a day to be proud...

get this, i get up at 12. vacuum the entire house, then clean the toilet and the bathroom. then i wash up, cut up some onions and green chili, grind up some garlic, then get this! i clean up chicken. then got it all nice spiced up, with ginger, garlic, termuric powder, and lots of chili powder. then i finally cooked them all. i made a really wicked chicken sambal. woohoo...

i mean a couple of months ago, if someone told me, this week, you'll have to clean the house and then cook, i'd show them the middle finger. but now look at me, i'm cleaning, i'm cooking..oh my god, i'm mom! i would have never imagined myself like this in a million years. well i have to say this though, i'm proud of myself. i wonder what will my mom say...

"son, i'm really proud of you"...or..."serves you right, for being such a spoilt brat"

i bet you my dad will be laughing his ass out if he found out i'm doing all this. before i left he always said, why you always sleep, huh? well...circumstances shoves a man into places he never knew existed in him huh...i told ricardo this, and he asked me, who are you and what have you done with the real rajes? heahehae....

well i have to try my super duper cooking, heaheahe...(you can imagine the smurk on my face now!)

later....