Head In The Clouds? Maybe.

I've been getting a lot of this lately:

"Why are you so fussy?" "You should lower your standards la." "He's okay what. What's wrong with him?"

I'm sure it ain't hard to figure out what they're talking about. Especially since I constantly gripe about it. Hehe. Whatever it is, I'm incapable of liking someone just because they really like me. And though I might seem like the world's biggest fussy pot, I truly don't mean to be.

Let's look at it this way: For all my spoutings about "the perfect guy", what I really mean to say is, think jigsaw puzzle. You want a piece that will fit perfectly, right? Not something that looks the size and shape but yet isn't the correct piece. That's what I really want in a guy. And it isn't a feeling that I can simply shake off. It's part of my make up - I can't settle for anything less than that.

Another thing - loving someone more than they love you is not the best scenario. But having someone love you more than you love them isn't any better. Here's the way I figure it - in both cases, things like jealousy, discontentment, possessiveness are likely to crop up. However if you can find someone who's one on the same level, there's less likelihood of that happening because you couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else - and neither could he.

Okay, so I'm an incurable romantic. I admit that. I still think a relationship without that spark, that little bit of romance, that feeling of rightness.. isn't complete. I know there are a billion other things - practical things - that come into play, but I figure if you have that kind of certainty, you can work anything out in time.

We'll just say what I'm looking for is really "the other half". As in the right one to make a whole. Is that too much to ask?

I thought not.

I Like!

Today's been a relatively good day, folks. Mainly coz our maid's come back from her one month break. You can't imagine how good it feels to be able to sleep through a storm without mum going into a frenzy afterwards. "What do you mean you didn't realize it was raining?! Now the clothes will take ages to dry! You ah, che...!" :P

Another thing: one of the best feelings in the world is being able to answer a Maths question correctly (that is, if you're as hopeless at Maths as I am la :P). So far today I managed to answer almost all questions pretty much on the dot, so I'm ecstatic! All right. So I sound like a pathetic goose. When it comes to Maths, though, I couldn't care less :)

I promised a positive list today, so here are the "likes" part of things:

1. The Fab 5 - I love watching Queer Eye! Not only are those 5 super talented, their sense of humour is FANTASTIC! :D Plus I love watching the transformations - not so much of the guy than the place he lives. Thom is excellent, excellent, EXCELLENT!
2. Chilli tuna and rice - Best eaten when watching TV at night. I'm serious! Haha! It's the easiest nice meal to make (even I can't screw it up! :P) Cook rice (if there aren't any leftovers from the day), open can, mix it all up and EAT! Simple and delicious. Mmmmm.
3. Musicals - Gorgeous music, soaring vocals, fantastic harmonies - what more could I ask for? Oh, and the melodies are all extremely feel-good, so... *sighs dreamily*
4. Old older guys - I swear, everyone thinks I'm nuts but the older the guy, the more attractive he becomes (IMHO la). As long as he's younger than my parents, he's fair game. *grins wickedly*
5. Big bookstores - This one's self-explanatory. For the un-informed, I'm a bookworm. Make that Queen of All Bookworms. There you go.
6. Performances - Producing and directing performances, that is. I usually get frustrated out of my mind but I love it anyway. And seeing the product of the hard work is payment enough :) [I miss the choir so bad!!!! :(]
7. Coffee - With the amount I drink I won't be surprised if the blood in my body has been replaced by coffee. My daily intake of caffeine, if one were to check, would probably be waaay higher than is safe :P
8. Fraser's Hill - Yep, folks. I hated it there when I was younger (nothing to do lol), but now I'm in love with it. It's probably the most peaceful place I've ever been to, and if I were older I'd be there as often as possible, just lepaking. Sigh. So nice. I feel like going there now. Sigh again.
9. Famous Amos cookies - Is there anything more sinful yet delightful than this? Oooh bliss!
10. Family functions - I have an awesome bunch of cousins. I always hate it when I miss a chance to be with them. They're like the siblings I always wanted but never had (not that David isn't enough of a handful already... lol). Fact: I haven't seen them in a month and I miss 'em so much already! *sniffles*

Blah. Those were topmost in my mind, anyhow. If given a choice, I'd be listing down a whole bunch of BOOKS. But I don't suppose you want to know. At least, a lot less than you want to know about them things up there. Hehe. Oh well. Til next time.

Pet Hates

Today I feel like writing about my pet hates. So I will list my pet hates down. And then you will know my pet hates. Yay.

