My Rant

I did Roti John and Sweet Potato Soup today. No pictures to show for them because I do not have the habit of taking pictures of my food, despite friends' constant requests of them on my blog. Indeed a picture speaks a thousand words. But perhaps I am a stick in the mud. Right now I am contended with just waxing my lyrical in words over here.

Anyway, back to food. What's a Singaporean without his/her food? Yes I did Roti John and Sweet Potato Soup. Not that they are such a challenge to make. The receipes are really simple. If I can churn this out, anyone can. I am in need of a change. I am simply sick of all the usual stuffs I whip up day in day out. It doesn't help that my german classes are now in the evenings, starting from 6pm. Which means dinner has to be ready for Mr R before I rush to the lessons. Nothing beats the easy fried noodles/rice which he can warm up himself when he reaches home. Either my creativity is going through a dry spell or it is that limited because there is only so much usual/spicy fried noodles/rice, mee/nasi goreng, dry mee siam, hokkien mee (I cheat lah, I use Prima Taste) etc. one can put up with before one goes retching upon hearing the words 'Fried Rice/Noodles'. Not that he demands his dinner has to be on the table when he gets home. Don't he ever dare! Being a bummer aside, I am afterall in the role of a housewife now. I have to bloody do my job in keeping the household in order and make sure that warm (an absolute must for me!) and edible food is on the table, don't I?

Perhaps I am just bored. Hence I look for an outlet to vent my boredom. And cooking is in fact quite effective in that aspect. Not to mention the self-satisfaction when a dish turns out well. Err, okay, my only critic is Mr R himself. And taste is often very subjective. And especially an ang moh one. Oh well..

I was asked many a times why I wish to work. Besides killing time, improving my spoken german and earning some moolah for myself, I want to feel needed in this Society again. It sucks to wake up every morning in your bed without having a purpose to look forward to. There is a sense of redundancy all the time. Even though I am in a family unit where Society considers me playing a major and important role in it, either by procreating or forming an economically productive household, I do not feel that important. Not in the very least. Why? Just because I am not making important/major deals or decisions at work like before? No, I don't think so. Having a job means I will be back in the social network again. Which also means I have a life of my own, rather than one that revolves just around Mr R. The institution of marriage does not restrain personal growth now, does it?

What's more, no man is an island. No matter how much I deemed myself to be quite an anti-social, at times I do require certain amount of social interaction (other than Mr R's), be it friends, classmates or even neighbours to keep myself sane. At my convenience, of course.

Then there are those advices which I received. One good one is I should have a baby to keep me busy and also because, they stressed again and again, I am not getting any younger. Digressing a bit, I seem to be receiving endless advices these days even when I DID NOT ask for them. Some people are just so fond of giving their 2 cents that they forget people just want to talk about their problems without needing a solution sometimes? Whatever happens to 'learn to listen'?

Okay, back to planting seeds. I have no objections to having a baby though I do not know when. And I am not gonna rush myself in getting huge and heavy, with puffy legs and no bikinis for 9 months just because I want to keep myself busy. Such wrong reason to bring a child to this world! Thanks but no thanks.

For now, I will just rot in my boredom. Short term solution: go shopping on Saturday to burn a big hole in Mr R's pocket. Retail therapy always works.