I resolve to learn.

I acknowledge the fact that I cannot cook. I can make rice (with rice cooker) and make instant noddles (who can't?) But other than that - I can't say I can whip up something in 20 minutes unless I lift my hand to call for a delivery service.

Even though I am not proud of this known fact; I cannot say I regret it because I don't have the 'passion' to learn how to. If I did, I would have learned ages ago when Ate Nora (our cook who was super good) offered to teach me.

We have lots of unused wedding presents from sterling silver utensils to rice cooker even paella pan's that are non-stick. Aside from me not cooking, we don't have our own place yet. So I am still relying on my parents stuff thus my want to become "independent" from them soon.

I know I've been putting this off for some time now and the reason is that I can see Ozzy happy living here. He has lots of playmates (and by that I mean my 27 y/o sister) and he grew up here. So just thinking about uprooting myself from my comfort zone and Ozzy's scares the heck out of me. But I have to grow up somehow. Why not start now?