Hot & Cold Worries.

I had this sudden craving for a chilled cup of Milo last night. I dumped the 3 in 1 Nestle Milo powder into the glass and added perhaps four tablespoons of syrupy condensed milk (I wondered if adding condensed milk was necessary since it was already a 3 in 1 powder packet). Then I dispensed hot water into the cup and stirred the sweet-smelling bubbling chocolate-coloured drink. Wala, my wonderful cup of Milo almost ready to indulge- except that it was not chilled. Moreover, it was a exasperatingly warm night for me. I went over to the freezer to get some ice but, there were not any! Now, this is where a problem, which I have struggled with all my life, begins:

I reckon many instincts is to chill the delicious Milo by placing it in the freezer. I proceeded to do exactly that and then wait patiently/impatiently. After what felt like a long enough while- considering how freezing(for the lack of a better word) the freezer is- I eagerly popped open the refrigerator and brought the cup to my yearning lips. The coffee cup was cold but alas, the Milo was at a mere room temperature as I sipped on it. I put down the cup back into the disappointing box of cold air. I could not give up the idea of savoring a cup of icy cold Milo in such a warm and sticky night. Therefore I waited for a longer period- or what felt like a longer period. But once again the tonic drink was not cold enough for my anticipated ultimated experience. By the third or fourth pop of the freezer, there would be less than three-quarters of Milo left.

The problem is this: I would then go on to do other stuffs to distract myself from the drink so that I do not persistently open and close and open the freezer door, and I would then forget all about it! By the time I remember and rush to get my drink, it would have already turned into a block of ice! I would think: Dang it! Not again!?!

Later that night I heated up some chicken wings in the microwave. In less than a minute the dish was crackling and the gravy seemed to be spurting all over the insides of the microwave as if it was boiling. I hurriedly took the bowl of steaming chicken out and went into my room. And guess what! The dish was still cold on the inside, to the point that my teeth hurt as it sank into the meat. But i was so hungry I could not bother to re-heat it. After that I tried having sliced raisin loaf filled with more raisins inside and it was not a very brilliant idea.

And do you know that a mere wall separates my bedroom and the refrigerator? The wall becomes very warm! It turns my room into an oven! It is completely different when you live inside a fridge and behind it.


Ahh, I believe what i have just done is RANT. haha. I should once in a while.

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