I'm saved from the wrath of my classmates. Let me tell you the Hunting of the Carbonara story.

So anyway, my mom came back late today (like at 8 something) and turns out that uztaz wasn't around, meaning that there was no mengaji... Lol... Meaningless... So I was like, oh, maybe Mum came back with the Carbonara with three exclamation marks!!! And like I was 'Omg, Mum, Carbo?'

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'What carbo?'

She killed my happy.

People just don't do that nowadays except kamikaze movies and news about global warming. Parental figures seem to be the exception to this rule. After killing my happy, the nonchalance that came from saying 'Why Don't You Ask Your Father About the Recipe' just killed the motivation to get back the dead happy.

Now, I don't really like asking my dad for stuff. Most of the time he gives stupid responses. Or, sarcastic remarks. That's 90%. 9.99% goes to actually having the solution. The unthinkable 0.01% happened.

"Ah. Lol. I dunno."

Whatafuck.

"Go check the Intrawebs lolz :D"

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My face was the equivalent to a gaping with this expression = O___e BLAGH. So I went hunting. I found some crap about mixing egg yolks, heavy-thick cream, and cheese (Parmesan. They have to be oh-so-posh about it) and I was like Which One To Use so I called upon my Mobile Cookbook.

"LIZAAA! Omfg, do you know the Carbonara recipe!? I'm freaking out because my mum's freaking out because she doesn't remember O___e"

"Oh lol."

She went to repeat the above (egg-cream-cheese recipe). Joy.

So Mum and me went for the next best thing - premade ones. Okay, fine, we'll make a quick stop to Cold Storage because they have all those fancy-schmancy Branded Foodstauf there (btw, Billy, Pop Tarts can be found there). AFTER the surprise visit to our previous neighbour!

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Said neighbour's kid's getting married tomorrow. Figures. I won't be around since I'm gonna be in Fun(d) Galore, ha ha ha, hooray for me. 8D

But the first thing she said there was,

"Lol Marr help out with the preparations LYKOKAY?"

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WTF.

Dude. It's like I was dragged there to work. And then after that we sped off to Cold Storage. IT WAS CLOSED. Well, at least the front part. We had to follow the back way. The security guards were like, 'Faster ee you dumb people why are you here so late anyway' and I was like 'STFU my mum wants to buy the crap so whtevr LUSUR she's paying for your salaries anywayz'.

So. Totalled up to about RM 40. We're donating 40 bucks for this cause to feed 50+ people. It's like being in the Save Whales Now campaign, only that we have hungry kids instead of whales with coupons to give us instead of cold hard cash and we're not really saving the kids more like making them fucking obese-FAT.

We went back to the neighbour's place and I get to learn how to fold plastic. It started being repetitive after the first million times of stapling and folding and stapling again and again and ohmygod end it already.

And here I am, in my house, retelling the Adventures. I never knew Carbonara could get you so far.

See you tomorrow.

Labels: blather, fund galore, wtf