Sunday, May 30, 2010
It's rather disturbing that I have people asking me where I have disappeared to. I don't know if it's entirely my fault (it's really my phone's fault, it is repelling me) or if I've been missed (ha! I wish). Anyways, tomorrow the gang (I don't really know who is coming) is going to celebrate Amanda's EXTREMELY belated birthday. At least she's finally getting a celebration! Honestly, the last time was when we were all in J1, bursting with earnest-ness and enthusiasm in fostering a class spirit (we did good here). When we were all red and sticky and icky from PE and we negated the school's exercise regime with Amanda's cake. I was going to bake her one (the Martha Stewart virus is still alive and kicking) but I couldn't get a good recipe for a chocolate cake. One of Nigella's recipes passed the muster for my budget for the ingredients, but it got enough unflattering reviews that I abandoned the idea. Maybe it was doomed from the start anyways. I have never attempted a cake before, goodness knows how it'd have turned out anyways.
That reminds me, I need to apologise to the Toot, for my nonchalance and slackatude. And to Amreet too. (ARE YOU READING THIS!?) I don't know why this urge to just stay home. I think it's largely due to the fact that I am broke and I need a job. Tomorrow's outing is already causing me insomnia. The impending release of results is also feeding the insomnia. MONDAY = Doomsday = I am not getting out of my house. Maybe if people want to hang out, they should just come over to my place. It's a good solution to my rapidly deteriorating inter-personal relationships. It's a guaranteed win-win situation.
AND, I broke a vase yesterday. I am so freaking dead. It was Christmas gift from Karen's parents to her and I knocked it with my ball and I am going to be minced meat when they get back. Somehow, nothing seems to be going right for me.
Divine intervention is what I need.
Labels: social suicide
