Sunday, May 28, 2006
Yousee,inthepastfewdaysihavebeenextremelybusydoingallsortsofwhatnot
andsoihadnotimetogoonandevenifididitwouldlooklikethissonowthatschool
hasfinallyended,icangoontothislousyoldtootandattempttotypenormallybut
unfortunatelyitdoesn’tseemtobeworking.
I just realised that I didn’t blog for two whole weeks.
Wow. Not bad.
Anyway, here’showmyhecticlifehasbeengoingforthelasttwoweeks.
MONDAY
Went home to study for German Test. Then had a louyahpock cello lesson.
TUESDAY
German Test. OMG. It sucked.
WEDNESDAY
String ensemble. Hmm… amusing, I suppose. As usual.
THURSDAY
Piano lesson- I stretched my hands until now they’re 1cm bigger. I checked.
FRIDAY
I pawned tennis. NO! But I had to, all in the name of CIP. After school, Chipmunk tail and I walked the long walk to her house where her maid then proceeded to present me with an extremely large plate of chicken Rice. I have nothing against Chicken Rice, but I apparently have a lot against extremely large plates of Chicken rice. I didn’t finish it.
The 1st thing we made was cornflake cupcakes. The moment I set my eyes on those crispy cornflakes drowning in butter and honey, I smelt success in the coming future.
And if I sound surprised, it’s because I am. Put it this way- Chipmunk tail and I aren’t exactly good cooks, let alone cooks in the 1st place. The second thing we made is meringue. Now this is where disaster struck. I stupidly (whoa, did I say stupidly? I meant highly intelligently) quadrupled the mixture, which is, in case you didn’t know, not a very clever thing to do.
We ended up with this soapy looking batter of raw eggs and sugar. When it was baked it was like Presentation- 95%. Taste- 0.5%
And I say 0.5 % because, because the sugar decomposed and formed caramel, but the inside tasted of raw eggs, which was, basically, what it was. Except that it wasn’t supposed to be RAW!! Like who was going to buy this?! I knew that it was a failure form the very moment I set my eyes on the pure white insides if the brown shell. It caused bowel difficulties- I got diarrhea and chipmunk got constipation.
So the back up plan had to come into action. I had to make sushi. Or at least my mom had to help me make the sushi. – And lets just say that she wasn’t exactly very pleased with my last minute request.
Yes, yes, I know. My bad. SHEESH.
SATURDAY.
Open house. Right.
I walked into the school with three humongous Tupperware containers. I could feel everyone staring at me, so I tried to walk elegantly but ended up dropping pieces of shopping here and there. Talk about a litterbug. I went to my stall (fine, our stall) where I saw a red-faced trombone player huffing and puffing into a balloon. Ironic isn’t it? She can play the trombone but ask her to blow up some balloons and she goes beet red. (No offence meant). I plonked myself down with as much grace as I could muster, before running to the music room to get my cello. There was this extremely rude handbeller who for some unknown reason had made it her personal goal to keep me out of the room and was so intent on closing the door on me, so I gave up and went through the other door. I then had to lug my obese cello out into the gallery. EngLish Chinese, Breakfast Hater Energy Ball and Double y were already there. Hot Pink came later but I decided to go and set up the stall. When I got there, they were done so I took a lollipop and went back up. I caught chipmunk tail on her way up to the music room and listened politely as she complained about how she smelt of horse poop, at which my curiosity overwhelmed me, so I cautiously took a little sniff. Funny, nut didn’t she always smell like that?! After our 1st performance, we went back to our stall.
You know the thing about rejection, is that it really hurts. There I was, asking nicely whether or not they would like to buy something and they’d reply, “ Oh, it’s alright.”
LIKE, NO IT’S BLOODY NOT ALRIGHT! I NEED MY CIP HOURS! So Abigail and I came up with this routine,
“Would you like to buy?”
“Please?”
“Pretty please?”
which we shouted at everybody until someone relented and bought our goods. I then proceeded to drag EngLish Chinese and Breakfast Hater down until they contributed every cent they had. The next target was Double y and Cow Skin who were forced to spend $3.20. At that point, the sushi was decomposing and the seaweed was turning purple and was absolutely tasteless. I hope no one got food poisoning.
Then we had to go for our second performance. We were late, so I had to run there with my humongous cello. Have you ever tried running with a cello? Well don’t. It’s like running with this hammer that keeps bouncing on your hip and bruising your hipbone. During the performance, the sec 1’s suddenly seemed to catch some sort of TEO fever (except for breakfast hater, thank God) and all started talking about the Terribly Extravagant Oinky. The Ruler was there and she was taking photos of us so I kept looking on the floor and began playing lots of wrong notes.
When we got back to the stall, most of the food was already sold (except the meringue) and we had 60 plus dollars. So I went to the aquaponics to check on my plant where I saw an extremely dejected looking Breakfast Hater sitting under the sun. I couldn’t help it- I laughed. I went inside and saw that my plant was huge, and so I introduced it to breakfast Hater. I asked Breakfast hater to practice her speech on me, since there was no one and would probably never be anyone. So she tried, but ended up bursting in laughter. Why do I always have that effect on people?! Every time look at Big Mouth she starts screaming at me not to give her that look. WHAT LOOK?!
Some people…
Anyway, tennis Frizz came so I went to look for Chipmunk tail, whereupon finding her, we went to count all the money we earned so far. We were 2 bucks short. NO! ARGH!!!!! I got so desperate that I asked tennis Ball for 2 free dollars.
Guess what? She did. Then she went back to selling her potato salad.
At that point of time, it was about 3 plus so I went down to the lab to watch Breakfast hater do a magic trick. She’s nuts. About science.
Water wine milk beer. Interesting… yawn.
Then after clearing up, I went home.
Sheesh. So anti climax.
And right now, an Extremely Pesky Mosquito who lives on a permanent basis at my house trying to clean me dry of my blood so I’d better go before she runs bawling to Those In Authority.
Wow. This is a long post.
That’s nice.
Haha
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posted @ 4:16 AM
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