Thursday, November 13, 2008

Oh God, Im so dead beat!


The question I asked myself last night as I was playing Tai Di with my classmates was why isit that every year, without fail, there will surely be an end of year class BBQ -slash- overnight chalet?

So after our major exams or days before it, there will be a person standing infront of the classroom and start handling the whole bbq and chalet- picking the agreeable days or marking the correct raw food and equipment for the bbq.
Dont you think we should use a little creativity and plan a different kind of class event? Rather than the same old cliche bbq celebration and 19 people sharing an oh-so-small bed sleepover?

Well you know what, if you think that way, you are such a loser.
The Class bbq/overnight chalet is a freaking tradition which is passed down from generations to generations. It is a ritual, a must-have every single school year. The part where all of us perspire like an athlete's armpit near the bbq pit and the other part where we all stay up at an ungodly hour doing nonsensical stuff and cracking crude jokes is what makes it so secondaryish.

So I would definitely miss those times and my dear class of Hope 5/1(minus some incurable idiotic classmates) !

Again let me emphasis,

Im so super mega dead beat!

Had to go to the vet.

Yes, Im having a fever and I need to see a vet.

Whatever!
I had to bring Fudge for his vaccination and what a lovely coincidence that my fwen, Jasmine lives nearby! gaps dramatically but sarcatiscally*

We wanted to bake and my fwen insisted on baking a green tea cheesecake. So I was like "Allright Miss Be-the-boss-of-everything"

I googled green tea cheescake recipe and clicked on the link that stood out the most.

The recipe was 'Green Tea Cheesecake with Raspberry and Raspberry-Mint Tisane '

What on earth is 'Tisane'? So I renamed the the recipe 'Green Tea Cheesecake with Raspberry Shit' and print it out and off we went to Cold Storage to get the ingredients.

Umm, but we didnt bake it in the end because we were clueless about what the recipe was saying about the cream cheese part.

It states '2 8-ounce packages cream cheese' and we were like "2 8 ounce is how many grams arh and issit 2-8 ounce or 28 ounce of cream cheese or what?"

So we just bought a pre-mixes and baked cookies, as though we were Martha Stewart!

Ta-dah! An enticing shit-like cookies that melt in your mouth as though they are made out of air!


Cheesnu?


Mmmmmmm~ Its better than sex.




Im not fat so I can eat 20 more of these babies! Fudge cant have! HAHAH!


Scrumptious! Fudge feels left out.
Later that day...
Every dog's nightmare!
THE VET


Needles and injections! WAHAHAHAA!!

0 spoke: