Happy Nineteenth Su-Mae (:
I'm going to type the whole weekend down, just so I don't forget anything. I anticipate it sounding slightly stilted though, because I've never really done a breakdown of a happy time before, only boring things like my thoughts and introspections. But this is important(:
Needless to say, tanneh and myself enjoyed ourselves looking for smoot's presents, shopping at sales and planning the surprises. All that plus enjoying the sleepover and dinner with good-quality cuisine really made a great weekend. While it'll still be some time before school starts, and we'll have more meet-ups, it's safe to say that plumping up the cushion of friendship during birthdays will always be the highlight. I love birthdays (:
We got smoot a work-bag that she couldn't find herself while scanning through robinsons. It took tanneh's keen eye and general perseverance before we finally dumped the idea of a Guess miniature handbag (thank goodness not) and a clean but boring black faux leather wallet. We dumped lots of school stuff inside, made a bag charm with a fiery heart (which I love x100), and sneaked in a makeup and glamour shoot near clarke quay!
But my favouritestest of all was baking nigella lawson's hazelnut nutella cake, because I've never baked a whole cake before, and never with tanneh. The egg whites gave us both quite a scare initially, but once we got to piling on the nutella, it was a breeze. Then there was the incident of the burning smoking hershey's chocolate in the microwave (tanneh's fault haha), and the even stupider mistake of pouring hot water out of the pot with the melted choc still in the bowl in that pot (my brilliant idea); but in the grand scheme of things, such mistakes can be forgiven(: After all, tanneh was smart to try the whole hazelnuts first before we gleefully peppered the cake with them as topping. The hazelnuts didn't taste like hazelnuts.
The cake didn't taste half-bad, and I will definitely try the recipe again because there's NO flour. I'm afraid of flour. Smoot liked it, which is the important thing (although you better not be bluffing us, smoot (: )
Sleepover at smoot's
I reaffirm my dislike for vodka. I remember drinking the first gulp of the thing at the crime reporters' get-to-know-you party (yes, drinking on the job). It was a mix of pepsi and vodka that my supe shoved in my hand. I didn't feel anything for the taste, and because I'm quite picky about what I drink (usually just water), I skipped it for diluted sprite.
But watching the jap dvd with smoot watching over tanneh and I like a hawk (are you asleep?! don't fall asleep!) was an experience in itself. I didn't know jap women could be so tall. I must be missing something ):
Morning after... To breakfast-ing we go.
two peas in a pod
I loved sitting outside Gelare with the rain on the ground and the creaking seats, and the Wonder Waffles with soy chocolate obsession that made me feel like crying because it made me so incredibly happy. That is my number one food, and I will never forget the happiness in every bite.
Left out the pictures from our "angles angles!" photo shoot, because. Looking forward to the next top model time though. (:
Big hugg all round!
