finally recovered from that bout of food poisoning. But diarrhoea has been draining all my energy. So as usual, I was late a bit for A&P practical. So as usual, we did some tutorials, watched some dumb video to do some dumb practical. It was the EMG thing again. sticking those gel pads on our hands and measuring our muscle strength. Coming late isn't a good thing. You may be brushed to do practical with some dumb fella. Fortunately, I got to choose my own team. phew. I don't know how much hair I lost with those gel pads going on and off my skin.



it must have been darn boring (actually, it was), that Peter whipped out his phone to play Pokemon Trading Card Game.


GO PIKACHU!

I think all of us should just play Pokemon too. So that we can trade and fight with each other. =D

Went to the bank later. I don't know whether it was just me being plain unlucky or the bank was lousy. I was frustrated by the long queues and how slow it was. There was only 3 people in the queue originally. Later it became 11, then 21 and more. Besides, they didn't have some display to show who should go to which counter. And everyone was basically looking out for which counter to go to. fucking dumb. After queueing for around 20 minutes, they couldn't process my request, which they said was on an undisclosed reason. good one. Goodness me, I was lucky I didn't have an account in this bank.

Skipped my BI lecture again. This wonderful China man can't teach. End of story.

Went to temple for Vesak Day. Lotsa nice goodies to eat. Nothing really changed this year. But the poor management skills really ruined the whole show. Too much indian chiefs as my mum suggested. Kinda reminded me of something, somewhere, somewhat. But nevertheless still enjoyable.

The next day, I aimed to start bake a sponge cake in the morning. But I had this wonderful dream, which in order to see the ending, I continued to sleep. However, I don't have any recollection of the dream. Tried to write it down while I was sleeping, but the results, some scribbly handwriting and nothing that can aid my poor memory.

Went to get those ingredients when that bulldozer came. Think she managed to study a bit, but most of the time she was distracted by the food and me watching movies. So we decided to Meet The Fockers instead. I managed to fockerise her. Decided to bake after she left so that she will not see how I embarrass myself. Followed the recipe with a bit of my mum's help. Mixing here, beating there. Finally when it was done, we shoved it into the oven and anxiously anticipated.


waiting for you..

Unfortunately, the poor beater didn't survive to see my success. While we were washing up evrything, it began smoking and gave my mum a real scare.


imagine it with some smoke around. when I touched it it was still darn hot.

and guess where all smoking things go?


right here.

when I came back to check on the cake, it was really lovely. And when the timer finally went off, my mum and I rushed to the oven and took it out. It was awesome. Rised really well. Everything didn't stick and basically looked damn sucessful. My mum was already on the verge of celebrating...



...until I took a piece of the cake to taste it. It was real bitter. Now notice the word, LOOKED. Then I suddenly remembered. When I modified the recipe, I had forgot to reduce the amount of baking soda in it!


yes, all of them are in the bin now.

My mum said the cake costed $63.50. Expensive cake huh?