1. Smokers - I think the whole world and his brother knows I hate people smoking. It isn't just that it's dangerous; they never think about the people standing around them. I especially hate it when the smoke is blowing directly in your face but they still don't give a damn. Argh.
2. Fake accents - What's with that? If it's not natural, why bother? It just gets annoying after some time. And hard on the ears.
3. "Fuck"ers - This isn't what it looks like. Lol. It's people who say fuck every two sentences. I'm like, is that necessary?
4. Huge signatures - When in forums, a huge signature can be SO annoying! Scrolling down, all you can see is pictures and hardly any text. Plus it limits the number of posts per page and the threads get longer and longer and longer...
5. Crazy texters - wHy In thE wOrLd dO pEoPle LiKe tO tYpE lIke ThiS? tAkeS mOre tImE aNd iS haRdeR tO rEaD tOo. Ugh.
6. Perverts - Online or on the street. The former - NO I don't want your number, nor do I want to have sex with you. Is that so hard to understand? The latter - Put those whistling skills to good use and go join pest control and start catching rats. Shouldn't be too difficult since you sound like them.
7. Road nuts - Why why WHY do people drive like they're on a racing car track and not on a public highway? What's with the weaving in between cars? Argh! If I weren't such a nice person, I'd say it served them right if they met with an accident. So there. (Lol.)
8. Irresponsibility - I guess this speaks for itself. Especially when other people are involved. Do your part and if you think you can't, back out EARLY. Doing anything else is just being completely unfair to the other people involved.
9. Scaredy- cat friends - Friends who don't say it like it is. If you care about your friend, you'd tell them what they NEED to hear not what they want to hear. Even if they don't listen, you gotta do your part. The rest is up to them. Otherwise don't call yourself a friend - it's meaningless. (I'm lucky. My friends are all the "What the heck are you doing, Elaine?!! STOP IT!" kind. Hehe.)
10. Fish, coriander, celery - Do I need to explain this one? I couldn't even if I wanted to. Something about these food just irk me and it's a very rare occasion when I voluntarily eat anything with those 3 in it.

Had enough? I suppose so. I'll write something more positive tomorrow :)

SUPERGRAN!

My grandmother is NUTS! The woman is completely amazing, I tell you. I was watching her cook today and I was like, damn! I swear she's got more energy than me :P (That's not saying much but whaddaheck. You get my point :P)

Let's start from the beginning (so to speak). In 1989, Mrs. Olive Frances Fernandez was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. In other words, cancer. Doctors gave her 2 weeks max to live. My dad and his friends prayed over her and took her for a HUGE healing rally and before you know it, she's back on her feet and walking around like it never happened. Funnily enough, the doctors who diagnosed her died a few years later.

Over the past 16 years she's had a mild heart attack, a ruptured appendix, more falls than is healthy for an above-70 year old and water in the lungs. And every time we expect her to die, she's back on her feet. The amount of times we've been prepared for the "inevitable" can fill a book! Every year it's, "Never mind la.. poor thing. She hasn't got long left" and she gives all a kick in the head and lives another 5 years :P She's AMAZING, I tell you!

And now at a grand old age of 91, she's still cooking her own meals, going to the saloon at least twice a week to do her hair, writing dozens of letters a week to relatives in God knows where and playing Scrabble. Yup, and beating me at it too. *looks shame faced* I know, I know.. I'm pathetic. I have won once or twice, but normally she helps me out. Sigh. Double dose of patheticness.

But come to think about it, I'm not surprised God's given her such a great level of energy and alertness at this age. It's fantastic to watch her. She prays for hours a day, and she never worries about anything. Talk about total surrender :) But I guess no one can understand the power of God better than she can. She's been a recipient of it more times than I can count.

Here's to Super Grandmother! May thy faith never grow less! (Highly doubtful it will anyway :P)

True? :)

What do you guys think? Based on what you know about me.. is this accurate? :) Your Top Ten Traits 1. Religious 2. Big-Hearted 3. Liberal 4. Traditional 5. Athletic 6. Shy 7. Funny 8. Practical 9. Wealthy/Ambitious 10. Adventurous Your Top Ten Match Traits 1. Religious 2. Shy 3. Conservative 4. Practical 5. Traditional 6. Funny 7. Big-Hearted 8. Intellectual 9. Adventurous 10. Athletic

Your dating personality profile:
Religious - Faith matters to you. It is the foundation that you build your life upon. You trust that God has a plan for you.
Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.
Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.


