When i was really young, my grandma would always ask me around 10 plus in the evening if i was hungry and if i wanted to eat anything, the answer was usually yes, so what she'd do is she'd take out cup noodles and she'd begin to peel off the cup. Yes, my grandma is the only person i know that cooks cup noodles like that. Yes, she knows that all it takes is for you to pour hot water in, cover the lid and then you're done. It didn't occur to me then, but as i grew up i asked her why she did that cause by then i had already been cooking cup noodles myself, (the only form of cooking i knew back then) and her reply would be simply be this, "If i cook it like that i wouldn't be able to add in the eggs, the meat and the vegetables and you wouldn't fully enjoy the meal." Yes, only my grandma could consider eating cup noodles a meal and yes, she's i'm always reminded of that whenever i eat cup noodles.
thought @ 12:35 AM;
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
"The concept of a stuffed toy is an interesting one, it replaces the one we long to hold in our arms. The idea however is flawed, sometimes the only thing that we need is the one we long to hold, thats where the stuffed toy stands for naught."
"Love is irrational so slap the next person that says you need a reason to love"
"When in doubt laugh it off, when you're in trouble face it with a smile, when you're up to your neck in shit, do both."
"First and last, for now and forever, no matter how much it hurts. That much i can guarantee."
