Melaka church camp, a friendly way to let your guard down and eat a lot of good food too. The night market walk brought along not one but two creamy and sticky chendols, dripping mango and pineapple chunks, taiwanese sugar-coated fruit candy sticks, soft red bean pancakes, little siew mais and the unbelievably juicy cabbage dumplings that i bought again and again, just-right-spicy penang laksa, salty barbecued cuttlefish, and pineapple tarts. I also hold in high regard the last lunch: that crispy floss-covered soft shell crab--yum. All that said, i wouldn't drive all the way to melaka to eat.
It was an unexpected camp in every way. From my very attendance to the people i spent time with everyday. Who'd have thought i'd go for camp, or be rooming with amelia and our two sacrificial dads, or coming to that kind of revelation during a message.
Back to fruits for dinner, and it's not such a bad thing either. I realise people who know me are shocked to see me at the juice bar, but really, you shouldn't be. Maybe the real me is more like this than that girl wearing all those other kinds of clothes. Still, you don't have to take photographs of me. While I'm serving other customers. At peak hour.
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hee hee hee.
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