Thank the shadows

If I had to believe in a god(des), (s)he would be it.


Ain’t it amazing how on some days, the stars align and everything falls wonderfully into place? I thank thee, Mistress of Shadows.

That thought occurred to me as I was staring at my pasta, fusilli with alfredo sauce if you must know. I didn’t have any excess nor shortage of either pasta and sauce, and I managed to use whatever leftovers I had. Not at easy task for an amateur like me. Usually this is what happens instead.

Leftovers

Image sourced from "Why I don't cook at home" at http://theoatmeal.com.

Or that I have sauce leftover that I’ll have to dip random objects into in order not to waste, or plain pasta to chew as tidbits while I watch a movie.

Today, even the last pasta had just the right coating of creaminess with a small chunk of mushroom.

To an outsider, this is incident would be woefully minor, and hell, you’re probably laughing at me right now. But to me, it was a day gone right.

Now, if you’d excuse me, I’m needed by the people of Skyrim.

Shadows guide you, my dear reader.

Shopping Trip

Shopping trip

With under two weeks left before I have to surrender myself to the local concentration camp report for enlistment, I took the the task of shopping for the necessities.

I’m a geek, and the only bag I own which carries anything worthwhile is my Targus laptop backpack, and that wouldn’t do. I settled on one of those side-carried sports utility bags, much like those which terrorists in fiction love to carry around their arms and bombs in. Next were a few miscellaneous items like clothes hangers, washing powder (can’t wait to sing “Laundry Day” while doing my own laundry) and a pair of swimming goggles which somewhat matched my eyesight but not really at the same time. I’m sure I’ll bump into something with it on.

I’ve been advised to get a pair of cheap plastic spectacles but I can’t be bothered to. With my eyesight, there’s no such thing as “cheap” spectacles. And frankly, a pair of huge, thick and black plastic spectacles would just make me look plain dumb.

After going countless years without a watch, I treated myself to one. I carried one that had its wrist bands broken in my pocket throughout secondary school, and after that I relied on my mobile phone as a time keeper. I’m allowed to bring in a mobile phone, but not carry around with me all the time, so I’ve no choice but to settle for a cheap digital watch.

On the topic of mobile phones, although my Sony Ericsson W950i should be allowed in without problem since it’s not a camera phone and it does not have any removable memory sticks (4 GB internal flash ftw), I decided not to take the risk of either having it confiscated or stolen, and downgrade to an old school phone like every other fellow NS-men. In my case, it was a Nokia 6100 which was handed down to me by my dad. I’ll be able to make calls from time to time, although I’m not sure who I would call. There isn’t many people that I talk on the phone to.

New phone, old phone

Left: W950i. Right: 6100

The remaining items, which are not pictured are the stuff which I have but can’t pack yet, due to obvious reasons, such as toiletries, underwear, nail clipper and slippers.

Aside from all the above, I bought a pack of mixed vegetables and a dozen more eggs to supplement the grind of my egg cooking skills (omelet, half-boiled, hard-boiled, scrambled, regular fried). I’m not sure what I’ll use the mixed vegetables for at this point. I’ve survived on a week of my own cooking so far (because my mom started work), but I’m rapidly running out of ideas on what to make that’s within my reach.