
I was blessed with the closest-knit church young group I've ever experienced when I was in college. The main reason is all of us were college students lived far away from home (now I can say that it wasn't far at all

). Every Saturday evening, we had a fellowship that's usually followed by eating out together or doing some fun activities. Oh... how I miss that time. One day, my friend and I initiated to cook a snack for our friends as a fellowship refreshment. We'd decided to make fried rice noodle, or we call it
misoa or mee-sua. That day, we were busy in the kitchen preparing our surprise to our friends. I had never cooked that food before, and I don't remember if my friend, ECY had experience before that very day. Grandma liked to cook fried
misoa for us and it sounded easy. So there we were spending our time on the open kitchen of our boarding house, crushing garlic, chopping shrimps and carrots. Then...the cooking finally was done, we poured out the mixture to a rectangle metal pan. All we needed to do was waiting until the
misoa mixture got set, become a big firm rectangle so it could be cut easily into small rectangle cakes, dipped to egg mixture then got fried.
It wasn't the only time ECY and I cooked together. Until years after, sometimes we cooked and shared meal in our boarding house.

One Chinese new year day, when most of our housemates went home, both of us got stuck in the boarding house couldn't go home because we had to work the day after. Get bored, both of us cooked
tempe penyet, although a ready-made one was sold inexpensively at a shop next door. We had a great time. But for our
misoa story, we were still living in our old boarding house owned by some insane ladies. I have a vivid memory of the ugly atmosphere of the place. I can describe the usual scenery of my life with those cruella devils. Such as:
while waiting on the misoa that hot Saturday, we watched television in dining room. That hoar television that laid on a green shelf was the only television we could access. To be able to see the screen, we had to fight with the glare of mid-afternoon sun came directly through an almost-untouched inner court. Suddenly but not unusually, we heard scolding from one lady followed by the other members of the clan. That means, we had a bad day.
Many horrible things had happened in that boarding house. I knew I was stressed out with all of the place's insanity caused by the owners, but moving out meant got separated with my good friends. ECY was wiser than I was since she moved more than a year before I did.
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