NottyPooch @ Etsy

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Misc.

Stress? Phobia?

I have been having this phobia for quite a while – like a few months or so. I didn’t really pay much attention to it but I think it’s getting more serious lately.

I don’t normally cook and am always reluctant to touch anything related with ‘fire’ or ‘heat’, for instance the gas stove, or even the microwave oven. I’m probaby too ignorant on the way they function but I never feel safe using them.

Ever since I had Xiao Bi I always prepare her food myself. Cooking dinner for her, and preparing her breakfast the night before. The cooking process is not so tedious and it normally takes only like a good 10-20 minutes. For her breakfast, I normally use the steamer on gas stove and steam for about 15 minutes to get the meat cooked.

And here is the thing. Instead of wandering around doing nothing during the 15 minutes, I’d normally walk away or go to my room to continue my work. And I tend to forget about the cooking. It happened many times and everytime the water in the steamer would dry off. The worst that I’ve got was leaving there for a good 2 hours, and I even went out to the town to get something before I came back and realised that it was still cooking!

Ever since then, I’ve got this phobia or whatever you call it, and I constantly check on the gas stove eventhough I’ve just turned it off a few minutes ago. I’d get off the bed in the middle of the night and check if it’s REALLY turned off. I’d double and triple check it before I leave the house. I’m always worried that I’ll blow off my house!!!

I think – and I believe, that I’m under too much pressure. Somebody help me out!!!

The Business.

Running a business is never easy. We always hear people saying that, and yet we always like to challenge ourselves – or rather, I always like to challenge myself. LOL.

Good things and bad things happened. We’ve got plenty of requests and orders. The thing is, we got too much of them to handle. We are just too new to handle all these. Mistakes, emotions, tensions, loss, waste, all come together, as if they’ve planned for a visit some time back.

The good thing is, we’ve learned a lot throughout the process. We’ve experienced things that we couldn’t be possible to experience without all these orders and requests. I love all these, and I hate all these.

Arguments come along the way. You know, I hate arguments. I always thought why people couldn’t think the way I think. LOL. Bodohs… :P

Anyway.

I’m tired. Good night. :)