Ten: Our-ship

Bismillah.

Post Ten: Our-ship

Two days ago, my housemates and I made murtabak (again) but this time instead of using spring roll, we made our own skin!! I do enjoy cooking activity with my housemates as I think it is one of the ways to spend time together despite loads of studying are waiting. "Hold on coursework, I need to fill my belly." -and an excuse to be clingy with them.

I am going to grad this year, while two of my housemates who are yet having another one year to finish will be moving to a new house for their new term. Surely we are going to miss each other and I need to efficiently enjoy the moment yet having a digital copy of all those memories. They are going to be my movie playlist when I am getting to that age of doing nothing, resting in my favourite rocking chair with tablet on my right side and my left hand is holding a cup of apple cinnamon tea.

Ah time, why you have to be moving so fast. It seems like it was only yesterday that we knew each other. Sharina with her cooking energy and passion all the time being extra despite she promised to tone it down for Ramadhan (it never happens yknow 😏) and Hajjar with her humility when she is more skilled than what she claimed she is 😤(k she got it right to menebar after her first time seeing the tutorial what a fast learner i'd say), Hana with her confident and excited expression in the kitchen  (when she made sth good, she would be the first person to compliment about it 😂) -also her baking skill is my fav.

Well, they are all a good and diligent cook -my justification for my weight gain, thus it has became part of our essential taaruf activity I'd say.