Your date match profile:
Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life.
Shy - You are put off by people who are open books. You are drawn to someone who is a bit more mysterious. You want to draw him out of his shell and get to know what he is all about.
Conservative - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match. Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.

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Blah

I just feel like writing today. About what, I don't know. I guess writing is my "depression buster", you could say. Books have taken the backseat, for the moment. Seeing as I've been reading too much for it to have any effect. And I've run out of movies to watch, too.

So what do I write about? I don't have a clue. All I know is, if I don't write, something inside me is going to break through the restraints. Something... unpleasant. It's nothing specific that happened, just an accumulation of things over a period of time that has never seemed to let up.

I don't usually sound this out of it, but this time I really am. There are things that are impossible to share with ANYONE, and those are the things that kill you. Whack you left, right, center and all you can do is pray that you'll be able to get back up.

I probably will get over this as I usually do, but I don't know how much longer I can take it if these.. things.. continue. I might end up doing or saying something that I regret or at the very least hurt someone I have no intention of.

But one thing really gets to me. I don't understand how some people can be such hypocrites. It's like, do what you say and try to make others do! Why bother to say it when you yourself don't live by it? It's just one more pain in the ass that I could do without.

Crab Island

You're not going to believe where I went today - Pulau Ketam. Yep, folks, you read right. I've been living in Klang all my life and this is the first ever time I even thought about setting foot on that island. Well, set foot I did. And you know what? It weren't so bad after all! *think Western accent*

Okay, I better start this in chronological order (sort of la, k :P). Yesterday, Eric (one of the guys I met at the Kuching retreat) asked if I would join him and a few friends from Lifeline (young adult group in SFX and CKK) for lunch in Pulau Ketam. (Boy, that was a lot of brackets.)

Anyway. I obviously agreed (and so, surprisingly, did my dad.. must be the church connection.. hm..) so today, I tagged along with him and 3 others - Ivan, Alvin and Pearl (all of whom, I might add, are more than 5 years my seniors). (I'm still using a lot of brackets.)

Naturally, I was at first wondering what was wrong with my nonexistent brain, agreeing to go out with a guy I barely know and people I'd never even met. But hey! Pleasant surprise - all 4 of them were really cool. For adults, that is. Haha. Seriously, they made me feel comfortable. Which is no easy feat, considering the way I am with people I don't know.

A little about ol' Crab Island though. In fact, it can be summed up in one word: MUD. That's right. You never walk on solid ground because the whole island is made of mud, mud and more mud. Planked walkways are used all the way. We saw loads of little crabs scurrying around, cone shaped shells, and a gigantic mud skipper.

Lunch was seafood. Which wasn't too bad - Shammy's restaurant (Klang Seafood) has spoiled me la. Always compare other places to it :P But it was pretty good, even in comparison. Hehe.

It came up to about 20 bucks per person. And Eric payed for me. He insisted that he's working and I'm not. And he says treat him when I start working. Bloody hell. That's at least 7 years away! Lol! I so owe him a treat now, I don't care. Elaine and her "guys shouldn't pay for her" policy, y'know. I'm a feminist like that. HAHA.

All said, I'm glad I went. Not so much coz it gave me an opportunity to get the hell out of the house, but the people I met were awesome. The kind that you just know you'd love to have as friends.

I'm looking forward to joining Lifeline now, although I don't know if I'll ever think of going to Pulau Ketam again anytime soon. I'm sticking to good ol' Pandamaran for now :)

Cheesy Wheesy

I'm stuffed. I don't know what possessed me to order a stuffed crust pizza. It defies sanity. Oooh! My stomach is screaming CHEESE OVERLOAD!!!!

I don't understand how people can eat more than 2 slices of stuffed crust pizza. Don't get me wrong, I love cheese, but somehow after the 2nd and a half slice, my throat refuses to even let another bite slip through. It's so... jelakish! *shudders*

I suppose it's all my fault for attempting to go beyond 2 slices. And I almost succeeded, mind. Hey, I was hungry! (Hah to all you people who think I don't eat coz I'm on a diet. Elaine and diet don't belong in the same sentence unless joined by "doesn't". So there.) I managed 3 and a 9/10ths before i had to give up. Personal record! Woohoo! Haha.

Knowing me, though, I'll never learn my lesson, no matter how many times I feel like puking after eating stuffed crust pizza. It's the bane of my life, not learning my lessons. Sigh. Next time anyone sees me trying to order a stuffed crust pizza, shove your hand down my mouth, please. Just to remind me of what it feels like to wanna throw up.

