Cooking is a blast

To the contrary of some, i find cooking a joy. A pleasure. An honour. The joy and satisfaction of seeing others dig in to your food only to ask for seconds is something that one cannot describe. It's like having the orgasm of your lifetime after making love with your soulmate. Sure i pity those poor MoFo's that cant cook for fucks even with boiling an egg but where there is trial and error there is experience. And yes you ignorant bitches. There is a proper method and timing to cook an egg to make it as creamy and nice as possible. At least to MY methods, which of course never fails.

I love cooking. And people love my cooking. Whenever i cook, the world begs to try it. Not that i'm boasting or anything but to those who have tried my cooking would surely understand it. Haha call me arrogant and egoistic but this is the reality. And i only can cook so much to feed so many at a go.

But of late...there has been something disturbing in the force of cooking. Before in the past whenever there was an oppurtunity for me to cook there surely will be an awating crowd to commune with me on the dish. This time however, it was different. Such circumstances in the force have allowed these people to snub me in my cooking and refuse to taste out my food, up to the point where i have to BEG them to allow me to do the honours.

This have shamed me greatly. Were these the so called "friends" that i have? The same very friends that i eat with on the same table everyday, the same friends that i attend classes with everyday, the same friends that i hang out with almost any other day? As of late, relationships and ties with these people have been strained, almost to the point where i would wish to sever ties with them. For not only have these people taken me for a ride, i somehow feel a great sense of betrayal from them.

But still i press on. With the quick touches of modern technology and communication, the Great One did not have any trouble in finding a substitution for the food tasters. Not only were they a compliment to my cooking, but also a good oppurtunity for me to catch up with them as well as chill out at the bay a little. Cooked i did, great food i cooked, great food they ate, great was my honour. And to top off the occasion with a little cream, i made some new friends.

So here i am now at the end of the post. Many lessons have been made in this session and there will be many more lessons to come. Like my saying; "you live you learn" has always remained true and frank to me at these times. Lesson 1) life is always full of bitches who will try to take advantage of you and test your patience to the limit. Lesson number 2) if there are people who do not want to taste your cooking, DO NOT PUSH. you sound like a dog begging for a treat. and the last but MOST important lesson: UNIVERSITY MALAYA ARE FULL OF RETARDS. enough said.