Housework

Morning was busy.

Sriyanah has gone home to Indonesia. So I'm kinda like doing most of the housework. Partly because both parents are working, and also because I can't stand other people doing it, because they keep whining so much. So I do it myself.

Laundry took up a big chunk of morning. Then I went to cook lunch.

My dad can't cook. My mum is a very practical person. Meaning she doesn't cook anything that takes more than 5 min preparation time, and is a great fan of one dish casseroles. And for some reason, they think I can't cook. So to prove them wrong, and to prove to myself that I can cook, I decided to do a series of very complicated spanish dishes. They were all Tapas, quite similar in a sense to dim sum, but spanish. 

I started at 10.45, and didn't finish until 1. Total of 2 hrs 15 mins in the kitchen. Which isn't my longest. Baking cakes and pastries took way longer than that. There was this particular Tapas, which on its own took over an hour to do.

It was quite fun :) And my bro thinks the Tapas were awesome :)

Rest of the day was okay.

Until just before bedtime. My mum was halfway reading a story to me and my bro. The phone rang. My dad picked up. My grandma collapsed at my auntie's house. She is diabetic, has hypertension and a history of knee operations.

Everything after that just slashed my nerves apart.

Every time NCDCC does anything related to saving someone's life, I hope against hope that I will never ever have to do the real thing. And if I ever have to, at least let it not be someone I love. 

The hours and hours of practice. The tons of notes, powerpoints. The zillions of tests after tests. Nothing can ever prepare you for the real thing. 

This is the kind of stuff you figure happens to someone else. 

Getting kicked in the teeth by reality..... not something I want to feel ever again.