When I was a young one

I hated kolo mee. I never understood why people actually like it, with it's bland taste and few pieces of pork.

Grandma always bought kolo mee on Sunday for the whole family back then and after each week of having kolo mee, I finally went on strike and stopped eating it.

Today I had a packet of kolo mee. Somehow, I liked it.

Tastes change. Views change. People change.


I want to go to Kalokairi!












With that, I shall find myself a Greek man. Preferably cute, of course.

Till then.