I nailed it at cooking, literally.

I finally found something from the events in my real life to share it with you. As usual, it has been ages since I last wrote anything concerning my life in my blog. Heck, I hardly write anything at all.

So, note on the title. Cooking. Yes, I do cook when I have to. Girls gotta eat, and sometimes eating out can get old. So, mum and I decided we are going to have spaghetti bolognese for dinner tonight.

Mum came home earlier than usual from work today, so we can start preparing the ingredient together. After everything done, Mom started cooking outside, at the wet kitchen, while I was still in the dry kitchen, chopping onions and cheese. So, mum left me in peace to chop the ingredients in small pieces. Well, until she suddenly appeared out of nowhere, surprising me with her booming voice.

Realizing I cut myself, I ran upstairs to my room immediately, trying to find a band-aid. I can't show my cut to mum, as she developed a phobia of blood. After rampaging through my recently tidied and organized room, I finally found the box of band-aid. I rip them off with my teeth (seriously!) and was about to cover my finger with one, when I realize that my whole arm is covered with thick red blood. My blood. From a cut on my finger. In only 10 minutes top, my blood flowed so much.

I hear my mum calling my name from downstairs, and I panicked. She CANNOT see these blood! I rushed to the bathroom, and washed out my blood. After my finger and arm are cleaned, I noticed that I didn't cut my finger, I cut my nail. I cut my nail in half, but not all the way through. Under the flowing water from the tap, I can see my nail dangling from my index finger. And let me assure you, it wasn't a pretty sight.

I wrapped the band-aid on my finger (with the dangling nail intact!) and went back downstair, pretending nothing was harmed. Well, not really. My brown fiber band-aid changed color into deep red, thanks to my still flowing blood. So, I rushed back up to change my band-aid. And repeated it a few times. After the fifth change, I lay on my bed, with my bleeding finger, trying to decide whether I should go to the doctor or not. I lay there for about 10 minutes, before I finally call Intan to ask for her advise. Obviously, she screamed in my ears, telling me to get myself to the hospital A.S.A.P..

So, I finally told mum, keeping my finger out of her sight. I nervously told her that I'm going to drive myself to the doctor, and I'm gonna take her purse along with me as I don't think I have time to go to the ATM. I can almost see the color flushed off my mum's face as I told her. She only managed to say okay, and reminded me to get the receipt.

I didn't make it to the doctor, thou. I only manage to sit in the car for a while, before I went back inside the house to change the band-aid, realizing the bleeding stopped. That's good news for me, I hate doctors.

Owh, I forgot to mention, the cut didn't hurt. I just feel slight pressure on my finger. And after the bleeding, of course my hand felt numb.

I attempted to cook my favorite food, and this is what happened. Darn. I'm such a klutz! I guess I got to find a man who knows how to cook. Yummy!