3:30 a.m. (b)

While I'm not really crazy. When we went here for my mum's birthday. I think I asked for beef satays, which I fucking love. And they didn't give me. I started naturally to suspect them, that Thilanga and Shanika had phoned in advance, or told their manager to not serve any beef. It turns out, they have likely not made those or something. I had the porridge, called something. It tasted disgusting. I like Malay food. I think i like the Nasi Lemak. I have termed them as "Austronesian (Malaysian)" instead of Malays. I like Laksa and Mee Goreng. They copied the Malay dishes in Singapore to sell. I like their coffee packets. I might get some more or something. I love the smell of coffee. In my room, the university flat, I had the Nescafe Dolce Gusto by Krups instant coffee maker. As I was slightly intimidated by the coffee making machine Chadu got. So I would enjoy my coffee, and my room would smell heavenly, like a coffee shop. Or else, my reed diffuser kit, would make it smell like "white tobacco and cognac" or something. Or else, as I would pig out in my room, it would smell like chicken nuggets or bbq wings.