Cut my f***'n finger!

last sunday, the domestic diva that is the ek insisted to cook lunch kahit na pwede namang mag-eat out na lang. (hellooo! nakapaligid kaya sa vicinity [redundant] ang mga carienderia, fastfood at restaurants!... But no! May i cook lunch parin ang Ek!)



So, after maglaba at maglinis ng bahay (mga kalat ng Thinklabers... ahem! ahem!). hilo na ako sa gutom. pero wala pa ring luto. so! go na si Ek sa kitchen para mag-prepare ng lunch.



the inevitable happened. i cut my left index finger habang naghihiwa ng sibuyas tagalog (yes, dili bisaya. waray man ibidinsya.

weird! first thing i thought of was buti na lang tapos na ko maglaba, else, mahapdi siguro magkusot nang may cut ang index finger. funny!!! :D


[title for this post was inspired by a friend of mine from Singapore who broke his arm a couple of years back and declared sa kanyang online status sa gmail that he "broke his f*n arm in one of his soccer (or was it football) game]