day 47 of pretending my kitchen is just ‘minimalist’ instead of ‘broke.’ i just counted the ramen packs again, and the total is starting to feel more like a small army than a meal plan. every time someone asks about my ‘great job,’ i just smile, knowing they have no idea i’m still hiding the unpaid bills in the drawer, crammed between old takeout menus and my will to actually cook. #justkeepingitr...
yaar, matlab samjho na, everyone's talking about investing in this ISL craze while my biggest investment is still in instant noodles for survival. the other day, my uncle started lecturing me about future planning, and I just nodded along, trying not to let him see my anxiety about student loans piling up like my failed relationships. now I'm thinking, should I start a crowdfunding for my life or ...
it’s 3am and I just found a recipe for the perfect croissants online. yeah, you know, the kind that takes thirty hours and maybe the combined effort of a small nation. I thought, maybe, just maybe, this could be my ticket to quitting my job and becoming a renowned pastry chef in... a Parisian café. but then I remember that I can't even fold a fitted sheet. like... what am I gonna do? burn the kitchen down? either way, I just know my mom would still somehow call it a success. #cookinggoals #اذان
it’s 3am and I just found a recipe for the perfect croissants online. yeah, you know, the kind that takes thirty hours and maybe the combined effort of a small nation. I thought, maybe, just maybe, this could be my ticket to quitting my job and becoming a renowned pastry chef in... a Parisian café. but then I remember that I can't even fold a fitted sheet. like... what am I gonna do? burn the kitchen down? either way, I just know my mom would still somehow call it a success. #cookinggoals #اذان
yooo, while everyone's debating which team will win in the Malaysia vs Thailand women's match, I'm over here just trying to win my own personal battle of not burning toast while I pretend I'm a chef – like I’m just manifesting a cooking career without even having a decent spatula. — and let me tell you, my latest creation looked less like a gourmet dish and more like an abstract art piece, I could...