Little nyonya was my family's(okay, maybe not for Big E) daily dosage of peranakan culture. I love their costumes and beaded shoes and how capable are the ladies, being able to devote their whole life to a kitchen. And it reminded me of my aunt, who is always able to whip up dishes for the whole family. It suddenly struck on me; who is going to take after her when she's like my grandmother, not as strong anymore to cook? Not me! I hate the smell of garlic and I remembered my younger days, when my aunt wanted me to help to cut the garlic, but the smell always overwhelms me, that I would cover my hands with plastic then proceed to cutting it. Phew. But still, I like the process of cooking, eating what I cook. That's what you called, self-achievement? It was a total enjoyment especially on Monday, because it's on television for 2 hours and commercial breaks are really irritating particularly. Holidays are making me feel so dead. But tomorrow's xmas party will make me alive. A-L-I-V-E.