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Tuesday, December 22, 2009 . 12/22/2009 03:07:00 PM

When I mentioned to Mum that Big Bro cooked this garlic chili noodles for the three of us when we were all hungry and starving waiting for her, she went, "Your younger brothers cook better than you. Next time how to get married?"

Next time, I shall not cook her beloved chicken soup for her. 

Anyway, it's true I'm not the best cook in the family. It's so bad the mention of me cooking triggers an adverse reaction from the other three members of my family. Home econs didn't teach us to cook basic meals, but cupcakes and banana crumbles. Well, I do know how to cook spaghetti from the test we had... that's about it. But our yellow rice failed (not our fault, it's the other group who's in charge of the rice)... Oops!

Sorry, Mum. I'll just have to marry a guy who can cook. And if the guy can't, shall just sign up for cooking class. Good enough? Don't have to worry about your only daughter not being able to marry out already? I'm just 18, for goodness sake.