Easy, boy.

I am a gentleman and I keep my promise. Weeks before Wei Loung’s birthday today, I promised him I would get him a Pandang cake with personalized designs. I went shopping over at Fair Price yesterday and walked away with a two dollars cake, a bottle of whipped cream, and humongous table candles. Call me an asshole, but I am sure everyone had a good laugh! This picture illustrates how horrible a person I am at culinary. I can’t even decorate a cake, let alone whip out something edible for all of you to EAT. Anyway, this REALLY SPECIAL cake comes with one ginormous table candle that represents a million years old , with circular creaming, and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner with orange lettering over a piece of terribly torn paper. And Wei Loung was so embarrased - no less. BUT. BUT. BUT. The class shared a proper chocolate cake for him, nevertheless. I mean, a really confectionery’s chocolate cake — not some fresh globs out from the toilet, which Candy and I harboured the thought of doing. As a birthday present, we bought him a wallet that cost 60 bucks and being a person MANAGING HIS FINANCE WITH A ROD OF STEEL, I had to encourage him to use it, or even to the extent of forcing him to use. Of course, we smashed cakes and creams on his face REPEATEDLY and he did the same to me and some other people. At the end of running and dashing and slap-you-in-the-face kind of overly-dramatic drama, I had to take a shower in school. If I had to bear with some whipped cream on my hair, I would probably cut my head off. And that’s excluding the fact that whipped cream will turn sour after a prolonged period of time. I don’t want to smell like puke, or rotten carrots. I bought the minimal necessities I need for a shower from our campus Shopping Arcade and made a mad dash to the sports block to clean myself up. And I think I will have to shower again when it comes to my birthday. Most probably. But I hope not. Hey people, I have been very kind sending tutorials answers to all of you, so I deserve some nice chit-chats around a table instead of running like African tiger in school.