I met my best friend on Tinder. Ian and I had been introduced at Rainbow Youth, where he was hoping to start facilitating and I was recruited to give him the lay of the land as someone who had been facilitating for a little while. A few days after the brief encounter, we matched on Tinder and our friendship bloomed fast and sure – we were two souls connected on a spiritual level, and today, 9 months after that initial meeting, we remain close and even live together.
I met my sister on Tinder. When Ian was telling me about this lovely woman he had met off Tinder, who was finding herself after living all her life in India, I knew I would love Alison before I even met her. Sure enough, a few days later, I found her on Tinder. While her sweet romance found its feet with Ian, her friendship with me took firm hold, and I now love her like the sister I never had.
I met my former lover on Tinder. Campbell and I were together nearly three years, moved in together and adopted Eevee together. In the words of Ari, I’m so thankful for my ex, because he taught me how to compromise, how to cook for two, how to share my life. We may not have been endgame, but he was my life partner for years, and I consider his presence in my life something of a precious lesson. I am grateful.
Grace met her murderer on Tinder. Grace Millane, like me, hopped on the dating app and started talking to someone with the underlying assumption that she was talking to a future friend, a comrade, a lover – it doesn’t matter. She would have trusted that she was uncovering a new connection, the way I have hundreds of times before. Except, unlike me, she wouldn’t have escaped quick enough when things went south, and now she has left behind a family, a future, a life.
Grace is all of us, finding our feet in a new place. She was doing what all young adults do; forging connection and making friends and finding lovers in a world that has evolved into digital matchmaking – and if we don’t discuss the toxic entitlement and inherent issues with safe dating in 2018, we may all turn out like Grace.
If you don’t believe there is a problem, have a look at my gallery of proof.
Let’s talk about why this happened. There is a problem here, and it does not lie with Grace, or Tinder. It lies with the behavior of men that we still don’t hold accountable. I’m sorry, Grace, that it took you losing your future to spur the conversation. We need to talk about why this happened.
In Malaysia, cats are pests. They wander the streets, get underfoot at the mamak or chinese restaurants, and are generally regarded as irritating creatures (by me, anyway). I was a die-hard dog lover. I was terrified of large dogs (phobias are irrational, alright?) but would go running to any dog with paws smaller than my hand. When cats furled their fuzzy tails around my legs at a mamak stall, I would recoil. I wasn’t past climbing onto the table to get away from the damned things!
Here I am, living in New Zealand, and a proud cat owner. Not only do I own a cat, despite being extremely allergic, but I absolutely adore her. I won’t lie – the first month was brutal. I was permanently drugged up on anti-histamines, and even then I would wake up with my eyes swollen shut and my skin itching and my nose running. We banned her from our bedroom, in the hopes that I would have a safe haven away from her sniffle inducing fur while I slept. It didn’t help. I was miserable. On top of all of this, she was (and still is, now that I think about it) in her hyper kitten phase. Which meant scratches. Lots, and lots, and lots of scratches. Along with a few bites. For a normal person, this would mean a scratch and maybe even some blood. For me, it meant scratches, a bit of blood, and instantly welted up skin that itched like crazy.
Like I said, brutal.
But then the symptoms started receding. My eyes would be slightly less swollen each day, and the scratches wouldn’t stay welted up for as long. Eventually I stopped waking up feeling like death every morning. We started letting her back into our bedroom, and I began nuzzling my face into her fur without fear. Now she sleeps with us at night (on me. All night. If I roll over, she hops off the bed and watches me, waiting until I stop moving again and then climbs right back onto me.) and it’s all a good time.
And I love her so, so much.
She has busted every preconception I ever had about cats. She isn’t standoffish, or arrogant, or anti-cuddles. In fact, she often comes up to me and meows and meows until I pick her up and give her a cuddle. She is not clean and tidy, the way people seems to insist all the time – she leaves paw marks everywhere and drags in so many leaves and bugs and has destroyed so many dishes. She’s warm and comforting, often following me around and watching me while I cook, or internet. She curls up somewhere on my person every chance she gets, and answers to her name (I think it’s the way I wriggle the treats packet at her every time I do, but still).
Every time I tell a dog lover that I own a cat, I get the inevitable ‘Oh, I’m more of a dog person, myself,’ and it confuses me so much that they don’t see how you can be both. I am both. I love me a good puppy cuddle. I also adore cats. Look at me, multitasking like some kind of Dr. Doolittle.
So yeah. Cats. Great things. Get one. You won’t regret it. In fact, in a few months you’ll look back at today and wonder how you ever lived without your furry little bestie. I cannot imagine my life without Eevee now, and she completes our little family. ❤
Say you’re hungry, and you feel like you have the most mismatched ingredients in your fridge. Sausages and some wilting lettuce, for example.
Solution: chuck it into rice and you have a yummy, balanced, filling meal.
This recipe is so adaptable it’s not even a recipe. It can be made with absolutely anything and everything… or nothing at all.
Pick any number of these things and put them into the pan, and you’re good to go!
Sausages (you can take the meat out and turn them into meatballs!)
Chicken nuggets, cut into strips
Or all of the above, if you’re feeling really wild. Or really hungry.
The trick to getting fried rice is knowing the order in which you should put in the ingredients. Pro tip: Meats take longer to cook than veges, and the rice always goes in at the very end (because it’s already cooked, it can’t be in the pan too long or it’ll dry up and harden).
