Meludah ke langit..

..terkena muka sendiri
(Or cutting off your own nose to spite your own face)

Have you ever did that kind of stuff? Lashing out at dear ones whom you loved simply because you’re hurting? Kinda let’s see how you feel when I hurt you since you have hurt my feeling too (however unintentional)? Only that it hurts me more, like double, to actually do it though I would still did it over and over again. Yes, it’s a typically plus very childish attitude and things to do, to say the least. Sorry, I can’t even explain it myself. Some more for it to happen during the Holy month of Ramadhan, it shows how much pent-up emotion that keeps on boiling inside of me.
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My two housemates can cook!
Now that our kitchen has a proper electric stove plus all the necessary pots and pans, other utensils and most importantly kuali (thanks to One person), the cooking drive (and competition between the two of them) is really on. The menu for last evening’s iftar was bubur nasi bersup ayam by One. Then followed closely by mee bandung for dinner cum supper by the Other. They’ve been pestering me to cook too.
So these are my stand-by reasons for not-to so far (choose one):
a) I did prepare a mean cekodok pisang last week (had to - the pisang had been laying around untouched from greenish to being ripe yellow & mellow) but nobody eat it much. Mostly because each of us bought our own stuff for berbuka then and sure there’re lotsa of choices. So, it went to waste la kan. Taubat nak buat lagi! Even the best Roti John Sardin in XXX went to waste too. And tauhu sumbat. And karipap inti ayam. And part of kue teow sup utara (not all in one day ok).
b) Pergh! If I were to take over the kitchen for a day, they’ll ‘die’ (akin to hitting nirwana) immediately upon eating my cooking – simply too delicious! Even talking about what I can cook will simply make mouths water (salivating already?)….Heheheh (tongue-in-cheek)
c) I’m not in-training to impress my future mother-in-law and husband-to-be (like one did, cooking on demand). The other one also gotta start on the training to be a good wife – kata orang dulu2, ikat hati suami melalui perutnya - coz she gotta boyfriend too.
d) I cook with a certain style -Er, panache tu! – there must be some ‘head-banging’ involved. Like tukang masak at restaurant mamak, said my sis. Meaning I most certainly will ketuk2 the kuali/pot with the ladle. Panggil orang makan tu, said mak. Tapi malulah dengan jiran2…masak sekuali heboh sekampung!
e) I'm in denial - I can't cook actually.