run and there it hit me.

A prologue.

To a simple, yet diverting story.

"...it was such a simple dinner. another one of those ready-cheese it-dinners.placing them into the microwave...you know, when you're upset with someone and you use cooking as a mean to vent your anger out.Well poor vegetables, but then again, they won't feel the pain.

ingredients
1/2(whole)chicken;pre-baked
1 onion
1 tomato
200ml green beans
2tbs tomato paste
4tbs water
1 cup of rice
a sprinkle of cheese( for the microwave)

it was the moment where you carefully think of how to place them. not plating, but rather the step-by-step method of cooking these things. some might throw the tomatoes in first, others the onions. i'd go with the latter. onions bring out a better sense of aroma and colour.

it was just one of those days. Yes, one of those days where you have to deal with the ups-and-downs of living alone, out in the city. the concrete jungle can be a cruel and crude place for any 21-something-year old. there are no vultures hovering to scavenge your last remaining carcass. just lions and tigers ready to divulge your every wrong move- right into their trap. SNAP! any form of entertainment is the silver outline of the television and your already-prepared dinner before hand. you sit on your smelly-rented couch and stare as the pictures start moving. And surprisingly, you find that amusing.yes, you occasionally let a laugh out. Occasionally.

Sad isn't it?When you're meant to be living the best days of your life out there-exploring every aspect of your youth.But no, you're at home,writing the memoirs. your memoirs in case you're forgotten....."