I still remember what I was doing one week ago. I was studying in the Central Library, prepping for my Japanese Language paper the next day. And it was one of my less hoard-ish moments, cos that afternoon, I had gone to the co-op to buy a packet of Pepperidge Farm mini chocolate chunk cookies. It was one of my less hoard-ish moments. But also due to the fact that M agreed to share the cost of the thing with me. And at around 5.30 in the evening, I received a call from MS. It went something like this, to the best of my memory:
*Phone vibrates. (Cos I'm in the library, and it's polite to keep one's phone on silent in the library)*
Me: *presses green 'call recieve' button
MS: Hi! I'm MS.
Me: ......? Hahaha... what kind of greeting is that?!
MS: *makes perplexed noise* er... nevermind. Is M coming to arts canteen for dinner?
Me: Wait ar. I check. *Turns to M, who's standing nearby, getting ready to go for dinner with J and others* Hey M! you going for dinner now?
MS: *makes gurgling noise*
M: Yeah.
Me: OK. At arts canteen right?
MS: *more gurgling noises*
M: Yeah. Who's that? MS is it?
Me: Yeah. Think she's lonely.
MS: *some more gurgling noises*
M: You coming too?
Me: Nah. Eating dinner at home lah.
M: Alright. See you then.
Me: Yep. *Talks to MS* Yeah, he's going to arts canteen for dinner.
MS: *even more gurgling noises* HOW CAN YOU SAY SO OBVIOUSLY WAN!?!?
Me: But I didn't!
Yeah, it was cos A sneakily bought him a cake, and MS was just making sure he went to the arts canteen so that their ambush wouldn't be wasted. And then later on, after JS came back from her exam, me and P went to go say hi and happy birthday to him.
Well, that was before the start of my exams, and before I came up with my favourite statement of understatement. Which would go like this:
Friend: So how was the paper?
Me: Eh? Hm... It ws ok. I think I can pass.
Friend: *urkle*
Yeah. So anyway, I cleared 4 of my 5 papers across 3 consecutive days last week. Tues, Wed and Thurs. And I also have one lonely exam on Wednesday morning. But I'm cool with that. Cos it could have been on like Wednesday evening, which could totally ruin one's day, as LKC likes to point out to me, since he ended today evening.
At any rate, this morning already got a few birthday sms-es. Then when I got to school, M also wished me happy birthday. And then C, F and Adl came along. They were so nice, woke up real early to buy me a birthday breakfast and give me a present. haha... I've really become quite a sentimental sot... D sms-ed me from Perth, in her typical D speech. Must have cost her a bomb. Then at around 11.30, MS come toodling along, really happy cos her exams are all over. And she plonks down on a seat in front of me. And this is the conversation:
MS: Hi Daniel!
Me: Hi MS!
MS: Studying hard?
Me: *nods* You finished your papers?
MS: *Beams happily* Yes! Just finished!
M: *whispers to MS*
MS: *looks aghast* OH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!!!!
Me: Oh, erm. thanks. heh.
M: Again! How come the other CG's leader knows your members better than you?
MS: Oh. Well, I came specially to the canteen to say happy birthday to Daniel. *looks pleased with herself*
M: *rolls eyes*
Which is really funny, cos M did that to Adl a couple of weeks ago I think. Anyway, it was really fun studying this past couple of weeks with the crazy guys from VCF.
Then I headed over to church to see if there was anything to be done, since youth camp is in a week's time. And I did a few name tags, and did some other dumb things which I should not talk about.
Yeah. It was a pretty fun week. Time to get back to mugging.... mug mug mug...
And I really should be thankful to God, for seeing me through all this so far, and for keeping stress levels for me to a relatively manageable level. And for reminding me to give everything to Him. Heh
Cheerio
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Calamitas
OK, first things first, happy birthday to R and J, which is still... yes... today, according to my computer's clock. For another 3 minutes at any rate.heh... yep...
Now, on the not so happy things. Today, I woke up early (cos I slept earlier last night) and then had breakfast with family less sister who went to some school camp. (This is a happy thing). Then I went to play a couple of games of Axis & Allies, which for me, being so deprived of PC games for so long, was a major event. I lost the first one (not very happy thing, but it's minor) but totally trashed the Germans in the second game, except that the damn Brits in the game under Monty kept on making me as the Soviet Union do all the dirty work, while they reaped all the rewards the sneaky bums... Like in Kwantung province, I sent my armored unit to attack, but in the final salvo, as I killed that last Japanese infantry unit, he killed my tankie. And with an open territory at their doorstep, the Brits didn't need another invitation to take it without having to fight... (but I won, so it was ok)
Then I went to F's place to do some creation of the cookie kind. Yes. The cookie kind. OK, let's get some things straight. First of, this whole idea was conceived by L and me. Cos she was remarking how she found it cool that I could bake (yeah. I know. Go figure. heh) and I jokingly suggested why don't we go bake together for fun. Why F's place, you may ask? That's cos last time, the two of us were joking about how it was useful to have skills like that to up our coolness factor (I don't know how we came up with that conclusion, but we did) and since bro is prepping for As, I thought might as well go over, and rope him in, and then we could go get some Xbox action. heh.
Anyway, L invited along S and YL and so we all went over. And at first it was pretty ok. Apart from the fact that it was getting a little warm, since as anyone's who's been there will know, his place isn't exactly known for it's ventilation. Yeah. And the mixing was fine. And Aunty S was helpful. And Su took YL off our hands to go trash it out on the 'box first. And the first set of approx 35 cookies was ok. Not as great as Pepperidge Farm, but it wasn't too shoddy either. (Btw, if you want to know why you find Pepperidge Farm Soft-bake Chocolate Chunk cookies so addictive, it's cos they put liquer inside. And perhaps you need help from Alcoholic's Anonymous. Heh.) But the next batch was a true horror. It came out squishy.
