Friday, 8th October '04
Play That Funky Music, Brown Boy!
Haha. Above line was something shouted by some audience member to Arvin during the return concert. Mildy funny, in a semi-racist sort of way , hee.
Return concert was a blast. I mean, of COURSE the bands weren't perfect, but they were certainly more than halfway decent. Great repetoire, and Ziliang and Arvin can really sing... which is ALWAYS a good thing. Sigh. I think I've been Radiohead-converted. Plus, they actually had variety. Sam is a creepily good magician, and Zhiqian and Bernia and Julia really did have the Chinese singer thing going on. If Julia would just remember her lyrics.
And was I super-impressed with the effort Liangwei, Zhu and the rest of the class comm put in. Compared to that awful sham we came up with last year, wow!
But I'm here, really to avoid starting to read my cases again *retch* and to blog, by way of distraction, about my brownies. I'm cooking for potlucks again, and I decided I was sick of cheesecakes. They're not the cheapest things either. What the heck, I'm going to be lazy and use instant mix brownies.
I haven't even really started on those either, but I'll be back to report throughout the course of baking. Real time updates, people! You'll know the minute:
(a) something goes wrong and I mix in the wrong things and hence start screaming hysterically,
(b) the oven shortcircuits - it has happened before and now mum insists i wear Dad's rubber surgical gloves whenever I tweedle the dials,
(c) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(d) I burn myself withdrawing said toothpick and swear colourfully,
(e) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(f) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(g) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(h) I wonder why I'm such an impatient little twerp
(i) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(j) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(k) I worry that my brownie is going to have a LOT of obvious holes in it,
(l) I poke the toothpick in and it doesn't come out clean,
(m) I decide that I will cut up the brownie and eat the holely bit myself,
(n) THE TOOTHPICK COMES OUT CLEAN! CLEAN!!!
(o) I fight with the tray and can't get the bloody thing out,
(p) I wonder why the brownie tastes too sweet and manufactured,
(q) I decide to just shove it and bring it to the potluck.
oh OH! Maybe I don't have to update you anymore. Will only update if the predictions turn out to be wrong.
Right, now one more thing. If you've had enough of brownies and brown boys, check out some brown girls! Yes, the refugees cum prostitutes that keep unceremoniously throwing up their skirts. My "The Next Wave" pictures can be found here. More specifically, and these links show the image view (not the thumbnail view), there are the full dress rehearsal pictures taken by the official photographer, and the happy shots that mysteriously appeared in my camera.
You can probably find links to other photos, most notably the Bangkok pictures and the Presentation photos there, but I'll link each album individually someday.
Enjoy! I'm off to lunch.
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]