For seasoning, it can be as complex or as simple as your pantry dictates. It can consist of some soy sauce and pepper if you’re really lacking options.
Another useful thing is to get a couple of fried rice seasoning packets at the supermarket – super cheap and handy to have when you’re in a bind, use it in your stir fries if you want!
I like to put Thai Tom-Yum paste in my fried rice. You can get the packets at Asian supermarkets. It’s tangy and so so yum in fried rice. Mum used to make Tom-Yum fried rice all the time when I was younger and it used to be one of my favourite meals.
I hope this was handy! Go forth and fry that rice, young grasshopper.
Hello! I know I’ve been absent for a while now. This semester at University I took my very first Creative Writing paper, and it required a lot of creative energy. All the creative energy I had, actually. I kept a Writer’s Workbook for all my creative ponderings and work and in my spare time I worked on my final submissions for Portfolio. But now the semester is drawing to a close. My portfolio has been handed in and I am spending every day at home (attempting) to focus on my study for the final two exams of the year.
Besides the busy uni schedule, I’ve also moved – I am now living in a cosy, cute little two bedroom place with Campbell. Living with my other half is so much simpler than I ever imagined it could be. The transition has been as natural as breathing. It’s like living by myself. Because Campbell usually feels (virtually, literally) like my other half. The one thing that has changed though, is cooking. When I cooked for myself I would sometimes take the lazy route and have nutella sandwiches for dinner. Now, with another human in the house with me, I tend to put a bit more effort into what I whip up – especially since living on our own means bills have gone up quite a bit, leaving very little for buying takeout. Campbell also has a full time job, which means he works over 40 hours a week and I’m not about to expect him to come home and cook. Meanwhile I have been on study break and so I have all day to experiment with our slow cooker or whip up cool new dishes in our cute tiny oven.
So that is what really made me decide to start this new segment on my blog. I have been living away from my mummy’s delicious home cooking for two and a half years now. In that time I have made mistakes, experimented and discovered great recipes on my own – all while trying to stick to a student budget. I’ve decided to share these on my blog, in the hopes that it helps some other homesick student discover the secret to whipping up their own versions of mum’s cooking.
To start us off, here is the most basic of comfort foods: Mac and Cheese! I’ll show you how to make it from scratch (making a roux is actually very easy if you don’t follow the rules) and utilize whatever random food you may have lying around in the fridge/freezer/pantry.
In this recipe I used chicken, mushroom and frozen beans. But by all means you can improvise with whatever you can find. Bacon, frozen peas, carrots, any meat you have in the fridge if you so desire. As long as you have the 4 key ingredients, the rest you can make up as you go along. Worst case scenario, you don’t have anything in the fridge to add. Pop into the dairy and grab a can of tuna! Or just eat it plain with some tabasco sauce – It’ll still fill you right up. 🙂
- Two tbsp butter
- Two tbsp flour
- One cup milk
- One cup cheese, grated
- One large chicken breast, cut into small chunks
- mushrooms, sliced
- a handful of frozen beans
- Cook pasta as per instructions on packet. Pro tip: one cup per person will make just the right amount. Drain pasta and coat with some olive oil while it sits and waits for its sauce to be ready.
- Chuck the butter into the saucepan. Keep the heat low.
- Pour the milk into a small bowl. Add the flour and stir stir stir until most lumps are gone.
- Add the milk/flour to the saucepan with the butter. Stir continuously until the mixture starts to thicken.
- Add the cheese, again stirring continuously. Timing is pretty important here so please don’t get distracted by Spotify/Facebook notifications until after the bechamel sauce is ready.
- Once the cheese has melted and you have a smooth, thick sauce bubbling away merrily in the pot, chuck the pasta in and mix it up nicely, until the pasta is evenly coated with the cheese sauce. Season with salt and pepper.
- Set aside while you prepare the filling.
- This step varies with what your chosen filling is. In my case, I added the chicken into an oiled up pan, and once it was sealed (that’s when the chicken is white all over) I added the mushrooms and the beans. Knowing when chicken is cooked is tricky. With some practice you will be able to tell based on the texture and springiness of the meat. But until that day comes, don’t be afraid to just cut one of the bigger chunks of chicken open to make sure it’s white all the way through. Once the chicken is cooked, the mushrooms are chewy and the beans are thawed and hot, chuck that right in with the mac and cheese and mix it all up nicely.
- Eat and feel proud, and be sure to tell anyone and everyone that you know how to make Mac and Cheese… from scratch!
Let me know if you do end up trying this! I want to make this a regular segment on my blog, so hit me up with suggestions or ideas. Til next time!
With every passing second, the bleakness swelled up until it eventually swallowed her whole. It colonized all hope she had, set up shop in her brain and made her believe there was nothing left to stay for.
The clock on the wall remained monotonous, ticking away her last moments of uncertainty. Her last moments of unawareness. Her craving for both tearing her apart so surely on the inside.
Her eyes kept dragging themselves back to the corridor through which her answer lay. Was it as conflicted as she was, or was it as confident as the threat that it was?
She swallowed and the sound made her wonder if anyone could see the anxiety she felt. Her palms seemed to have permanently developed the thin sheen of sweat she kept trying to wipe away on her jeans.
The clock ticked away, blissfully unaware of the torture it was inflicting on her.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, ti-
“The oncologist will see you now.”