demise of me cooking skill

my cooking skill is one that i've always pride myself with. but not anymore. me and me wok fell apart, me pan wanted a divorce, me spatula ran away with me ladle.
dinner by me tonight tasted funny. chicken tasted funny, so did the mushrooms. sigh...
i shall never cook again, to spare the world from my atrocious cookings.

mystery of the disappearing lighters
we had tonnes of lighters. perhaps not tonnes but definately more than 20 in the house. but now we could not even find one. we were reduced to using matches. what the fuck...
i don't get it, where could have the lighters went? i believe that they don't have any limbs or whatsoever parts that make them mobile. "$W$%"@£"$%!


and my cough still refuse to go away. it's been what?.... 5 days. damn you cough. i've been coughing so much that i feel like my bronchi are being ripped apart.
painful... just painful...
i want my mummy!