Out of Focus

Friday, 24 April 2009

Copy Cat

Spot the difference:

Copied:

Original:

Which one makes more sense?

Karan, please, originality!

Thursday, 23 April 2009

I just don't know anymore.

I have no will to do anything.

I don't like anyone's company.

I don't like anyone.

I hate everyone.

HATE!

I don't want to go to work.

I don't want to stay at home.

I want to cry, and retch, till I can cry no more.

I want to bleed. Like really bleed.

I don't want anyone's pity. I don't want anyone's friendship.

I just want to be left alone.

I have no friends.

I have no life.

I want to end this all.

This stupid fucking drama called life.

I hate everyone.

I'm done now.

Please, don't comment on this post.

Saturday, 18 April 2009

Disaster!!!!

I'm absolutely fond of cooking. It's my favorite hobby, I love experimenting, and I do believe I'm a good cook! I like reading recipes, trying them out, and putting my own spin on things...

Unfortunately, I am a DISASTER when it comes to baking. I can't bake a cake to save my life! And this post is about one such unfortunate baking disaster.

I read a recipe for Milk Cake, and it sounded, and looked, delicious. It looked pretty simple to make, so I decided I'll try it.

The recipe called for a tin of condensed milk, flour, baking soda, sugar, and six eggs. I mixed everything well, pre-heated the oven, set the baking mold, and I got to baking. The recipe said it should take about 20 minutes to make, so I set the timer accordingly.

Well, five minutes later, I could smell something from the kitchen. So my nose led me there, and I peered into the oven. What I saw next was sort of amazing. The "cake" had risen out of the tray, almost like a souffle, and there was a thick smell of eggs around. For safety measures, I even inserted a toothpick, which came out clean. This is an indication that the "cake" was done.

So I took it out of the oven, and set it to cool. The smell of eggs was too overpowering, so I was sort of prepared for a nasty creation. I took a small piece and popped it into my mouth. And let me tell you, it was disgusting! I wasn't eating "cake"...I was eating eggs! YUCK! It was so disgusting, I spit it out.

No one touched the experiment, and it was lying in the casserole for about a week till mould took over. It was completely green by the time mum threw it out. Good riddance, I say! You may also like to know that I haven't baked since that day..

I suppose it's the six eggs that ruined it. So come to think of it, the disaster wasn't really my fault...it was the recipe's! Oh well!