Growing Up

Whenever I think about turning 21 this year, I'm like, heck, I don't even remember having 20 birthdays! Da crap? I can't be that old. 

Birthdays I remember: the time I had a big kiddie birthday party, the time I was such a hormonal depressive teenager my friends should have beaten me up instead of getting me cake, the time my friends surprised me in my sleep (to which I could only begin to react after they had all gone home because I WAS thaaaat slow), the one where I freaked out about singing in front of a crowd, the time my boyfriend went for a stupid marathon without training then fell sick and the time my boyfriend decided it'd be fun to be in Canada away from me for 4 freaking months.

So if I do the math, I should be...6 and turning 7. Now that just makes more sense. Okay so the truth is I clearly don't want to grow up. I'm dreading adulthood and I'm pretty sure adults understand that. They pay bills, run errands and be all adult-y and stuff.

When you're young, you think freedom comes with independence. The fact is you only gain freedom from your parents (that doesn't mean they're completely out of your life, I just mean you call the shots now) but you become a slave to the world. Independence is not another word for freedom for sure.

The world be like, WERK. Give us all your moneh! Pop babies! Wake early or no breakfast! Make decisions! Think! Don't drink and drive! Slave to the world right there. (Seriously though, don't drink and drive.)

It's just so hard being an adult.  What if I screw up?

Food Glorious Food

I am so blessed to be able to stuff myself with so much good food. The problem is that the better food you eat, the higher your standards. Suddenly all the crap you used to love taste like real crap. Being brought up in a food haven like Ipoh certainly didn't help. Having a talented cook like my late grandma didn't help either. (I swear by her taste buds!) 

Now that I'm studying in Singapore, it's so hard to get value for money when it comes to food. It's as if I have to fork out 5 to 20 times the price (compared to Malaysia) for a good meal. Fortunately, I live with my uncle's family and my uncle is such a good cook! (His awesome food blog, a tribute to my grandmother: www.foodcanon.com) 

Honestly, the reason I look forward to each new day is simply because my tummy is empty and ready for the coming 5 meals! Yes 5 (or more), because I eat for fun so much I end up having frequent small meals rather than 2 to 3 big ones. Apparently, it helps keep your metabolism going. What a happy coincidence! Hah. 

I get so upset after an unpleasant meal because I feel so dissatisfied. All that wasted stomach space! Guess it's time to tap into my (hopefully existent) raw cooking skills and churn out some good food for myself. Soon. Or later. Maybe when I'm older. And living alone. And have no choice but to cook for myself. :/ I don't even know why I blog about these things.