Depression for breakfast, pot for lunch and sore throat in the evening
admin January 6th, 2008
Depression for breakfast
Upon deep ponder, I came with the conclusion that making spaghetti was the initiation and source of my early depression. I’ll explain this in a minute.
But what I wanted to say first is this: bolognese has cheese in it?! What? I thought we add cheese ourselves if we wanted. But no, the label specifically said “cheese (contains milk)“.
Okay, with this out of the way, I can go on to my story and hence how I came up with this title for a post.
So. I came downstairs at 10:30ish for breakfast but seeing it’s a weekend (translation: mum’s cooking day) and a non-working day for me, we hardly get home-cooked meals, only bought. So not only did I not get a home-cooked meal, I got nothing except a loaf of bread. Since I am lactose intolerant, I can’t put anything on the bread so I ate it plain.
“Make spaghetti since you didn’t get to yesterday.” So she was expecting me to cook breakfast. No problemo.
Starting cooking the spaghetti and some mince for the bolognese, blah blah. While waiting, I read the jar. CHEESE. Great!
With no appetite left, I prepared a plate for mum and a (giant) plate for brother. Mum asked if I wanted anything else and I said no and went upstairs.
After a little while, I started feeling really PMSy (even though it’s not the time yet). Mum came upstairs with a big plate of vermicelli she whipped up just for me after my discovery. And guess what I said?
“I told you, I DON’T want any! Do you ever listen to what I say?!”
Immediate regret. Shit!
Cut, she took the plate away with an “ok.”
“Mum, I’m sorry.” Yes, I was frustrated, but she went through all that effort for me just to get this? “I’ll eat it later.”
I heard a small muffle and she disappeared downstairs.
Shit!
Then I started to cry, feeling really bad and stupid and an ungrateful little bitch. I know in my heart, I didn’t mean it, but the guilt! Reminds me of a similar incident.
So anyway, I went downstairs almost immediately after, apologised again and ate the plateful and failing to stifle cries. Dad came back from grocery shopping then and my mum asked if he wanted some of spaghetti to which he said no to. I hurried up and finished my food so I could go upstairs before having a breakdown there and then.
Then I had this emo thought: I had cut the only person in the world who cared for me!
Had some reflection time in the shower, and asked mum to walk with me. She wanted to get something at the chemist so I quickly agreed. Being the forgive and forget type, everything went uphills from there. So glad~!
Pot for lunch
Aunt 2, her husband (Uncle T) and 10 year old cousin (Pat) came over during lunchtime. It’s been a while. Getting compliments here and there about my appearance (something like “you look good” and “you’re really fit”) and my spaghetti (which I heated up for them for lunch, without a microwave) got kind of me high =]
The whole day was spent chilling out, watching the cricket (5th day, 2nd test. Australia vs India), chatting and playing with Pat (who was playing with my brother). You know how I said I wasn’t good with kids? Well, I’m not particularly good with this one, but he’s cool and really funny. Had a really relaxing arvie with lots of catching up, cricket, games… food.
Sore throat in the evening
Approaching the final overs of cricket, we pretty much thought the match would end as a draw as we weren’t getting Indian players out fast enough and they were defending to stay on. Though I was positive anything could happen as a near-impossible match in the past proved so: bowler Brett Lee hitting a 6 on the last ball and the team winning by 1 run.
And like that match, this match was simply unforgettable; Michael Clarke getting 3 wickets on 5 balls!
We won! WE WONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!
Me/Uncle/Aunt/Pat/Mum/Bro: *scream for our lives* … *rooftop cracks open for a split second* … *claps and screams*
A most exciting, unbelievable time in test cricket. Amazing. A must see. Brief summary here.