so i was showering, and we had a blackout. dad says i should be glad that the water, at least, continued flowing but i was not happy about drying and dressing in the dark. or about shouting like a headless chicken because i thought candice was pranking me. i was really creeped out when there was no response from her room.

i think i should explain why i hate it when people call me multiple times in a row. this is because for each missed call, i receive an sms telling me that i've got a missed call. this is highly irritating because due to my sentimental nature and complete inability to delete the majority of my messages, my inbox is permanently two messages from being completely full. so when i get 7 missed calls, i have to delete them one by one, then wait for the next message to appear, then delete again, and wait for the next one...

so i'll leave you with a text i received earlier this year:
"Rain heavily drive slowly there are accident on the road be more carefully."
Sender: Ice.
Received 16:09:54. 24-04-2007

see why i can't bear to delete it?

i [really] cant cook

let me recall my cooking adventures today:

I came home from uni at 2:00pm. Mum told me to microwave (okay so this story isn't even about cooking, but microwaving) the leftover porridge for 2 minutes. So I did, and it came out looking a bit like kueh.

I asked mum for help, but she was rushing off to the airport, so she just said "microwave half a cup of chicken soup for two minutes, pour it in, and stir. heat up the fish as well!" I did that, but somehow there was waaaay too much chicken soup. So I got a spoon and drank what I approximated to be excess soup.

Then I dumped the fish in. I don't know how it ended up tasting fishy (mum says it's because I didn't break it up into smaller pieces first), and in all the drama I forgot to add the light sauce. But at least I wasn't hungry.