Hehe. Did I just gross you out? YES! Smackin' people! See y'all!

*skips and dances away* <-- This should be impossible since I'm currently more stuffed than that mangy ol' crust, but whaddaheck. Heehee.

Is Me Me?

Argh! What's with me and misrepresenting myself?? I cannot describe my personality to save my LIFE! Oh help! The latest incident had me making myself out to be a scarily snobbish sarcastic biatch whose goal in life is to look smart. Sigh. And if you tell me that's true, I shall very likely knock you flat. Hehe. ARGH!

Okay, so I'll admit that I'm a crazy, complicated goop of a girl. I can make a complete fool out of myself when I'm comfortable, as my friends will very well testify. But when I'm not, people mistake being uncomfortable for aloofness. What makes me uncomfortable around people I don't know? Honestly? I don't know.

But you know what? It's when I approach people that they realize I'm not half as snobbish as I look. Problem with that is, I can't be approaching all the people who are "scared"
of me. Half the time I don't KNOW that they're scared of me until I approach them and they tell me somewhere down the line.

I smile at anyone I come into eye contact with, but I guess that still isn't enough. I have a permanent scary look on my face, hey. Sigh.

It would be nice to be known as the nutter I really am. But how do I be a nutter when people don't dare to get close enough to find that out? Hell, even saying hello to me is a chore for some. Why is that? Am I really that much of a freaky person? Am I?

I'm pretty tired of the conflicting reports. I don't know which is which anymore, but to my thinking I respond in pretty much the same way to any situation. Maybe I'm wrong. I need help, people! How do I get away from image of the scary bitch I portray and let people see the crazy nut that lurks inside my brain?

Or maybe they'd better not see that part. I can't decide which is scarier. Lol.

Stress-free!

I feel bad about being a whiney little ass. I know my friends would kill for a break, and I've had almost 5 months of it already. I guess gotta learn to appreciate what I got, hey? After all, in a couple of months I'll be whining that I have too much WORK. It's a vicious cycle, yeah.

There's a couple of good things that've come out of me having such a long holiday. Mainly that I don't get a migraine every two weeks now. Yeeehaaa! That's partly due to the fact that I'm pretty much stress-free (except when I wake up in the morning and mum is yelling at me to do this and that.. lol). Come to think of it, that's pretty much all she says to me these days. "Che.. put back the clothes" or "Che, keep the dishes back"... and the list goes on. But that's probably a lot less stressful than say, debating about bananas *grins at Ju Li*

Also, I don't see much sun and I'm in my air con room like, 24/7 when I can help it (my mum's is about to murder me over the bill) so the heat doesn't get to my head. Not like in school when we had to walk around in smouldering temperatures in blazers with lining. If that isn't a recipe for a migraine, I don't know what is.

Plus, I get to do a lot of reading. Which may not be so good since my eyes have decided that I've been overworking them. Sigh. But I refuse to give in! Not when I have the last two books available of the Shannara series in my possession! I will not admit defeat!

As you can see I've started rambling. So I'll now shut up. Happy being stressed out, folks! Sooner or later I'll join your fold, not to worry!

Ghost of Crush-Hell Past

Ghosts usually turn up in the oddest places. But this time, I suppose you could say it was my fault. If I hadn't been such a busybody, none of it would have happened.

Although, in my defense, we were told that the ghost wasn't there. Only when we entered said place did we find out that we had gotten the facts wrong and the ghost WAS there. The waitress (?) had meant that the FATHER of the ghost wasn't there. Bah.

Oh lordy! Was I in hot soup! So I sat with my back towards the waiters and sure enough, he didn't recognize us... Until my mum called him over. Oh heavens! Funny thing was, he didn't recognize HER, until he looked up and saw me and he was like, "Oh! You I remember!" I still can't quite figure out whether that's a good or bad thing.

It was an extremely odd night, to say the least. To the un-informed, said ghost is the guy I had a massive crush on 8 years ago. For the record, I was 10 and he was 16. Hilarious scenario? Trying topping it with the fact that he (and everyone who knew us both) was aware of it. Disaster in the making - for me, at least.

But should pity me a bit la... 10 year old kid with teenage hormones. How to handle la? Besides, he was the only available guy to have a crush on (as in not my age .. :P). Anyway, justifications aside, I really made a fool of myself at the time. Gah.

