gah. living in one country and the kitchen in another is dreadfully torturing.

u get all those darn good (but really weird) recipes in your head, but you can't even make it!!

the closest i have to a kitchen here in the hostel is a microwave. unless you count the kitchen in the dining hall, which is about as clean as a frequently frequented (i like this word!) public toilet by unsanitary people.

*cries

ohwell. at least i have the 2 queens of baking, Cakespy and Bakerella, as well as the queen of cooking, The Pioneer Woman to tide me over till the much awaited holidays.

*stares sadly at pictures and descriptions of delish food and cakes i can only see, while the taste floats enticingly out of reach.

ARGH!!!

i am seriously in trouble. looking at food makes me hungry, and i already polished off at least 2 mini packets of M&Ms and a Cadbury mini-bar! thankgoodness im too thin so i have to eat more. or else i shall have to barf(not like i actually have the courage to do that. do you know how corrosive your stomach acid is!! i CANNOT have rotten teeth or my orthodontist will kill me). but anyways, i shall have to go.

goodbye internet, hello ice-cream!