I'm hungry. The time is about way too right that my tummy feels this way.
Food. Kitchen. Both the words are teasing away in my mind.
If I were to rate my cooking skills at present, with 10 being the best (and I'm sure you know how the rating works), I'd give myself the number 4. Waaaa!! @ Aaahh!! In Chinese, when said in the correct tone (I'm referring to the number by the way), would mean 'die'!! No. I don't want to be a "cook" who is failing instead of improving in her cooking skills. Gimme a generous amount of time. Given that (plus interest), these hands of mine will function better in one of the most important parts of a house ('apartment', in my case) - the kitchen.
How can the brother be better than the sister?!? Cannot be.
Well, the best cooks as I see it on TV, are men. See for yourselves. The women are out-numbered. Whichever it is, right or wrong...I'm gonna stop the 'debate' that I started.
I'm hungry. I shall listen to some music while I'm eating later. That'll only happen in approximately an hour's time if I make my way home right now and start slicing and stirring and all that right away.
Laptop, you're coming home with me today. Let's get those tunes rolling...yays-ness!!!
Muah!!
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