Baked and Feeling Gay

The past week has been busy. I went to two wedding dinners which reminds me that there is another one to go to this Wednesday. At this rate, I'll be flat broke before the end of the month. What with the monetory obligations that comes with the invitations and all that. Thats like a hundred bucks per sitting. But thats okay, wedding dinners are...nice. Also quite pleasing was something I did on the weekend besides the banana cake I baked last Sunday which turned out to be my best yet. I know, I know. This is sissy and gay and shit but there is this feminine side of me that seems to manifest itself once in a while. So, if you're into baking, here's the ingredients (secretly guarded until now) :-

1. 150gm brown sugar

2. 5 eggs

3. Butter

4. 230gm plain flour

5. 1 table spoon cinnamon powder

6. A bit of salt

7. 1 tble/spoon baking soda

8. 1 cup plain yogurt

9. Walnuts / mixed nuts / oats

10. 5 bananas - mashed

11. 1 capfull of Vanilla essence

12. 2 packs Label 5 - must

Mix 1, 2 and 3 in an electric mixer. Be sure to add in the eggs one at a time for consistency. In a bowl, mix 4, 5, 6, and 7. Fold in to mixer. Add 8, 9 and 10. Wait. Add 11 and 12. Bake at 180 degrees centigrade for 45mins. Enjoy.

I went to hang with some friends at their house and ended up jamming the whole night. Right now, the fingers on my left hand are killing me. I've haven't played guitar that long for a long, long time.

As per usual with our impromptu acoustic jams, a lot of the songs come from school days. Stuff like Deep Purple, Eagles, Smokie, Scorpion and a whole lot of other rock bands from that time. Lots of mid nineties music too, like Gin Blossoms. And of course, some old school Malay rock ballads. They don't write stuff like that anymore.

I would like to do this a lot more often, if I can. Music is such a relief.

Another interesting thing happened that night. I received a call from someone whom I used to fancy quite a bit in my hey days. Apparently she's bored and unemployed and wants to hang out.

I've decided not to. I didn't tell her that though. It would be awkward and quite possibly end up dredging up very, very, very painful memories. Of the sexual kind. I guess it's my turn to do something other women have done with me. I'm going to play the drifting away game. I feel bad about it, really. In the past, I used to believe that I was "better" than that and above rejecting others. I guess I'm not that high up.

Idealism is so annoying in it's naivete isn't it?