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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

CS. LEWIS.


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A little less social life, a little less irony.

I had a stayover with my Secondary School friends which is something we had NEVER done despite our 9 years of friendship. We were just a little too greedy to take pictures of ourselves, but okay, we had some captured on Ley’s iPhone.

Reminiscing the past, those days and how we wished we worked harder. And how we laughed at everyone, at teachers and at ourselves.

We had beef steak a tad too underdone, mashpotatoes with bacon bits many many and MUSHROOM MARTINI! I was jk. Its just mushrooms soaked in alcohol.

We also had ready steady microwaved food on-the-go, tiramiss-you for dessert and a hell lot of Cleft Palates, Catherine Tates and Little Britain to boot. I <3 you guys.

This week, I’ve way too much egg yolks to mess with and so I tried my hand at making Lemon Curd! It was funny because I thought it was lemon TURD when I was first introduced to it. It’s quite a beauty, this Curd, because it gets nicer as it keeps in the fridge  and goes perfect with anything! Waffles, Toast, Scones, ALONE!

I’ve also tried White Chip Macadamia Nut Cookies and it was deeeeelishhhhh when it was fresh out from the oven. You take a deep bite, and its bursting with emotional white chocolate chips that sends you touching the ceiling and back.  Unfortunately I left it on the rack to cool way too long and they turned into soft cakes and I had to put them in the fridge. <3 them anyway.

The most depressing of all pictures is the “artistic” one where my Champ& Freeman textbook is piled atop my cupcake recipe book AND Female Magazine. And the worst part, the book name is called T.E.M.P.T. DAMN.

On the side note, I was heading to a friend’s place that day just down the road of my place and then I noticed this dog Turd. I reminded myself not to step on it on the way back. AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED?

I. Freaking. Stepped. On. It.

(just as I had set my mind to take a nice jog home. so I angrily boarded the bus 2 stops down and sulked in the post rain fallacy)