Cikgu's Chalet
Friday, December 05, 2008/12:39 PM
WOW. WASN'T THAT A BLAST. Dang it. The event we have been looking forward to ever since even before O'levels has past. Past and gone in all its wonder. Well, after this, there is only one thing, ONE THING, to look forward to. And it might be the most significant out of all the holidays.




The Twilight Premeire in Singapore.




Yes, the movie we have been looking forward to ever since word of a movie was breathed out into the public. How can anyone resist a vampire romance? Don't answer that because alot of people would see fit to answer that question in harsh and sarcastic tones. Well, I sure can't resist it. Before I talk about resistance any further, I am going to talk about what happened yesterday. Oh, golly.




Well, I was late to go over to Siska's house because of some complications at home. So when I was crossing the road on the way to her house, I saw Syafiqah there and then I realised that I wasn't that late at all. I was relatively early considering the time I am used to. Syafiqah wore this gorgeous pink Dorothy Perkins long sleeved shirt that I feel in love with. SO we went to siska's house to find her eating potatoes. Yum. We played that game that Syafiqah kept winning and 'brainstormed' about the food item we were supposed to bring to our pot luck. We went to go get Maryam at Loyang Point.




Maryam took $4.90 from my Domo to buy some Nail Polish and then YOU KNOW WHAT? SHE LEFT MY DOMO AT THE COUNTER. I ALMOST LOST MY DOMO. AGAIN. But its okay. Maryam wore a gorgeous pink too and she was carrying the PINK BAG that I absolutely adore. We then went to Sheng Siong to buy several food items and we saw someone working there. But thank god we didn't because he wasnt there when we were all ready.




Shopping List:

1) Two Betty Crocker Brownies Baking Mix (for the chalet)

2) Eggs(for the brownies for the chalet)

3) A bottle of coke (for um.. us)




We went back to start the 'magic' of us cooking. We all sat together in Siska's kitchen and helped create our batter. MIXING and creating. The one mix per person for good luck. It looked so perfect. Mary gave us some swift F&N lessons about vegetable oil being the 'cheap substitute for butter'. We popped our batter in the OVEN and left the kitchen to watch the Reaping. Which was really scary but it was made less scary by Syafiqah and Maryam's running commentary. 'Why are there locusts?', 'Why is the girl standing there?', 'Can locusts bite people?', 'I don't know.'. HAHAHA.




But what was that? That smell? IS SOMETHING BURNING????




RUNS to the kitchen. On top, burnt, inside, still gooey and uncooked. Where is the HUMANITY? Well we left it to cook some more (???!) until, Siska's oven STOPPED WORKING. GASP. We took the 'brownies' out and Syaf cut them out and we thought they looked presentable. Enough time to deny us ever making it. We deliberated our success and we made the next batter mix. Me and mary made the batter this time and we stayed in the kitchen this time because we thought the batter felt offended that we abandoned it so it refused to cook properly. We chatted like girls do about the problems we had and the things we were looking forward to at Siska's table.




Ah heck. We thought. We left the kitchen to prepare ourselves. By this time it was absolutely pouring outside and we doubted our plans. We went to Siska's room. Siska changed into a ROCKIN' ROXY T-SHIRT AND THREE QUARTER AND WAS SOOO CHIC. I changed into my blue dress and we got ready.



But wait. WHAT WAS THAT SMELL? IT WAS SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT BURNING! A MIRACLE!



Even though it was a teensy bit burnt, Maryam said that was how brownies looked like. I LOVE COKE. Okay random. Me and Syafiqah danced in Siska's kitchen to some song that was unfamiliar to me while Maryam kept commenting on how I smell like Hasif. HAHAHA WHAT ONLY.



OKAY END OF PART ONE.

self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

read my lips.

they're watching.

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