Words of a Stranger

Waxing lyrical of the crappy details of my life and my views with a healthy dose of cynicism, sarcasm and everything you like about non-wholesome movies.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Minor victories seem much more important than major ones.

Kitchen victories:

Last Sunday, my mum used a knife to stab 4 crabs and didn't kill a single one. I know. They struggled very violently when I tried to pierce them again (I know they still move after they die, but really... struggling that violently, it would have had to be some restless crab spirit).

I killed all of them with a chopstick. And mashed one inside along the way. At least, the restless crab spirits were laid to rest with my divine chopstick.

She did purchase those two huge humongous pincers though. I'm glad we didn't have to kill the crab that should have been attached to those pincers. It might have killed us first.





Provided the body of the crab was proportional in size to its pincers. Might have been 2 weeny fiddler crabs for all we knew.






Today, I cooked spaghetti (angel hair) bolognaise! All by myself! The sauce was a little on the salty side, and I forgot to add olive oil to the angel hair, but a score of 6 to 7 out of ten from my mum seems pretty good. I was hoping for an eight, but I already mentioned my glitches afore.

In any case the bolognaise wasn't made from scratch. I just added stuff to make it bearable, and hopefully, pleasureable.




Changing channel:


I don't get it... do you like me? Do you fear me? You say strange things, but you act normal. You'd wait to have my company for the mrt trip even if you're rushed for time. And I can't quite get over that lightning protest about the person on the phone not being your girlfriend. That came a bit fast, and you seemed panicked by the fact that the rest of us would think such. That surprised me some.


Also, this is one of those times when I've to good reason to hesitate asking you for a straight answer. There are... complications. The way I address you should be a clue. As well as the fact that I thought you had a girlfriend, and I was sure I saw you on one of your dates before. And other stuff that would become dead giveaways.






Sorry. Melodrama. Tune your remote; maybe this blog will get back on track.

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Does anyone know how to delete an msn space? I made one out of curiosity and I don't know how to get rid of it.

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Oops! I think you just fiddled the [OFF] button.

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