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unlimited supply of prataaa.. *munches like cookie monstarr*
thats all i wld need in place of tender loving care. really. i cld spend my one entire day just watching the prata man knead the oily dough with so much patience, carefully wrap it up to a nearly symmetrical 4 sided figure, gingerly place it on the hot stove to sizzle and do a few flip flops with it as he watches the once creamy white dough turns a golden lovable crusty brown.
now now, question of the day. listen up!
how does heaven feel?
sipping a hot cup of thick foamy teh tarik, letting it lather and spread across your tongue, while u take in another mouthful, enjoying the richness and the sweetness of it, getting slightly intoxicated as u near end of it and being all delirious with gd frens and company. trusting forks of carefully sliced prata dipped in rich dalcha into yr mouth inbetween yr mouthfuls of frothy teh...
how does all that sound? thats the bite of, i mean, taste of heaven.
thats all anyone would want. or would they?
finding for unconditional care, attention and regard might seem so futile. or very energy draining. we shouldnt be going in search of something, neither shld we be waiting till our eyelids start drooping and our flesh starts sinking in. all we have to do is, eat prata. have a handful even.let loose, and let the day go by as u bask yrself in the atmosphere and the oh-so-familiar aromas, taking in the hot sweltering heat, and gazing at the sweaty prata uncles doing their stuff in the kitchen. such impeccable speed yet a certain delicateness they posess. thats how life shld move about, shouldnt it?
are prata makers successful people in their ordinary lives? i have no clue. they might be. now i wanna learn how to make one of those myself.
well atleast i can just bum at home infront of the colourful screen and enjoy a hot cup of lipton teh after posting this up. tts how close to heaven i can get.. for now.
my mouth is getting dry. and my gastro-intestinal system is all wound up and i can feel the sloshiness started to work inside me. my eyes are abit tired, cos of my abrupt awakening and mind u, my night only kicked off at 3am. When the minds idle,it is a devil's playground after all. the mind can be a real biyatch. ( i had to use that didnt i?..) " bish".
now where did i stop?
ah yes. praaaaata!
railway,blair road,or chinatown?
ill let my frens decide.
thks davi sweety!
"when was the last time u posted sth up? "
:) revat
thats all i wld need in place of tender loving care. really. i cld spend my one entire day just watching the prata man knead the oily dough with so much patience, carefully wrap it up to a nearly symmetrical 4 sided figure, gingerly place it on the hot stove to sizzle and do a few flip flops with it as he watches the once creamy white dough turns a golden lovable crusty brown.
now now, question of the day. listen up!
how does heaven feel?
sipping a hot cup of thick foamy teh tarik, letting it lather and spread across your tongue, while u take in another mouthful, enjoying the richness and the sweetness of it, getting slightly intoxicated as u near end of it and being all delirious with gd frens and company. trusting forks of carefully sliced prata dipped in rich dalcha into yr mouth inbetween yr mouthfuls of frothy teh...
how does all that sound? thats the bite of, i mean, taste of heaven.
thats all anyone would want. or would they?
finding for unconditional care, attention and regard might seem so futile. or very energy draining. we shouldnt be going in search of something, neither shld we be waiting till our eyelids start drooping and our flesh starts sinking in. all we have to do is, eat prata. have a handful even.let loose, and let the day go by as u bask yrself in the atmosphere and the oh-so-familiar aromas, taking in the hot sweltering heat, and gazing at the sweaty prata uncles doing their stuff in the kitchen. such impeccable speed yet a certain delicateness they posess. thats how life shld move about, shouldnt it?
are prata makers successful people in their ordinary lives? i have no clue. they might be. now i wanna learn how to make one of those myself.
well atleast i can just bum at home infront of the colourful screen and enjoy a hot cup of lipton teh after posting this up. tts how close to heaven i can get.. for now.
my mouth is getting dry. and my gastro-intestinal system is all wound up and i can feel the sloshiness started to work inside me. my eyes are abit tired, cos of my abrupt awakening and mind u, my night only kicked off at 3am. When the minds idle,it is a devil's playground after all. the mind can be a real biyatch. ( i had to use that didnt i?..) " bish".
now where did i stop?
ah yes. praaaaata!
railway,blair road,or chinatown?
ill let my frens decide.
thks davi sweety!
"when was the last time u posted sth up? "
:) revat
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