CEPET BELAJAR MASAK❗❗

Is it going to be a blog-worthy post? I don't think so.
But will I still write it? Hell yeah.

So for the starter, there are so many things that I haven't told you guys about. But to make it short:

1. I've moved out from my house for 4 months (me thinks?) and finally experiencing the ultimate and ever-so-glorified kost-an life.
2. I'm still writing my skripsi (bitj, bye!!!!!!!)
3. I'm currently working at ELC Cibinong which might be the biggest plot twist of my 22 years old LIFE.

But those things aren't the reasons why I finally start writing here again.

So this happened last night. It was just a usual evening in Rukita, where the Wi-Fi was always bad and the common room was always occupied by those loud neighbors. And I was hungry --but now that I think about it, I was probably just bored-- and for the record, there weren't many things I could cook anyway.

I was initially going to cook Indomie but my loud neighbors were watching TV. And for your additional information, the TV was in the common room, and it was located in front of the kitchen. As usual, my timid self officially aborted the idea and chose to starve myself to sleep.

But eventually, the voices died down, I peeked from my room and God loved me because my neighbors were nowhere to be seen. "I. Must. Cook. Now." I made myself spaghetti with instant sauce like every normal person who's hungry at 11 p.m. would do. 

Man, I killed that spaghetti.

Not this one

I MURDERED THE POOR SPAGHETTI

It was a crime scene.

Horrifying.

Traumatic experience.

I might have gotten PTSD from it.

I mean, how could an instant spaghetti taste like that? It was beyond my comprehension.

In conclusion: I really need to start learning how to cook. I can't live like this for the rest of my lyyyyyfeeee