Night at home aloneI called up the goth and asked him to come home tonight to keep me company, because except for the maid I will be home alone from now until tomorrow afternoon. I told him that we could order pizza (my treat), and I wanted to tell him that we could watch movies and stuff but then he turned down my offer because he had an "errand" to do. Apparently he had to pick up his girlfriend from Bangi and send her all the way to Setapak. How nice that some girls could shamelessly treat their boyfriends like personal chauffeurs. The scientist likes to call the goth's knack for driving his girlfriend around
usung, a traditional Malay word when translated I think it means "to carry one on a pedestal" or something like that.
Anyway the nub and gist of it is that I was turned down by my own brother. Talk about bitches before sisters. Of course, I didn't expect him to come home solely to hang out with me and protect his little sister (hahahaha), but I expected him to come at least for the pizza, where we could have it all to ourselves. Now the thought of ordering pizza just for myself and the maid doesn't sound so appealing, but then again I don't want my dinner to be as horrible as what I had for lunch (overcooked instant noodles and chicken balls). You may probably go "Wait, but don't you have a maid?" my answer would be yes, but without the kiddies or my parents around she seems to lose her motivation for whipping up anything remotely edible, which could explain my horrible lunch. No, she didn't make the instant noodles, I did, because I didn't feel like eating what she cooked, which included squid I think, and I hate squid. So I made some tom yam-flavoured Maggi, but soon regretted it later after taking a few mouthfuls. It was like I could taste the kind of poison I was putting into my body, and it wasn't even delicious yummy poison like fast food. I never got to finish the bowl, or any of the chicken balls. I saved the chicken balls and put them on a plate in the kitchen next to the food my maid laid out, but threw out the noodles.
Yeah I know, I really shouldn't waste food like that. But I don't think I would feed the poor or starving children Maggi, because I think that's worse than giving them no food at all. I would rather cook them my special friend rice, which is just rice fried with sausages and meat balls and veggie and anything else I could find in the fridge, with added soy and oyster sauce for extra flavour. I have only made this once back in 2006, but it seemed to have been a hit among the kiddies at home. Even though this dish of mine wouldn't exactly top the nutritious healthy food scale, it's certainly better to eat than instant noodles. Unless of course the person cooking those instant noodles is the scientist, who can turn any matter into pure gold, including boring old Maggi. The scientist always makes the nicest food, I still don't know how she does it. She could slap a piece of bread and cheese together and make it taste like a nice sandwich.
I have set up my computer and stuff in the living room, so that I could watch telly while still doing stuff on the comp. So far I've been watching reruns of Spongebob on Nick in between watching videos on You Tube.
The maid has stepped out for a while, leaving me alone alone. I have no idea what I'm going to be doing tonight. I can't be bothered to start on anything for school, or the paper. I don't even want to think about school right now.
This morning the scientist was begging me to come along with her to Kedah where the dad and the kiddies are. I kept saying no, because I don't like the place, and it was really last minute, I needed more time to brace myself before jetting off by plane to see family I haven't seen or spoken to in ages. The scientist kept begging and begging, but I really didn't want to go. The topic of 'spontaneity' and 'going on a plane' kept being brought up, but I still didn't feel like going.
So that's how I ended up where I am now. To minimise my guilt a little bit, I grilled last night's leftover KFC for the scientist rather than microwave them and have them be all soggy.
I guess I could order pizza and save the leftovers for brekkie. It's going to be a long night I think, if I don't find something to amuse myself with.
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