Now, though, he looked more uncomfortable than I felt! It's odd, really. But then again, if I were him, I wouldn't exactly relish the thought of seeing me again. Hehe. If that made any sense. Unwanted attention = the worst kind of attention. Poor guy. I don't blame him at all for anything that he said or did at the time. I probably would have done worse, roles reversed.

The experience was interesting for what it was. I now know that I can look directly at him without turning into a ripe tomato. I guess the 8 years of "experience" has made me able to handle awkward guy situations. Haha. It could also be due to the fact that he doesn't intimidate me anymore. Also that the girly crush has flown off somewhere far away too.

I also got a sort-of invitation to "bring your mum for lunch here sometime".

Maybe I might just take him up on that offer. Just for kicks. Hehe.

Fantasy Fix

JUUUU LIIIIIII!!!!!!!!

It's all your fault! *sniffles* All Ju Li's fault. Hmph. Poor Elaine is suffering. *sobs*.

And I bet she has no idea what she's responsible for. Right, Ju? HAHA. Hmph. Do you want to know? DO YOU?

She told me about SHANNARA! Yes, that's right. And now I'm superly-duperly addicted to it. Worse, I've finished every single book in my possesion. In a grand total of... 6 Days! (There were 10 books that I had). Augh! Somebody help poor Elaine. *sniffles again*

Honestly, though, I've read almost every other genre of book. So now I'm in my fantasy phase. It all started with Maggie Furey's 4 book series - The Artefacts of Power. (They call a 3 book series a trilogy. What's a 4 book series? A quadrology? Quadrilogy? Help!)

Now, I'm a Shannara addict without a fix. I actually re-read the only Wheel of Time (Robert Jordan) book I have to keep the craving at bay. BAH! Now I've run out of fantasy books and I don't know what I'm gonna do :(

Poor Elaine.

Donations anyone?

[I'll just be a kind soul and give you guys this link. If you like fantasy (or even if you don't :P), check it out.

http://isleofavalon.com/terrybrooks/shannara/the_books.html

Shannara! Shannara! Shannara! (Okay.. 'nuff o' mah craziness for today... Toodles!)]

Mathsy!

I'm so HAPPY today! A feeling of tremendous joy and elation! Oh wonder of wonders!

The reason?

I started Form 6 Maths tuition today!

Yes, you read right. Maths tuition. And happiness. And YES I haven't flipped. Well, not the full 180 degrees, at least. Do you want to know why I'm so happy?

Because it's a CHANGE IN THE BLOODY ROUTINE! *calms self down*

Okay, phew. Really, 4 months of doing nothing but read, watch TV and surf the net aimlessly is more than enough to scramble even the biggest couch potato's brain (for the record : the Biggest Couch Potato = me). I am so SICK of doing nothing!

Top that off with the fact that I read books at the speed of light, well. BLAH. I run out of books pretty fast (if you didn't get me the first time). And DVDs too. I've seen every single movie there is to be seen in my house.

So yeah, as of now, Maths tuition is my saving grace.

I LOVE MATHS!!!

(Make the most of this attitude while it lasts - by this time next year, it'll be a whole different ball game ;P)

Sad Sad Case

I saw a ghost from the past the other day. Out of the blue, just like that. Wasn't expecting it at all. Funnily enough, the first thought that flashed through my mind was, "What was I thinking?!!" I actually seem to be thinking that a lot. After the fact, unfortunately.

It's funny how something can be your whole life one minute, then turn into something you'd rather not think about or acknowledge the other. I suppose I've got a bigger track record in that sense compared to any other living being, but time and time again I can't seem to pinpoint the source of my.. er.. short attention span? Or maybe it's just disillusionment. I don't know.. but if it is, I seem to get disillusioned pretty damn fast.

I guess it's probably as simple as knowing what you want and knowing enough to stay away from what you (under normal you circumstances) would not even think of wanting. There's a sense of deja vu with me, too. I seem to repeat the same mistakes, it's not difficult to see the pattern in my choices. And the funny thing is, they're all complete opposites of what I really want.

Maybe I'm a scaredy cat, hiding behind what's safe and easy. Maybe I don't wanna put myself on the line. But then good things don't come easy (a little cliche here and there never killed anybody *sticks out tongue*), right? But hell. Getting burned once is more than enough to think twice about sticking my head out there.

I could psycho-analyze myself and say, "You got some issues, baby. You need ta clean up that mess inside that li'l head of yours before you start playin' anymore games. You pick 'em so you're in control, so they can't hurt you. You's scared, plain and simple. Get your act together, woman!"

And I'd say myself is right.

