Monday, August 25, 2008 @ 2:14 PM.
Woah. Eversince the start of the holidays, I've been spending time at home. Weekend was a total bore without the usual company of the Saturday boy due to my stupid facial. The Olympic Games got me entertained though. From Synchronised Swimming to Artistic Gymnastics to Volleyball. I swear the the guys from Team USA are fucking hot. Now that the Olympics is over, i shall stop hogging the television non-stop from morning till night and start on my library book. No more hogging, no more screamings from The Mother. Mum went for her annual D&D on Saturday night, leaving her poor little daughter at home with no food. When I am hungry, normally I'll cook maggi or something simple. That night, however, I tried something different. I wanted toasted bread with cheese so I tried my luck. My house aint got no bread toaster cos my mum finds it useless (which i totally disagree). So this time, I kinda used a pan to make the toasted bread. So yeah, there I was in the kitchen cooking toast happily. Then, out of the blue the fucking bread caught on fire. I was so shocked with the unintentional 'pyrotechnics' that i just stood there gaping. I snapped out of it once smoke started appearing. To be honest, I was like some headless chicken. I started blowing. Ok, that sounds wrong. ANYWAY, blowing only made the fire bigger for some unknown reason. So, I did the only thing that came first in my mind. Swing the fucking pan! The flying bread on fire luckily landed on the sink. I swing that fucker like Roger Federer in his prime. Cool shit. Thank god, I didn't hurt myself. Or worse,burning down the kitchen. Cooking is definitely not one of my forte. Sorry mother, I don't think i can be a wonderful wife to my future husband.The business that was going to be set up by me and Sufian, well, let's just say I backed out cos i was pissed due to some reasons. So, yeah. Calling out to all those who are willing to help! :DLastly lastly lastly lastly, i miss the boy-with-the-giant-leg-muscles!
