Loads of red kidney beans.
We give Ansari's creamy cendol 4-bams.
Fried durian-flavoured balls from a roadside stall near the house......just batter mixed with some durian flesh and deep fried. We weren't too fond of this....too much batter, too little durian.
The date is set.
The invitations are sent.
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
And my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smiled, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last....