This Nasi Lemak was cooked and carefully packed for me by a dude. At 5 o'clock in the morning. Two hours after, it was sent to my door by another dude.
I never thought I would be sloppy or foolishly sentimental about this, but as I closed the door behind me and opened the container and saw how nicely put the anchovies and boiled egg were, I was just touched.
It could have been just me this morning feeling muzzy from staying awake all night, or perhaps the overwhelming fear and confusion I stomached around for the past weeks, because honestly, I almost forgot the feeling of being cared about.
One is just full of random bullshit and the other practically lives in his computer, but right now, I can't think of anybody else as kind and as sweet as they are.