Yes. That's right. Squishy.
It was like kinda soggy, and was well, limp, to put it mildly. But we thought it was just a fluke, so we went on for the third round. And I don't know how it could have been possible, but it came out even worse.
Yes. That's right. Worse.
It was even squishier. And I bet if I squeezed all those rotten cookies, I could have matched OPEC's daily quota from the Gulf. And it was really really soft. Not just soft-bake kind off soft. Think peanut butter kind. Able to be spread with a knife. Yech....
The last batch was ok. Yeah. Strangely enough. Perhaps it was because in desperation, we refridgerated the last batch before we put it on the tray. Or maybe because Su helped out in the oven bit. I dunno. But they came out edible. Not to say those previous sets weren't edible, just that the sight of them would probably make you want to stay off cookies for the next 10 years of your life.
Anyway, possible theories espoused by the local experts (read Aunty S and my mum) include:
1) The dough had melted too much while we waited in between batches, and thus had become too soft to be good.
2) The oven settings were not appropriate for the cookies.
3) We put too much butter.
4) The butter used was of a more oily kind, and coupled with 3), would have led to the problem.
But anyway, doesn't this really sound like something. We face failure all the time. It happens. And it could be due to lack of experience, delayed use of materiel/ideas etc. It's just like in life. How we so often fail God. Like just a simple example would be that I haven't done my QT yet, though for the whole day, I had ample time to complete it. And that's just the tip of the iceberg of fallacy.
Then there are people who tell you what's wrong, and give suggestions, but you think you know better and don't listen. But sometimes, what you really need is external help to complete the task. Or more macro-ly, the race of life.
Think about that.
Cheerio.
Now, on the not so happy things. Today, I woke up early (cos I slept earlier last night) and then had breakfast with family less sister who went to some school camp. (This is a happy thing). Then I went to play a couple of games of Axis & Allies, which for me, being so deprived of PC games for so long, was a major event. I lost the first one (not very happy thing, but it's minor) but totally trashed the Germans in the second game, except that the damn Brits in the game under Monty kept on making me as the Soviet Union do all the dirty work, while they reaped all the rewards the sneaky bums... Like in Kwantung province, I sent my armored unit to attack, but in the final salvo, as I killed that last Japanese infantry unit, he killed my tankie. And with an open territory at their doorstep, the Brits didn't need another invitation to take it without having to fight... (but I won, so it was ok)
Then I went to F's place to do some creation of the cookie kind. Yes. The cookie kind. OK, let's get some things straight. First of, this whole idea was conceived by L and me. Cos she was remarking how she found it cool that I could bake (yeah. I know. Go figure. heh) and I jokingly suggested why don't we go bake together for fun. Why F's place, you may ask? That's cos last time, the two of us were joking about how it was useful to have skills like that to up our coolness factor (I don't know how we came up with that conclusion, but we did) and since bro is prepping for As, I thought might as well go over, and rope him in, and then we could go get some Xbox action. heh.
Anyway, L invited along S and YL and so we all went over. And at first it was pretty ok. Apart from the fact that it was getting a little warm, since as anyone's who's been there will know, his place isn't exactly known for it's ventilation. Yeah. And the mixing was fine. And Aunty S was helpful. And Su took YL off our hands to go trash it out on the 'box first. And the first set of approx 35 cookies was ok. Not as great as Pepperidge Farm, but it wasn't too shoddy either. (Btw, if you want to know why you find Pepperidge Farm Soft-bake Chocolate Chunk cookies so addictive, it's cos they put liquer inside. And perhaps you need help from Alcoholic's Anonymous. Heh.) But the next batch was a true horror. It came out squishy.
Yes. That's right. Squishy.
It was like kinda soggy, and was well, limp, to put it mildly. But we thought it was just a fluke, so we went on for the third round. And I don't know how it could have been possible, but it came out even worse.
Yes. That's right. Worse.
It was even squishier. And I bet if I squeezed all those rotten cookies, I could have matched OPEC's daily quota from the Gulf. And it was really really soft. Not just soft-bake kind off soft. Think peanut butter kind. Able to be spread with a knife. Yech....
The last batch was ok. Yeah. Strangely enough. Perhaps it was because in desperation, we refridgerated the last batch before we put it on the tray. Or maybe because Su helped out in the oven bit. I dunno. But they came out edible. Not to say those previous sets weren't edible, just that the sight of them would probably make you want to stay off cookies for the next 10 years of your life.
Anyway, possible theories espoused by the local experts (read Aunty S and my mum) include:
1) The dough had melted too much while we waited in between batches, and thus had become too soft to be good.
2) The oven settings were not appropriate for the cookies.
3) We put too much butter.
4) The butter used was of a more oily kind, and coupled with 3), would have led to the problem.
But anyway, doesn't this really sound like something. We face failure all the time. It happens. And it could be due to lack of experience, delayed use of materiel/ideas etc. It's just like in life. How we so often fail God. Like just a simple example would be that I haven't done my QT yet, though for the whole day, I had ample time to complete it. And that's just the tip of the iceberg of fallacy.
Then there are people who tell you what's wrong, and give suggestions, but you think you know better and don't listen. But sometimes, what you really need is external help to complete the task. Or more macro-ly, the race of life.
Think about that.
Cheerio.
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