" I make better teh tarik."
At least that's what AngelKein claims. Let's hope she opens a mamak stall next time, so we can try out her talented tea-pulling skills. And the stal shall be named Angel's Corner.
Anyway, it's been a while since I actually went to mamak's for a good cup of teh tarik. I remember those days when I actually dropped by the mamak almost everyday to have a cup of coffee or teh tarik accompanied by a nice, hot plate of Maggi goreng.
How pathetic, I sounded like I'm an old man who haven't visit their hometowns for decades.
That's beside the point.
I still remember how my friends and I used to walk for hours just to get to the mamak for a slice of roti-canai and a glass of iced-Nescafe. Not to mention it was 2 a.m. when we decided to take that adventurous hike.
I also remember paying a visit to the mamak everyday after school last year. Even the waiter knew what I wanted before I even ordered.
But now, ever since I decided to include studies in my life -finally-, I've neglected mamak. Dare to be said, I have not dropped by for a single cup of teh-tarik at all this year. How bad I felt.
I can conclude that mamak played a significant role in my life. But now, I starting to forget this part of me and moving on.
It feels bad.