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Sunday, August 10, 2003

Heading to Chinatown with my parents for porridge and inevitably tucking into more delicious food (sharksfin, tofu, jellyfish, crab, prawns, oh and the cheap and yummy raw fish :)~).

Passing by the snackshop on the way to the car, and end up lugging a ton of sweets, dried strawberries, crackers, haw flakes, bak gua and the like home.

Having chee kweh and porridge for breakfast, followed by a nice cup of warm soyabean milk.

All the above I'd indulge in frequently back in my childhood days. And now, years down the road, still enjoying them as much.

But is it really the food that I enjoy? Or just the memories I associate with them that bring about that feeling deep inside of me?

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