i cannot shake my addiction to kaya toast. it's become a little ritual for me to have it at the airport just before i leave. and each time i leave, it's for a longer time. blessed to be where i want to be, doing what i want to do but a part of me feels the pang of leaving the country i call home behind. and i've come to realise that home is a transient notion. of late, home is where kai is. now to learn how to make kaya toast, liang li soft boiled eggs and milo with lots of condensed milk to replicate the warm fuzzy feeling killiney kopitiam in all its various shapes and forms never fails to rouse within me.
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