Anyhow, life has been pretty much amusing these past few days (and the days to come). Luckily, I've planned a lot of stuff for myself to enjoy every little bit of every little day, savour each hour like it's some rare expensive wine (by wine, I mean orange juice) until the very end of my four month not-so-special-but-i'd-like-to-think-so journey. Thanks to the reminder that's eternally set in my brain, I keep on reminding myself how many days I have left before I can pursue my education in Law School. Yes, I intended to make it sound posh and fancy. It gives me a purpose. And there goes my head...
Whatever it is, two days ago, we celebrated Nadhrah's eighth birthday. It just dawned on me that time moves so fast. I know, I'm a little bit slow. Or I already knew that one cliched of a phrase but I guess, you have your moments when memories really knock you hard on your head and you start to realise things aren't just the way they were anymore, not what they used to be. It felt like she was just a small chubby cuter version of herself baby Nadhrah. Anyways, for her birthday, me and my cousin decided to bake cupcakes for her birthday and so, we did. It turned out, okay. Although, it could've been a little bit moist. The presentation was decent. We managed to buy the table centre-piece for 0.50 cents and the other goodybag items for that price as well. We tossed everything relevant we could get our hands on into the trolley. It kinda felt like boxing day divided by 10; it was just an unimaginably small section that's deserted from the shoppers nearby. Still, boxing day on my mind.
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| Blogger load being a douche. My pictures aren't properly uploaded |
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| see the presentable cupcakes? |
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| birthday girl |
Note: The above commentary about the cupcakes are an understatement. The characterisation of how it tasted like was way off than how the writer described it to be.
But hey, that's how you gain self-confidence! If you want to be a good cook, you gotta start believing in yourself. That "yes, farhana! You can do it! You can bake terrific cupcakes and it will taste exactly like how Martha Stewart's cupcakes turn out to be". (When in reality, I know better.)
And they bought a cake just in case nobody wanted to eat the cupcakes we baked. Or, "to empower their freedom of choice" for it to sound politically correct. Guess what? They made a pretty good decision. Barely anyone touched the cupcakes. -_- And most of the cupcakes eaten, were by those who baked them. FUNNY
And today, I didn't do much except wake up pointlessly early. Pointless because I didn't do anything but watch telly until it's 10 o'clock. That presh time should be used for sleeping. Did some house chores and that's that. Well, tomorrow I'm looking forward to something different. I asked my sister if she wanted to accompany me to go and jog. We'll see how it goes. Usually when the above scenario happens, I'll be jogging on my bed as opposed to on the field. (Catch my drift?)
There - a pretty damn long post that contains nothing but selfish remarks about how my day went and how I am under the impression that people would actually bother to read this post until the very end of it.
Oh and one last thing, Happy birthday, Abi. I love you more than you will ever know (:
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| taken using Cheshire |
Let's end this post with a picture worth pleasing my stalkers. ( I can't belive I'm feeding you guys with something that would backfire upon me)
An acrobatic act by me and cousin. Using that long paper thingamajig, thinking that we were capable of being a rythmic gymnast sans the horridious leotards. I think I aced it pretty well. The air-borne pose and all.
My personal cool-o-meter has self-raised it's coolness by a factor of 10.
Anybody who concedes, say I!
Anybody? Alright, bye.
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