"one step closer"
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to independence, that is. to mark tonight as the eve of malaysia's national day, i decided to go all out and do something that would underline my own independence. a little bit each day, i guess. so i took some rice from the fridge that wasn't being used, took out some vegetables and salmon and sieved them [they were in soup] and then i got two pans...and then...i cooked. fried, to be precise. something that i've never done before [save frozen chicken nuggets and eggs], and i made myself fried rice. soggy [either from too much oil or water, i say oil], not too saltish. it tasted good. even though it was crap. go figure. i don't know, it just felt good. even the clean up, which was massive, seeing how i used too many containers and whatnots [i used another pan to fry the salmon and then poured the contents in - oil notwishstanding]. like i said, it's a step closer to independence. save the fact that all ingredients were provided for by my mother, and that i stay in my father's house and i'm about to go broke if i don't beg him for money repeatedly until he caves in.

but it still felt good.

independence. my cat's getting it, too. she doesn't stay downstairs with me anymore. she prefers the chaos upstairs, with the television blaring, though she does try to come down and sleep here from time to time. she prefers having sardines upstairs rather than having cat food that's better than anything i'd ever eat [if i was in her place]. she's got a bad attitude, with claws and teeth to match. but she still needs me for a hug, a scritch, a scratch...even though it's seldom.

i feel like a father with an adolescent daughter.

the lesson is, no matter how independent we need to be, we definitely still need support. just look at my enter the matrix completion that li vern pulled out of the hat, or the fact that the primary hardware i'm using to type this all out with wouldn't have been possible without justin's help. or the fact that my mother provided the ingredients, or the fact that my father provides much of everything else. if he knew what it was he provided. it's all a long network of support. no man is an island.

that reminds me of hugh grant quoting jon bon jovi in about a boy. i think.

speaking of independence, my aunt had to put on a malaysian flag onto her car. last night. i guess it's better to join the party late than not joining it at all. i'd just love to see how long it stays there. makes me wonder...malaysians are never really bothered about anything until it's too late, but with all the flags on the cars that we see today, how many flags are going to be remaining after independence day?

food for thought. and speaking of which, i'm still hungry.