Wet Market

Remember how I was griping about rubbing shoulders with fishy-smelling aunties at the wet market?

Well, I finally shopped for groceries at the wet market! Well, strictly speaking, I cheated because I only went shopping around noon. You know how aunties NEVER go wet-marketing after 8 or 9AM, right?! So at noon, there was basically no one else to rub shoulders with me. Haha!

But at least I made an effort to show up at the wet market to get groceries, right?

It was a lazy morning, as usual, and I was exceptionally hungry and horny.

You know, I'm really the kind of people that can substitute sex with food. I know I have to stop harping on the fact because it is neither glamourous nor polite. But what the heck.

So I decided to whip up a storm in my kitchen. I NEED FOOD.

I looked at the rice cooker, sitting idly for some time now, and thought to myself, “OMG, I'll cook the perfect rice today,” Which of course, I didn't. It was almost perfect, just a tad too soggy when I fried it later.

Hmm, I'm sorry if were waiting for the moral of the story, 'cause there isn't any.