All Your Cakes Are Mine, The Dreary

Office (Mis)adventures Part I

Accidentally stepped on a coworker’s foot at the office.

I seriously felt like a stampeding horse because of the way she almost doubled over in pain. Worse still, she had hurt her hand a few days before so her whole arm was in a sling. I wanted to die.

If I wasn’t concentrating so hard on the godforsaken printer because okay, I get nervous around bits of technology (and they tend to spontaneously explode/malfunction around me) This wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have to bend down to grab the papers and take a step back – AND CRUSH HER TOES LIKE THE HORSE THAT I AM.

Not creepy at all.

Not creepy at all.









For 5 minutes, all I could say was “I’m so sorry!” while gazing in horror at her foot (and the heavily bandaged hand) I don’t think I can ever make eye contact with her after this. Great way to make an impression. Woo.

Apart from the gory drama, I have been eating this cake for the past three days which was awesome until I started getting nauseous at the end.  Of course, I have a crap quality picture which I edited (Meaning: I put in dozens of those Instagram filters, yeah)  I will put it here for your visual pleasure.

You can't see it clearly but heck yes, it was good.

You can’t see it clearly but heck yes, it was good.

All Your Cakes Are Mine

Yes, This Blog Is Alive

If you’ve been with this blog for a long time (longer than 7 months) you’d probably know (fo’ realz) that I’m not dead – and my promise of “I’M BACK!” is laced with half baked truth (always) and that I will probably return to jot down the immature, the ridiculous and the weird.
I’m currently suffering from ‘permanent upper lip sweat syndrome’ – Summer has been ruthless so far, and I’m thinking that this is what Hell would probably be like. I’m now really worried about my chances. God, is this some sort of sign you’re throwing my way?

In other news, these past 6 months had been a rush. I got done with my 6th semester, and my finals went so very amazing (and I also have an illegal opium farm and a thriving marijuana crop now. Psych!) What is shocking is that I now know  how to make pakoras and fries. Yes, you can eat them and NOT die. How awesome is that! Virtual Hi-fives, y’all. So if I’m ever in that ‘lonely-island-infested-with-potatoes-stranded-me-found-magical-oil-and-utensils-under-mystical-rock‘ situation, I can totally survive. Trust.






It’s pretty obvious that all good comes with some bad too, so these 6 months weren’t exactly a joyride. I had some health issues, and some academic issues, with some sprinkling of family drama but I suppose, I shouldn’t wallow in despair right now. Especially since I have so much work to actually think about all that.

Yes. I have an internship. Pretty soon, all you will see in this blog will be tales of the murder of my vacations, how I thwarted demonic chairs and bombardment of  food photos.

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