Of Living with Dictator 1 & Bully 2

I don't really remember the entirety of my dream last night, only snippets. One particular scene, however, stood vivid in my memory, and the tsunami of emotions that crashed over me at that particular time in my dream feels just as clear now as it did then.

I dreamt of a very expensive looking food processor. What was better: it was on sale. *insert JOY&EXCITEMENT*

What. the. Fuck?

Yea, I thought so too.

I guess it has been a while since I tearfully bid farewell to the good companion of Nina's former aparmentmate's handy-dandy food processor, and I guess it has also been a while since I last touched the oven. Lately, I haven't been inspired to bake anything. The closest I've come to wanting to bake was upon seeing some sinfully delicious looking Ferrero Rocher Macarons (with FR being my favorite chocolate dessert and all), but it soon died as I stumbled across some other exquisite looking French dishes that made me wanna COOK more than BAKE (namely Anthony Bourdain's Roti de Porc Au Lait).

Well, let's hope foodgawker spits out some inspirational desserts sometime soon, or fatty Jon's not getting any sweets.

Which, leads me to the title of this post: my housemates. or more specifically, Jon & Bailey & Nina. Oh how I love living with them. Everyday is filled with mild insults and playful banters that makes me laugh so hard that I think I might get abs just from laughing by the end of this year.

Dictator 1: Bailey Zhao

"You should be HONORED to be in my presence."

Bully 2: Jon Lin

"Go to your room. Yea, that's right. Do as I say."

and what are we (Nina&me)? The giggle girls & the minions.

"Oh yes honorable Bailey!"

I will be sad when Bailey leaves at the end of this month. (I think.)

I'll miss him though, no lie.