until then, lets plan our guerrilla attack upon streets and eateries. Let the fest begin.
