Daylight deals a bad hand to a person who has laid too many bets. But if you don't take a gamble, you don't get money.

(please exercise principle of charity. I'm not encouraging any form of gambling)


I was so reluctant to put up a new post, because the current posts on the tag-board and the previous entry was so well matched (even without my being loud-mouth), but after some time it gets boring anyway.


So.


Here's the deal: lately I've been attending salsa lessons, this morning I just got confirmation that my match is no longer my match, and tomorrow (later?) my mother believes I'm making corner-terrace flambe.



Salsa lessons are FUN. It helps that the teacher is lots of fun.

Seriously. "I'm probably one of those teachers who will allow you to talk as much as you want... I'm not being sarcastic; there's lots of energy going around... but I have one condition: Boys, you have to get the girls' number."

Still learning NOT to back-lead.


Being rejected is not fun. And I suppose those who have been following my blog can guess that it hurts a lot more this time around... and you'd be right. But it's also a huge load off my shoulders, to have it out in the open.

Can you believe it affected my appetite? I was pretty shocked at myself. Didn't want to have lunch at all. In the end ZJJ made me eat some rice with meat cubes. Not much, but I didn't exactly wolf it down. I willingly went to work without dinner, and would probably have gone without dinner if I hadn't had some entertaining conversations with my colleagues and teacher about cooking.

But anyway. That's reality. We're still friends, and there are other fishes in the sea. Just that the good ones aren't that easy to catch.

Heart still feels a bit heavy, but I'll get over it, as usual.


Beef pot pie made by moi tomorrow, using my own recipe (basically, that means I'm doing things by instinct, in addition to the obvious stuff; no recipe has been consulted, although the regular cook, ZJJ, has been). Groceries amounted to exactly 50 bucks, and I'm quite proud of the way the filling turned out. Letting it soak for a day, and tomorrow I'll do the rest before serving dinner. The pot pie itself is a subtle east-west fusion, but the soup well be chinese broth, and the salad...... Well, salad is quite universal, but I'm wondering if I can make my own dressing...

Dang I forgot the onions. Hope my parents' red wine makes up for it. I put some in the filling.

Parental units aren't sure whether to trust me on this one. They are my guinea pigs, after all. Mother keeps telling me not to burn down the house.


And oh yes... I'M VERY HAPPY ABOUT MY GRADES!!


Shan't broadcast them here... I broadcasted it on msn... otherwise, ask me yerself.






Oh, and boys? I'm single and available now, so you'd better start running. Away, that is.