mum's nasi lemak with sambal prawns..
still feel like i should have slapped him when i could have after the dinner.
Mr. Fuzzball having a nap in mum's sarong. Kinda sad he's leached onto my mum since i left. but anyways they both suit each other. both extremely loving but with overly extreme mood swings and a "fuck off if you dont like it" attitude.
breakfast the following day.. well actually brunch at my place.. i call it the english fry up. on a sunday whilst its raining outside?.. heaven.
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