#morphine.

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[smueji]

( @jkbaws​ )

One of the things she took pride in was her cooking. Her group members, friends, and her romantic partner (especially him) have talked up about it and put her skill on a high regard. Coming from simply enjoying it as a hobby, as a result of the boost, it’s become a specialty of hers; though not all kinds of food she can naturally whip up. So no, not mooncakes. Contrariwise to the lover of sweets, Jennie wasn’t very accomplished in making pastries. If she was, that fancy cake from a month and a half ago would’ve been done instead of bought.

She leans against the counter of the friend’s kitchen, pondering whether she should give the unfamiliar recipe a shot. It wouldn’t hurt to, but the very reason she agreed to doing this in the first place was to somehow… endorse her capability. That wasn’t going to happen if she instead ends up showcasing incompetency. She’d salvage herself from that harsh fate if she was to be truthful now. “Not really…” Her fingers run through the side of her face; a hint of worry. “We can always try, though, if you really want. If it’s been since then that you’re craving it, I would be dying already if I were you.” Her face bears a slight frown that soon switches into a more enthusiastic expression. “What do you have here anyway?” She turns around, looking to the cupboards as a hand reaches up. "May I?” Her head shifts back at her, practically asking to take charge from here on.

when stepping into suji’s kitchen you would be able to see that things were distinctly organized. the cupboards each had their own value: one for freshly clean dishes-- all ordered by their specific use, boxed and canned food items, nonperishables, and the second largest cupboard opening up to all of the spices and other basic cooking items someone would need. you could call her kitchen an exaggeration of what she actually needed, but the way she kept it was comforting to her. whenever the random spark came for her to cook she could practically jump to it.  she may not be the best cook in existence, her three failed attempts at making a birthday cake for her younger brother being the best example of that-- but she had the ambition and will to learn, so that makes up for it. “i should have all of the ingredients,” an understatement, “golden syrup, alkaline water, lotus paste, rose flavoured cooking wine.. and all the other basics.” as in eggs, flour, and vegetable oil. “feel free to prowl, i’m going to make us chocolate milk to drink in the meanwhile. that’s how real chefs do it, right?”

from that short conversation came the result of the two glasses of flavoured milk that rested carefully on the kitchen island, her placement being accurate enough in making sure none of the other items jennie was bringing down would accidentally bump into the glasses and create a mess. they didn’t need a tragedy to start this adventure off with. 

“drinks prepared!” a bright smile was now growing on her face, the excitement already causing her to beam in joy at the anticipation of their creation. “where do we start first, chef nini?”

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[badlikemichael-blog]

Morphine.

Everybody's making a big fuss about the song Morphine with the whole Conrad Murray Trial going on... Uhh, News Flash: That song has been out for a whilee. Maybe if somebody had actually listened to Michael's warning signs we wouldn't be having to relive this tragedy. Don't believe me? Click this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-r5PGrueEw. Absolutely haunting. Maybe next time we'll listen.

Justice for Michael.