Y’know, I never used to like coffee. Yeah, yeah, sacrilege, whatever. I think the first time I tasted it was when I took a sip of whatever my dad was drinking at my grandmother’s house in Malaysia. It was probably Kopi-O or something like that. Regardless, it was too bitter for this little Aussie girl’sContinue reading “50 cups of coffee can’t be wrong?!”
Lee-Ann Khoh 