I sneaked out. Couldn't stand staying at home (in my room) and sitting on my arse doing bugger all whole day (says my bro).
Why did I have to sprain my ankle? Why?
Driving me nuts!
The only thing that could possibly cheer me up at shitty moment like this, even it's already way passed going-out-at-night-time, is a nice mixture of flour and eggs beaten together and then hopped in an oven and leave it there at 180 degree C for 40 minute and then cover it with a thick fattening layer of the part of milk that contains the butterfat.
Alright, I admit it, I'm a cakeholic. I'm appying for my cake fairy license, remember?
And am I glad, someone exists, like my junior, was so happened to be craving for CAKE, as well, though not so much for the part of milk that contains the butterfat.
So off I went, feeling desperate to be freed from the 4 white walls that surrounded me for the past 24 hours while I was doing bugger all whole day, ignoring my injured ankle, walking like a pathetic crab, looking for cake in late night Mountain East at 11p.m., not even in the slightess fear of being kidnapped by the legendary Mountain East Hulk
that claimed to be appearing at this hour
that has a special liking to pretty girls like myself.
Found a high class hotel that has a 24hour cafe but gee... they don't serve cakes. Didn't they know it's a lot of effort for me to walk all the way there?
And what kind of crappy hotel is it that doesn't serve cake? Personally, they should make hotel like this ILLEGAL.
Anyhow, luckily they've got this japanese cafe down the road. But that's another 10 min for me for what would be like 5 normally. And my ankle was starting to hurt because of poor blood circulation rooting from the fact that I was too desperate for cake and had lost all senses in logical thinking thus resulting in my wearing a pair of trainer. Grrr..... why did I have to sprained my ankle? Why? Why? So annoying.
There were some challenging steps towards the last 40 feet to the Jap cafe so I waited there like a hungry ghost, or more precisely a hungry CAKE ghost, while my junior went in to check if they sell cakes
So junior went inside to flip the menu abit hoping to spot some cakes
Yes, she came out signalling the wonderful sign of CAKE!
If you have x-rayed eye, like Superman, of which is unlikely, coz I there's only one Superman, and he happens to be my friend, you could literally see my heart growing flowers at that moment. Cake! Cake! Cake!
I went in and couldn't help drooling at the western menu. And they do have cakes, but only 2 pathetic kinds.
And many types of coffees.
Didn't want to drink coffeee so late.
So we went for the Cheese Cake.
It looks like it's being taken out from the menu straight away. :-) It's pretty alright. Yo... don't be fooled. It was the most h o r r i b l e cheese cake I've ever tasted in my life. It's so dry it's like eating sponge bloody soaking all the moist in my mouth. Could literally call it tongue resentfully bad. Costed RMB 15 somemore!
Since I'm such a visual animal, like man, I was already contented just by looking. So by purely looking at a pretty cake, though it's not delactable, calmed 50% of my anxiety (same as what pretty ladies with nice bodies do to man even though those ladies don't necessarily have nice personality, know what I mean?). Well, though sexy smell of manly sweat or chocolate with high percentage of quality cocoa can do the same for me. :-)
Being the usual hungry ghosts that we are, we tried the Fettucini, our FIRST PASTA in Shandong. Yum, yum... I'm so happy. Oh, I wish I can have Italian everyday here. Why do they have to be so expensive leh? This dish costed us RMB 35.
The hungry ghost in me turned loose and I went CRAZY holding a menu with pictures of western food all over it, eventhough it's already way past 12 midnight, I flipped the menu again and again and ordered another dish, which is the roasted chicken sandwich.
Surprisingly, it's very very good. Toast is thick, chicken meat is thick and oozing with juice... can you guys donate some money ah? I want to eat Western food everyday! >_<
Sunday, August 13, 2006
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Personally, Superflower thinks you should take up drinking. He also recons that you need a man. That would stop you becoming SuperPsychoLayeredCake. It has been foretold....
Same to you, my dear. hehehe
who is superflower? Is he also superpsycholayeredcake? Can't have many psycho in the world :p
Ah Fan
Ah Fan, to find out who this superpsycholayeredcake is, you've got to read his superpsycholayeredcake blog. As in, here: http://www.lifeaccordingtosuperflower.blogspot.com
Me not responsible for converting you into another supercake.
Meditation will help u to cool down ur craving :P
MsVampire
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