The Weekend

  This weekend... has been... strange....? Well, strange is not the right word, different is much more proper.

  So I have my usual plan: Go to the gym, go celebrate a friend's birthday, then study... oh! And! Bake! This week, I was supposed to bake some chocolate chip muffins! (The Swedish meatballs on Wednesday turns out fineeeee, but I made so much, I ate it for 3 days). But unfortunately, something terrible happened. I was chopping vegetables and then I basically sliced a part of my thumb. From then on, my weekends was just me trying to keep my left hand static.

Figure 46.1: How it is (no photos because that's disgusting)

  There was just blood everywhere. I got my housemate to help me clean it up, but she obviously wasn't too happy about assisting me in the clean up of blood. Because of that, I had to spend my weekday doing activities that doesn't use my left thumb.

  The first few days, everytime I move it or accidentally knock it into something, it bleeds. Because of the lack of my left hand mobility, I can't cook anymore (more specifically, I can't chop the ingredients), so I ordered delivery instead. Oh ha haha I got food poisoning it from it. So now, my Friday consists of me constantly cleaning my left thumb because it bleeds periodically, and rushing to the toilet because food poisioning.

 Saturday morning, I finally get to Skype with my family again. Skype-d for a few hours, that was really nice. I was right! My entire family (at least the maternal side) now knows about this blog, and it's content is constantly circulating around them. Jeez! Old people and their amazing rate of gossip! Maybe it was a mistake to like my uncle's Facebook post! The household is still in post-grandma's passing mode. Apparently she owned a bit too many things, and they're having trouble sorting out all of the things she has. They would be having one last lunch with her caretaker all this while. Yeah, it'd probably be a solemn lunch, but it's a nice gesture.

 In the evening, there was a birthday party to attend. The venue is in some fancy restaurant, so I decided to just order a salad for the event. But because I know I probably won't be full if I just ordered salad, I decided to go to the Starbucks next door and load up with calories first. My friend was working in Starbucks that day, so I got a free drink from him! (Salted Caramel Decaf Latte with half syrup) I basically just read there, and talked to him when he's on his break, then goes back to reading when his break is over... Then its off to dinner!

  After dinner, we brought everyone to our home for (Jerry's) tea. Oh yeah, I'm known as the tea guy now. In fact, when Simon said: "Hey guys, come to our place after dinner!" A few of them went, "Ok! Jerry what tea do you have this time?" So we all talked until ~2.30am. One of them stayed over for the night because her place was too far. She usually stays over because she's always part of the group and she lives... not far... but she's lazy. She has her toothbrush here already and everything. So this time is no different right?

  Wrong. My (and I guess OUR) Sunday schedule was completely ruined. Well, she's having a guy problem right now. Yes and not really. She's trying to make this guy fall in love with her but she doesn't want to do anything about it. She's not exactly making any move or anything. She's also constantly bugging me because I actually personally know the guy (Starbucks guy to be precise), and she's constantly grilling me about him. I kept on telling him that we don't really talk about this kind of stuff. Yes he's my friend, but we're not that close of a friend. But noooooo. Oh yeah, there's a reason why I'm super annoyed about it. It's because this have been going on since June, this whole coming and grilling me thing. But this time, I have a secret weapon, and it is my housemate, Simon.

  Basically, Simon was good cop and I'm bad cop. I'm constantly giving the more "bad" answers (I don't think it's bad, I think it's just not what she wants to hear). Simon wraps my words around with flowers basically. Until...

  It is now 3pm. She's still here. My original plan of baking is now moot because the evening plan is to study. She's been here since she woke up at 10am, and we're having this topic until now. None of us have ate breakfast, and we're still going on about her guy problem. Simon too got impatient already and we both became bad cop-bad cop an hour ago. She's basically trying to be like a chessmaster, trying to make him fall in love with him and have him make the first move and all those stuff. At the end, she left because she has a meeting. Simon and I then supported ourselves by just getting some KFC delivered to us.

  And here I am now, just finished my only meal of the day because it's already 4pm. It has been a rough morning/afternoon, having a guest who doesn't want to leave your home for some completely made up problem she has (if you listen to her problem, you could tell all of this could be solved by her making the move. Yes she could be rejected, but I guess that's it then.). So now, I guess it's time to study and do whatever assignments I have. I'll maybe make my muffins some day? Or maybe I'll make 2 different kind of pastries next week! We'll see!

Figure 46.2: Side view of my wound