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a twisted tale
01 December 2006
4:40:00 AM
a twisted tale
13 november...it was horrible, have i gotten up from a nightmare? im aint ready for the cooking competition. all the last minute muggin and im feeling rotten now. the weather is odd to go against me. how am i goin to think abt my food now. i unwillingly went to the hall for the first test. cprog is juz not fun. written then open book. the idea was there but the machine cock up the very minute. there goes my marks. im outta there and looking to improve the next test. 14 november...flipping the books and trying out the food. then, it strike me. its time for test. transport!...o boy, how im i goin to think of fantestic recipe now! HOW!? i wrote down the formules as usual and started doing...well, it wasnt that bad. the taste was alright but! i've made a mistake...i shouldnt have change the timing for time head way to hours! its all auto n i've forgotten. the food turned out edible. i was glad. doze of in my lovely castle. 15 november...muggin the entire night under the moon, aly was the big challenge by far. cooking is not all formules by understanding. could it be me or the evil witch...hmmm...*wonders* truss is much tougher then frame...who agrees? ya, only me but who cares. the food must turned out great but it didnt. why? carrying my heavy heart out of the hall, i went to practise my swordplay. more work x.x who will group with me for this practise. damn. back to the castle. 16 november...i wore boots to the main dining area. this test is base on formules. was so worried that none would come out. concrete design! my mind was a BLANK!!! this haven happen to me before. why now and at this crusor point. time paused *dead silence follows...* squeeing out memory is F up. the food was wrong! omg! i've poison myself...badly...once again. my heart broke. with my boots, i went to the farm. annoyed that the fact was, today is my off day, i had to pick herbs. then! my precious herbs was missing from the basket! i shoudnt have left it there, what more is pushing it to one corner. but my assitant is keeping a look out for me. how could this happen!? sad frustrated annoyed pissed and all emo that came by. that person could have asked me. stones roll down. devasteted of whatz happening, i shut myself. 17 november...the last in the row but more to follow x.x this marks the end of muggin maths in cooking! wow!...a chef to be. a useless one? great wonders. i went to the hall bravely. i tried. the food busted on me. should i be happy? or sad? decided not to drown on my misery, i took this setback light heartedly. someone break me free! blame it on eidiot. it made everyone stupid. one cant agree further. back to castle. a messenger told me a news i odd to be happy! a promotion of chef's ranking. wheee...the date was very much awaited for n_n . doze. 18 november...the nightmare seem far from over. O.O my eyes popping out...thou my rare herbs got stolen, i brace up. take it as a donation. trg in the kitchen was sick. first up was to the stick market to settle some stuff...but no stall was open! juz my luck. with boots, i headed down to an insitute for a showdown. YES! we won! haha. the castle was the only place i went after the showdown. doze. big intestin was airing...what a day. after which, finish up on excess work. doze. 19 november...if time was gonna let me free, its the end of the world...rushing through all the stuff, as if theres no tml. why? the sticks n boots competition was gonna begin next week x.x im so dead. dont wish to make it like i dont do any work. big intestin always makes my weekends worthwhile. doze. 20 november...results of the test is out. watever. transport -.-''' sticks! nyp -.-''' three strokes on my head and it tells u im not very confident abt today. not the usual me. i've done my work n settle things, in the end. ppl in the kitchen doesnt do anything tills the last minute. boy! why the hell im working so hard for...i hate to skip trg in the kitchen. competition is a sure lose. i gave my best n not regeate anything. work. doze. news...if u r a beatles fan, u wont wanna miss this...beatles... 21 november...was glad trg ended early...hahaha...boot up for the competition. man, this is tiring. my hands are sore. one attack was all i can do. tp -.-''' there you go, another three strokes on my head. i didnt know what to do. my hands moved all over the place, as if they were given seperate instructions. im so doom. the herbs rained. potatoes for dinner. n_n smiling. work. doze. 22 november...dust was falling from the top. i looked up. half joy half sulking. i hate dust but for the right reason, it helped. man, finally resting. the day was normal. aly sucked. after jewel, had this meeting of the round table. ha! painting of own t-shirt! wheee...then back to castle. doze. 23 november...cprog F up. picking up sticks is easy but knowing the way of the sticks takes for more then talent. once again, im giving all out for the competition. beat tired but determined. tyko one goal -.-''' damn! i want nth more now then a warm hug. 24 november...work in the kitchen is horrible. shant crap abt it. boot it up! haha, im still in dreamland. wake up girl! we won! wheee...deutsch! 25 november...wore my boot and went out with a heavy eyelid...first up was the interview...hahaha...im so happy. will i pass? fail? man, this is hell for me. i want to be the best. yes, finally a new rank i call up to. down to the farm next for herbs picking competition. x.x all 5 competition can kill me. whatmore is to see my enemy. yes, the one with the weapon. i believe in doing your best thou u dont have the skills. this is a learning experience, we shall get them next yr. im so full, im bloated, i juz wanna throw everything out. work is the reason. big intestin! 26 november...sleep was all i can think off. was relief that i got a parnter in jewel. phew...big intestin. doze. 27 november...wrote a valentine poem...oasis have woken me. no dreamland, im on war ground. fight! boot it up! here i come. dust was pouring down again. cold and dozey...Zzz...i did my best and YES! score. love that feeling...haha. i love it i love it i love it... 28 november...be it be me or my legs, i shouldn have given up on the match. sticks was poorly done. blame me kill me lay me dead. i outta be shot. doze. 29 november...skip lesson in kitchen. went to repair the toilet. poor legs. brought boots for competition. won! work! doze. 30 november...o man. lesson in the kitchen. presentation was alright. my little chicks! cute! kitchen trg again. dust was helping us, no trg. yea! doze. 1 december...looking out of the widow, dust was everywhere. hate that feeling. last match with boots. nerve racking. forget that our match is the second. offside deutsch. highlight of the match was our match. worst was all teams supporting us, more like staring at our play. man, stress. we tried. everyone did great. im proud. stayed overnight in the kitchen. jokes laughter lame ppl. doze. news abt a famous painting and its mystery...painting behind wall. 2 december...the morning is young. most was late. i hate it. stick market was alright. back to sweet castle. doze. big intestin! work. doze. news abt cold...cold. news abt toys in wrapings...wrap rage. 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