Freshly baked goodies!
Well, it’s no secret by now that I’m crazy over cupcakes.
Been baking them since five months ago, and slowly perfecting them - first working on the taste, then the texture and finally, the shape. I guess I’ve more or less mastered the art of ‘removing the cupcakes from the oven at the correct time so that they don’t collapse‘ since I obtain cupcakes with nicely rounded surfaces almost 100% of the time these days.
Decided to bake a batch of cupcakes for my close friends who are still in the midst of their exams, as a way to cheer them on. Because this batch was special, I decided to go one step further and attempted making some frosting.
A nice fluffy mixture of dark chocolate and melted butter did the trick just fine. Heck to all those elaborate frosting recipes I’ve seen lurking around the internet. Mine tastes just as good, if not better. Rich and creamy. Mmmmm.
And … TA-DAAH!
These are Oreo cookies and cream cupcakes topped with dark chocolate butter frosting and rainbow sprinkles, less then five minutes after they were completed.
I’ve placed them in the refrigerator, and the frosting has hardened to form a crisp chocolate shell. Now, that is what I call yummy!
I can’t seem to get myself down to studying.
My Networking notes have been opened right in front of me for the past couple of hours, but I’m looking here, there and everywhere. Plus, it is not as if I know all the study material already, so I ought to get cracking soon, right?
Noooo. Instead, Brenda opens her Wordpress in her favourite browser and starts penning a new weblog entry.
Anyway, what was it I wanted to say again? Ah, yes. Now I remember.
I was mistaken for someone younger again.
Some background information. My previous phone went kaput about three days ago (Ironic how I mentioned ‘my lousy handphone camera’ two entries back and immediately the day after, my phone decides to die. I think it died of a broken heart.) and so I had to replace it since I had plenty of project meetings during that period which made a phone an utmost necessity.
Was deciding between getting a another Nokia phone, or to make a transition to Sony Ericsson. Finally decided to stick with the former due to the familiarity.
So, I headed down to a nearby licensed Nokia dealer, already with the phone models I wanted in mind.
I picked out my new phone in almost no time at all, and the salesgirl brought it to the counter. After a while, I realized that she was looking at me rather quizzically.
“Where are you studying at now?” she asked.
“Eh?” was my initial reply, because you have to admit - it was a pretty random question.
“Are you from secondary school? Or something?”
That was when I visibly cringed, as if someone had just speared me in the butt.
“Uh oh, did I say something wrong?” The salesgirl looked alarmed while mummy dearest began cracking up beside me.
The salesgirl then revealed her own age and she turned out to be the same age as me. And yet there she was, thinking that I was many years her junior.
Perhaps it’s a good thing to look young. I’m thoroughly enjoying it, although it backfires every now and then. For instance - when I charge into a store, attempting to look menacing to lodge a complaint and all the salespeople in there start looking amused - and my complaint ends up not having its desired impact at all.
Urghh.
Anyway, back to my new phone. I named it Jerry, because it looks like a Jerry. (Okay, that didn’t quite make sense. I just think that Jerry is a really nice name for a phone.) No pictures of him, but you can see how he looks like here. (Mine’s the all black version, though.)
It’s been three days so far and I am now in a pretty serious (and stable) love-love relationship with Jerry. (Hahaha!)
Anyway, back to studying. Hopefully I’m successful this time, no?
My apologies if you haven’t seen me lurking around your blogs during the past two weeks or so. Time is really tight on my site recently, especially with the impending deadlines and the final examinations. As of now, it’s 3.00 A.M. in the morning and I’m trying to squeeze an entry before I take a shower and head off to sleep.
Psychology report is done, and I’m immensely happy with it. Although I find it queer how the main report is only two pages (that’s the limit) and my appendices and references span the remaining seven.
Safe to say, I’ve had great fun working on this - acquired a lot of new knowledge through the research and even doing the report itself was fun, as in “Hmm, how do I flower-ize this sentence to make it sound more profound?” kind of fun. (Yes, have you SEEN actual reports done by those in the field of Psychology? Their language use boggles the mind, in a good way.)
On to more interesting things other than schoolwork.
I’ve recently acquired a pet poop. (Those who have been following my Twitter postings in the little bubble above would already have known this, but special things require formal introductions, no?)
Anyway yes, you’ve heard right. Pet poop.
Before you start thinking that I’m a nutcase who actually went fishing in her toilet bowl after a good crap for a sample to keep as a souvenir - No, I am NOT talking about real poop. (Real poop makes me cringe. Whereas, I’ve a strange obsession with objects in the shape of poop, poop icons and all that jazz.)
The poop is soft and plushy. Okay, perhaps I shouldn’t have used the word soft to describe it because it’s giving me bad images of diarrhoea. But well, it looks like an ordinary plushy toy when in actuality, it’s supposed to be a coin bank - the interior of the poop is hollow, for you to chuck your coins in.
I’m not intending to chuck any coins in there, though. I’ve already spent $15 just to purchase the poop alone. Talk about spending your money on crap. Hahahaha.
Anyway, after having heard (read) so much about this piece of poop, let me introduce Poopah. (Yes, that’s its name.)
Pardon the quality; Using my lousy handphone camera.
Yes, and that’s my head it’s sitting on.
It looks too plain at the moment, so I’m intending to purchase some of those plastic eyes from a craft store in the near future (when I’m less busy) and give my pet poop a face - preferably a happy one.
Okay, off to sleep. With Poopah and Squeegee for company.
Oh, and unlike Squeegee - the stuffed pig that everyone loves, Poopah hasn’t quite struck a positive note with any of my friends, for obvious reasons.