Culinary experiment of the day: Success!!!

I decided Wednesday was going to be my free day on this crazy pre-exam week. Oh, how I needed it!

So after picking up M. at her house and walking all the way to Douglas under an unbeliebablely warm sunshine, lying on the floor of "Art and Hobby" for about half an hour, having a latte and some apple pie (thanks for that, M.) as my only lunch (OK, that's not accurate, I also had an apple later!) walking back to Cork and meeting Oink there, and chatting and drawing, I got back home at 6.17 and hell, I was starving!
So I cooked myself some very Irish style dinner, and it was yummy, but I didn't feel like I'd finished handling food yet so after unsuccessfully trying to study for a while, I went back to the kitchen, opened all the drawers, thought for a minute and decided to cook... Chocolate Rice Pie!

After that, I failed to study for a while longer and then... I'm not going to say here what I've done then *Blush*, so I needed a treat, and I am now enjoying fancy glass of the rice pie I made.

Slightly too sweet, but it meets my needs xD. Great to have still warm.

It's really easy to make: You cook 3/4 of a unit rice on 1 unit of water with some (smaaaaall bit) of sugar and cinnamon and when the water dries you pour in 1 unit of milk and melt half a bar of coberture chocolate on it. Let cook until the rice is very tender. It should be creamy, not at all dry. While you get there, melt some more coverture chocolate, adding a bit of water. Pour the rice in the cups/bols/glasses and cover it with the melted cholocate. Sprinkles welcome.


Anyway yeah, as if I didn't have enough stuff to stress over with all the studying, and the bus-fligh-but-wait-bus home this Saturday, and the exams, and the enormous anxiety of going home just to visit and sleeping in my-bedroom-which-is-not-really-my-bedroom-anymore, I did THAT...


OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod.

Experience has proved that it works both ways

"And when you think things can't get any worse, they do" is a very recurrent sentence in this world an dI have found myself saying it several times on previous stages of my life, and I was just thinking that sometimes, we fail to notice that it works both ways.
So, yep, the main theme of this post is "And when you think things can't get any better, they do", in which "things" stands specially for "people", as horrible as that may be :P.  Long story short, I love my friends.

Right now, I mostly love how they keep susprising me.
Do you know that sensation, when you are surprised? Do you know how your world suddenly expands itself a little further? Do you know when that expansion actually happens because of, not only yourself, but someone else who's there to help you discover stuff? Have you ever felt the warmth in your chest, and a smile you can't stop showing up on your face?
Well, the whole week has been like that for me.
I thought it would end with the Rocking chair but that was actually only the begining.

The actual, planned, surprises are a big part of it but that is not all...

Sometimes it is just discovering that those heroes, those people you can't help but look up to, are also human and suffer the same fears and anxieties you do. And finding out that they actually like you an denjoy your company.

Others, it is the choice of words your friends make to comunicate with you, the extent to which they adapt their discourse to make you as happy as possible.

Somethimes is people being sincerely thankful that you had them over.

Or creating a mess by crafting a box into a puppet-thetre-fort, an dthe fun on thinking every detail of it.

Seeing how people really thinks of you and pick the most propriete presents for them to give you, presents you love yourself and that will always make you think of them.

Realizing someone is whistleing in your living room and enjoying the sweetness of the sound.

Being wished "Happy Birthday" in a whole lot of languages.

Listening to people you love share their dreams and hopes with you and eveyone else.

Discovering how eager some people are to see you, when you thought they weren't really.

Hearing about some of all the planning that has been done so that everything turns out perfect for you and being able to emphatize with the excitement and anxiety felt by others for your sake.

And all the rest of the tiny details, every single one of them. They make the sun shine on a cloudy sky.

The best part of getting a Rocking Chair or your birthday is that it comes unasembled, in a gigant box, and that your friends got it for you.

And seeing the poor post man breathe "in through the nose, out through the mouth" with his head tilted to the left as he decided how he was going to get the package into my house, when I hadn't seen the package yet. adn then see him get a big box that just kept coming of the van as if it was never going to end.

Also, seeing as the box landed that a drawing of its secret surpresive contents that I wasn't allowed to know off was on it, and having M. at the other side of the phone and laughing at her for that but also being unable to believe that they had got me a Rocking Chair. And yes, it is the kind of Rocking Chair that beats the rules of capitalization.

Staring at the aforementioned postman with a look that clearly said "that thing still need to be moved into my sitting room" ans seehim walk away, and look at the box that barely fitted in the corridor. Being able to actually get it down without much difficulty.

Leaving the box and the house to themselves and going to pick m. up to help her walk her not-so-new bike home. Discovering it is a Lady Bicycle that beats the rules of capitalization, green with an actual basket, and that people are not allowed to ride it if they are not wearing a flower patterned summer hat.

Getting to the obvious conclusion that people who can get the biggest box ever down a stairway can get a Lady Bicycle up a stairway.

Opening the biggest box ever to find that, appart from the promised Rocking chair it also has The Biggest and Most Awesome Piece of Cardboard Ever in it. and deciding what to use it for even before further exploring the box.

Most of all, discovering that the footstool that accompanies the Rocking Chair is nothing else but a Rocking Footstool!


And it went on and on, really.
Such a Capitalization Rules Beating Morning, it was!


And apart from everything else, I get to build a fort out of the box =D


So, basically, thanks to everyone for making me feels this happy (you can ask M. about my actual level of happiness, she should be able to describe it quite well). Seriously. I think you may get some benefit from visiting a shrink, all of you, but you are most certainly awesome friends.

Time goes By

So, as I explained on my last post, I went back to be looking for a job, and it's not easy, but my spirits are high.
Also, Mid Term is coming again already and even if that brings a personalised hell to all aupairs in the country M. has been given two free days so we are going to Belfast, yeah, why not, from Sunday to Tuesday, luckily being back on time for D&D? and...

Tuesday is also the day when Easons'/my birthday present to myself is arriving home! Yay! So I'll have to go and pick it up on the post office, but still! Books!
And talking about books I'm reading Cloud Atlas and it is very nice and charmingly complicated.

And also I need to very seriously get into studying, because finals are not that far away, and, well, I have got the flight to Spain booked and I'll be there for two weeks, one for my exams and the next one for a fun time with family and friends, or probably just family, and then M. will join me for a lovely half weekend or whatever in... yeah, finally... Dublin!

So that is a lot of travelling and as a result I won't be joining the next two Sceitse trips, and that makes me a little sad, but I hopefully will be there in July...! (Sorry, I tried, but it is too far away on time for me to be sincerely enthusiastic about it.)

Apart from all that, it's been like a couple of weeks since I went out of the shadows and became an official administrator of SPiC, which is not really a big thing, but still adds to the pile of responsabilities and small stuff I'm into.

In addition, it seems that now that I'm living in the city I absolutely can't miss any ICC meeting... or any other thing C. and  S. organise. And they are probably (certainly, even) into more stuff than M. and I are, so my life gets busier by the moment.


And all this scenario is missing the most important point of my life right now-

People are leaving. But not just people, like, people. I mean J. and Mi.. What is our live going to be from now on? Who will come and have a 4 hours long coffee at our sitting room?
Just thinking on their absence makes me feel empty...
...makes me think of how serious the compromise we joke about actually is. I can't go through this again.

And it brings to my mind that sentence with which that book begins "You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friedns' nose" and how that book's main characters conclude that you can't pick your friends really, but you can pick their noses if necessary.
So whatever, I'm thinking of picking my friends.
Of picking settled friends, to be more accurate.

I don't want this numb emptiness on my chest.


Anyway. 've been listening to this all day like.