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Saturday, April 22, 2006
-8:02 PM
ARGH! My cake was a disaster! Okay, not exactly destroyed or anything. It's just hideous. Ugly. YES, UGLY. I don't know if my friends will kill me. Firstly, one layer of the cake was a little too dry in texture, the next was better, but I realized that I didn't add vanilla essence in the cake mixture after putting the trays in the oven for 10 mins. Then, the beautiful part was the cream I did for inbetween the layers. It was the only success. After all, I took 2 hours trying to find one stupid cream recipe. The icing layer was the worst! Pfft. I feel like baking myself now. Ha. So anyway, I spread this icing laced with lemon essence because I couldn't get the peppermint ones. And pieces of stupid cake, I mean the skin of the cake got mixed with the icing as I spread it on the surface. So the surface isn't perfectly white as I wanted or thought to be. And I just kept adding liquid icing on the surface and created a mess of it. Now the only thing I can do is to spray some whipped cream on the borders that aren't covered with icing thick enough to cover the lil' cake skin pieces floating around. Man, I think Gracey and Ali will kill me. Now my reputation of being Chef Joanna is ruined. Argh, no I can't make one more! It'll be a waste to leave the gross one alone. I think the cake weighs like 3 kg or something. I will have to lugg it to school. Oh, my Dad's bringing me there, so it isn't a big problem carrying it around except for the time where I will have to reveal the masterpiece. Poowoo, I feel sick. What went wrong? Actually, the previous times I used this recipe, the cakes turned out well. And nice. Now what.
Went jogging with jelly just now. I RAN 6 ROUNDS OKAY?! And in 14mins. Not 5 rounds in 14mins silly! She and I were arguing on whether I ran 5 or 6 rounds. She ran 8, or 7 if you called mine 5 rounds. Shoots man. I ran at my 2.4 speed and she was shrieking away on how slow I was. Man, I agreed to run 10 rounds with her but negotiated for 8 later on. And as we ran and chatted, I was struck with stitches on both sides. Darn, she practically was pushing me to run my
6th round and continue for 2 more, but I stopped right at the 6th. Oh, we made a "exercise plan". It's every Saturday. We jog for 6 rounds and go over to the swimming complex on the other side for 20 laps. I haven't gone swimming for so long. I don't even think I can fit my swimsuit now. I hate wearing swimsuits. It's too revealing. I'll probably wrap myself with a towel and when I take off the towel, I'll immediately jump in. And dread coming out of the pool. Hee, imagine that. Sounds like some oldies I heard about this girl who didn't like wearing her bikini (but mine's just a swimsuit) and she hid in the toilet locker afraid to come out. Haha, I wonder why they ever made such song. It was an itsy bitsy yellow pokka dotted b'kini, that she wore for the first time today... An itsy bitsy yellow pokka dotted b'kini, in the locker, she wanted to stay... Okay, that was nuts.