(Don't mind me.. I'm in a blabbering mood today.)

Ramblerambleramble.. Woohoo!

We sits and we thinks and we thinks and we thinks.. But no things come to mind, precious. Sigh.

G'day people. I have writer's block yet again, so I'll be rambling along typing random stuff. Although, I'm sure you're used to it now if you've been reading this blog. Note the "if", though. I'm a blasted crap-writer. If you're looking for deep thoughts and "the meaning of life", go elsewhere. I'm a shallow biatch, especially when it comes to my writing. Thank you.

Now, should I sound bimbo-ish or grandmother-ish today? I can't decide. Grandmother-ish requires me to find something to lecture on, unfortunately. Should I give y'all a lecture? Hm... But what on? Um.. Uh.. Dang! I usually have some self-righteous something to blabber about, but strangely, not today. Gah. Some other time, then.

How does one sound like a bimbo? Uck. Or maybe I don't even have to try. Yay! Nah.. that was so Queer Eye. Blah. Did I ever tell you that I ADORE Carson? His brain is right up my alley... The King (Queen? lol) of Sarcasm. I love ya, doll.

Oooh! Guess what song is stuck in my head? The damn Maxis ad song! "I want it all.. and I want it NOW!" Weeeha. It does not get weirder than this, folks. Or maybe it does. Yeah.. it probably does.

Oh yeah, baby. I'm LOooOOOSssIInnnG It! Confinement to the house ain't good. I's stuck in the house 24/5 (at least) if there's no one else in. Coz someone has to be home with my 91 year old hyperactive grandmother. Today, grandmother's gone out. And I'm still stuck at home. Doing what? Bloody housework! Which I do everyday, anyway. Argh!

Someone kidnap me and fly me to the nearest MPH PLEASE! (I know that sounds like super-nerd, but I don't bloody care. I want me some (more) books. So there.)

Fussy Ol' Me

Okay, I'm getting sick of the "why don't you have a boyfriend" question. Pah. Like as if a boyfriend is a must to live. Ugh.

A few things the masses need to know about me, I suppose.

(a) I attract the wrong kinds of guys - meaning, the ones I'm not likely to be attracted to.
(b) I'm attracted to the wrong kinds of guys - those who aren't likely to be attracted to me.
(c) I'm fussy beyond belief: One tiny thing can get on my nerves and turn me off faster than you can say "skin and bones".
(d) I'm a hopeless romantic - no spark, no thanks.
(e) I don't exactly get out enough to actually come into contact with potential spark-ers.
(f) You could say I've had enough of being on the uh, stronger side. I want to whine and be pampered.. for once. Blah.

So there you have it. Until I start crush-ing hopelessly on some poor, unlucky sod, I'm gonna be enjoying the freedom (or boredom.. however you want to look at it) of the single life.

I hope no one asks me anymore. I swear, if I hear that question one more time I'll scream. Like, literally.

Instant Madness

If one thing can be said for these last few weeks, it's that I'm getting real good at cooking rice and warming up food. Oh, and making instant rasam (it's nice, mind... mmmm). But that's just for my grandma.

For myself I've been resorting to Maggi Mee, Maggi Mee and more Maggi Mee. I'm the Queen of Maggi Mee. I really am. And please, shoot whoever says practice makes perfect. If my Maggi Mee making skills are anything to go by, that theory is shot full of holes anyway. Thou shalt not ask Elaine to make Maggi Mee, for thou will not want to eat - or even see - Maggi Mee again in thy entire life. Thou hast been warned!

One thing I CAN do, I suppose. Open a can of chilli tuna, warm up rice (see, this is where my rice warming skills come in.. lol), mix the lot together in a bowl, and EAT :D It's good. Very very good. Hehe. Mainly coz I'm not required to cook it.

But a huge part of my diet is instant rasam and rice. Yeah, you read right. Instant rasam. My grandma's friend gave her this rasam paste, which when mixed with hot water, gives you.. *drumroll*.. Instant Rasam!!! *wild applause* Ahem. Okay.

I think I've established that I cannot cook anything unless it has "instant" on it, or requires no cooking at all. Unless, of course, it needs warming up. Then I'm in my element (hehe).

I'm in dire need of help. Sniffles. But cooking's BORING! It takes a monumental amount of patience (for me, at least) to stand there and "wait for the thing to boil", "let it cook in it's own juices"... Argh! I guess I'll just resign myself to surviving on instant everything. Or... find a boyfriend who can cook. Hahahahahahaha!

Bye now!