My Breakfast.

No, that's not black sauce. About 5mins before this pic was taken, that black chunk at the top of the plate was frozen white bread on a clean plate. Let me clarify.

I reheated the bread in the microwave oven on high for say 2mins which is what I do normally. Then I went back to my room to continue preparing for uni. When I walked back to the kitchen, there was thick smoke emanating from the microwave oven door, the microwave oven was not switched off like it should do automatically. Crap, I thought. WTF!!

I quickly and smoothly turned the timer knob to zero which switches the oven off and then opened the oven door. Whoa, shit. Thick FOG started billowing out!! And it smelled SOO bad I thought I was in Indonesia during one of those peat fires. So I opened the kitchen windows, the balcony glass door and switched both living room fans on FULL BLAST!

It took awhile for me to actually get enough guts to stick my hand in the oven and get my breakfast out. I was reminded of The Sims when a fire starts because somesim didn't know how to cook with the oven. Then after the fire gets extinguished, the sims in that house all have hygiene super red and close to zero. I felt that way. Like after a few hours at a pool cafe and your hair and clothes all smell of smoke.

Went to uni, realised I couldn't get close to anyone that day. Damn. Later saw this particular person in the CAL lab but couldn't get close. Damn. Later Ee Lynn told me I smelled fine but she also said my voice sounded okay when Cherie told me it was terrible. Dunno who to believe. Damn.

As for the charcoalized bread, well, I didn't wanna waste it, you know. And I ran out of milk for my cereal and I hate eating dry cereal and I didn't have anymore fresh bread I didn't feel like having oats without any milk in it. So I sucked up my pride and ego and tucked in to the charcoalized bread. It wasn't that bad. A bit hard at first but you get used to it. It was crispy too. I had to chew the inner parts really slowly but the outer parts were really crispy. Especially the "skin" of the bread.

Wasn't orgasmic but what can you expect. Tasted a bit like burnt marshmallows. Or the charcoalized part on your barbequed chicken wing. Gave a kind of edgy grilled flavour to the bread. Interesting experience.

But that's bullshit. I got disgusted by the sight of it, took a picture of it for blogging purposes then threw the chunk of charcoal out the kitchen window. I didn't even wanna throw it in my own dustbin. Give up dee. Heard the bread thud against the pavement outside the window. Hahah. Felt a queer sense of satisfaction then proceeded to clean up the liquid whatever left on the plate. Look at the pic lar, pls. It was like some black hazardous chemical you find in pre-u lab practicals with a name like oxyhydronyl-1,2-bromo-iodo-ethanosulphorous acid and the lecturer warns you to take extra caution with it. Gross lar. But lucky it came off pretty easily with little exertion made scrubbing it. Hahah.

Ended up eating the extra Gardenia buns I bought during the comp yesterday. Told Joyce about it too. I bet she smelled funny in uni as well. Hahah.

It's night time and the kitchen still smells like marshmallows. Which isn't too bad but I keep feeling like the smell is gonna fill up my lungs and clog it with the weird chemicals you find in smoke. Gets you kinda scared to breathe in the kitchen. Meh.

Blogging duties done. I'm off.