Sunday, May 22, 2005

Everything is so commercialised nowadays I find my writings pushed by consumerism and not by genuine expression of feelings.

Anyways, today is, or rather, was just not my day. In the afternoon I lugged out the mini oven from the storeroom, meaning to bake cookies for my friend. So I happily followed the instructions and mixed the ingredients, and happily put the dough into the oven.

As I bent and watched from the window of the oven at my soon-to-be-cookies, dread began to replace excitement because, to my utmost horror, instead of turning "golden brown" as mentioned in the instructions, the dough began to melt! (for your information it wasn't supposed to melt). From a nice brown paste it just melted into what resembled a yellow blob of oil. As I wailed a wailful wail my mom came running into the kitchen, alarmed.

She took a look at the melted mess in the oven and asked, "How much butter did you add?". Well... not much, just one whole block of butter, as instructed. She gave me the look, which obviously just meant that I had done something wrong. Argh. I mean, how would I know?! The picture in the instructions showed one whole slab of butter mah! I was merely following instructions!

Apparently, there was too much butter. Wayyyyy too much. I was supposed to add only half a cup of butter, which translated to around 1/3 of the block of butter I added. Which means I added 200% more butter than required. I almost fainted. But there's no turning back, if you start a work, you gotta complete it. So I made a whole tray of mutated cookies, soft and mushy. So much for "golden brown cookies". But my brother likes it, so he can eat it all he wants. I don't think I'll ever touch a cookie again.

So after that I rushed down to Suntec to catch Star Wars Episode 3 with my friends. It was crowded and packed there because it was a Sunday afternoon, and it didn't really help that we were a big group of 22 people. In the chaos and probably also in the aftermath of the cookie catastrophe, I lost my movie ticket. That was the last straw. It threw me into confusion and despair. In the middle of the crowded space I overturned all my pockets, poured out everything from my bag, but still churned out nothing. I wanted to pull out my hair in frustration right then. But thank goodness I had friends. If not for them I'd have been bald now. And they managed to smuggle me in too because we were a big group of 22, and just nice the ticket auntie was quite muddle-headed.

Rahhh. All in all it was a terrible Sunday.

Just not my day.

writing at 2:33 PM

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