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Last morning, instead of the usual knock from my sis, (well she is my live alarm) I got woken up by the cooking of my mum. Can’t even begin to tell how great that kind of feeling was. Waking up to the smell of food can be such a luxury!

Back in the days at UK, I have to actually cook for 3 meals a days for 7 years. That, my friends, is a pain in the arse. It is either packing lunch box or buying crappy overprice sandwich on a jam pack queue. When night fall, the option available doesn’t get any better. The junk foods available are, Chinese take away, pizza, fish&chip or balti (Indian take away). Not only are they costly, far away if they dun do delivery or met the minimum purchase (no delivery mean going out on a freezing nite just to get food), but the standard and quality of the food will force you to rather waste 2 hours cooking then to live on those instant food. Cooking aint the hard part, but if you add in the washing up and stocking of raw material from market weekly, not to mention eating alone can really dampen once mood. Worse when the cooking turns far from edible, it can really ruin the day and bring the already staving, tired, low morale to new low level.

Now, those simple thing in life that was once taken for granted, are really treasure. Simple thing such as coming home and find food on the table can be such as pure delight. Thanks you mum.

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