failed at chicken

Cooking didn’t happen yesterday and the almost crawling taxi ride back home in the hard drizzle only made the pounding in my head grow harder *gah!* the windows to the loft was all shut so i’m guessing no one is back yet. I decided to walk up and buy dinner instead. Chicken something my tummy growled so i walked towards the coffeeshop to decide. Then i heard someone calling out for me only to glance at my cousins or are they my uncles? Hrmmm...but i recognised the faces immediately and went up to say hello. Turns out extended family from dad’s side is LIVING UPSTAIRS. It hit me that i’m surrounded by family. It felt quite odd actually.

Haste exit lead to me staright to the western kitchen and ordered half a chicken with sides. It was French fries (soggy and stringy), egg salad that smelt funny with coleslaw which was at best thick with mayonnaise. The girl behind the counter asked if i wanted the roasted or fried chicken and wanting to keep down the fat intake i chose roasted.

BAD BAD BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD choice. The chicken smelt funky but i thought it was the humidity and my lost appetite from the ride home. The door was wide open but gates locked ofcourse. The three stone angels kept the heavy doors open. Spunky has a new playpen! And i said a loud hello and heard ditto messing around in the kitchen. He was making noodles with the frozen mix veg from the fridge.

lesson tow self remidner ultimate : DO NOT EAT EVAR AGAIN AT THAT STALL

We both plunked ourselves in front of the huge tv and he recounted the okto shoot at the loft last Monday night. I was away *ahems* for the night but what i heard from diot was they DID shoot through the wee hours of the morning. Ditto counted about 20 people who stared at him throughout till they finally settled on the assumption that he actually LIVED there. the little nyonya dubbed in malay was showing on tv but we had it changed to evening news on cna before settling on a documentary dribbling about on the life of Australian sea lions.

So we had ‘the talk’. It was mostly about how he got his American accent and his family back home. It felt nice to hear him speak so freely even with the drone from the HUGE teevee was blasting away. I shall induct the boy into dinner with no teevee soon enough thats my goal! The hammering in my head subsided in the hot shower that followed and while we both continued later about superman vs batman (very very geeky convo) gail had already came back. He joined us to add on to the geek factor before we took timeout for another episode of ‘how i met your mother’!!

I think my books were MOLESTED! Yet i don’t see any missing SO FAR. There were gaps where books should be and they were all neither here nor there. i note that they fingered my historical romance books most. Hope it was a girl hurhurhur...i reread brida and then the witch of Portobello to sleep. Kama had good news about being in a panel for the UN. On that note plus parting goodnight from ditto that went ‘thanks for being mom amy’ i slept and didn’t want to wake up!

Stay sane,
j.amyemeelea

ps: you’re cool amerindo boy. I bet you have superpowers! GO READ AYN RAND LARGH! :p

People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it - walk.
Ayn Rand