It's been a Month and a Day
...Since I last posted. Then again, sorry not sorry everyone, life seriously sucks and I hardly get time to breathe properly. I haven't been breathing properly since prelims started inching towards me? But now it's better so here I am, talking to myself once again.
I've been not - so - wonderfully, annoyingly stupidly busy and caught up with the constant flow of school-homework-study-go mad that I've literally lost my beans and contracted the fantastical disease of mind called General Anxiety Disorder- before you go wikipedia that it basically means I'm a chronic worrywart and I plan for about every single disaster I can think of. It seems that this has persisted to the point that it has developed into a very real stomach disorder too, which is causing me to be so bloated and gassy my one true love (called "eating") is now deprived of my torn, moulding soul.
As my world get's slowly damper and starts to grow mushrooms so fluffy that they are larger than my face and start to take over my universe, I'll try to think about happier things in life. For one, the fact that I've had this blog since O levels ended or so, and I've managed to somewhat keep it alive for the last two years, at whatever degree of efficiency, and now I reach another hurdle in my very un-fantastical life. A levels. Other than my insane sense of lifelessness over the last 3 weeks due to the constant 7 hours day I spent huddling at a Starbucks, hunched so far over my books people may have thought I collapsed over my table-
I will try to talk about the better things, and supplement pictures as I go along.
(Currently I am craving / regretting that I didn't buy the blood orange instant drink mix from Muji earlier today, I would feel alot better if I had right now.) Prelims! (the absurd maniacal thing) are finally over. Much to my celebration and fear this means that while I am done I also await the news of my possibly terrible results. Finally yesterday I got my breather that I had so very desperately wanted and came home, slacked for 3 hours and finally decided that YES it was time to get my ass off my bed and go out and experience the sunshine. Made my way down to orchard to slobber over books and get a good lunch into my system. They had a little nanoblock thing happening in the bookstore. I picked up 7 books- 4 of which are cook books, 1 giant Archie comic, 2 books of random knowledge that no one truly needs and of the cook books- THE SORTED COOKBOOK. Sadly Kino didn't bring in the My Drunk Kitchen cookbook by Harto, if not I would have bought it as well. My overwhelming love for youtube and it's cooking channels is near infinite.
The day was already going pretty swell but then it got better, because my parents made the special trip down to my little haven in this country with it's name being PasarBella and it's location being the other side of the bloody island. The food there. Is my bae. Like if I had a non-human bae it'd be the entire place. Food there is excellent, atmosphere is excellent, booze is (unapologetically for having a lovely beer selection) excellent, so in overall I am usually and mostly always smitten with the place. Beside this neatly placed paragraph is yet again one of the artistically stitched instagram photos I have of the place, with the slogan I carry closest to my heart- Keep Calm and Carry Food.
In other heart warming news my teacher's wife gave birth to their first child today, to me basically spazzing out intensely because this teacher is one I am very close to, and I feel is a true true true friend. I am so glad he is becoming a father to a daughter because it'll allow him to foster yet another amazing human being. As a TK girl, as one of his "Daughters", I would say he has done an excellent job at moulding many humans, so I can't wait to see what he can do to his own. I (did not) politely (demand) to be the god sister to this cute little child and I was accepted and now I am ecstatic as this means I get to buy nothing but adorable baby clothing and toys and bibs and bobs for a little cutiepie. Now I have a not annoying little sibling who makes me feel like the world is suddenly enveloped by a halo and no idiots exist. She makes me feel forgiving.
Again non apologetically I think I very much succeeded at baking my first pie and I will again say non-apologetically that I thought the pie was bleeding amazing because it had just the most wonderful amount of cinnamon loaded juicy granny smith apples over a beautiful buttery crust and when I cut it open it cut neatly and the juice didn't flow everywhere. Did I mention I managed a lattice? Yup. Lattice. But I wish I had made the pastry flakier but MEHHH the insides were so good I just don't care. I have very deep baking feelings at the moment because I desperately want to bake all day every day if I could. The Pie Pan was an addition to my growing baking items, and I got the lovely professional silpat that I see others using. I'm really pleased with how everything has been turning out.
Before I end off this post a little reminisce to the day I made my last post where I had gone to starbucks and gotten my first actual custom drink, where I drowned out the happiness of everything else by asking them to add Java Chip and like tons and tons of cinnamon (can you tell how much I like this spice ) (again not sorry) but tomorrow I shall see if I can bring myself to blog again and update all of you on the dreary state of my existence and the slow walk I make towards my impending doom (I suppose the more I think this way the more it'll be a self-fulfilling prophecy, so I should stop now.)
xoxo
I've been not - so - wonderfully, annoyingly stupidly busy and caught up with the constant flow of school-homework-study-go mad that I've literally lost my beans and contracted the fantastical disease of mind called General Anxiety Disorder- before you go wikipedia that it basically means I'm a chronic worrywart and I plan for about every single disaster I can think of. It seems that this has persisted to the point that it has developed into a very real stomach disorder too, which is causing me to be so bloated and gassy my one true love (called "eating") is now deprived of my torn, moulding soul.
I will try to talk about the better things, and supplement pictures as I go along.
(Currently I am craving / regretting that I didn't buy the blood orange instant drink mix from Muji earlier today, I would feel alot better if I had right now.) Prelims! (the absurd maniacal thing) are finally over. Much to my celebration and fear this means that while I am done I also await the news of my possibly terrible results. Finally yesterday I got my breather that I had so very desperately wanted and came home, slacked for 3 hours and finally decided that YES it was time to get my ass off my bed and go out and experience the sunshine. Made my way down to orchard to slobber over books and get a good lunch into my system. They had a little nanoblock thing happening in the bookstore. I picked up 7 books- 4 of which are cook books, 1 giant Archie comic, 2 books of random knowledge that no one truly needs and of the cook books- THE SORTED COOKBOOK. Sadly Kino didn't bring in the My Drunk Kitchen cookbook by Harto, if not I would have bought it as well. My overwhelming love for youtube and it's cooking channels is near infinite.
The day was already going pretty swell but then it got better, because my parents made the special trip down to my little haven in this country with it's name being PasarBella and it's location being the other side of the bloody island. The food there. Is my bae. Like if I had a non-human bae it'd be the entire place. Food there is excellent, atmosphere is excellent, booze is (unapologetically for having a lovely beer selection) excellent, so in overall I am usually and mostly always smitten with the place. Beside this neatly placed paragraph is yet again one of the artistically stitched instagram photos I have of the place, with the slogan I carry closest to my heart- Keep Calm and Carry Food.
In other heart warming news my teacher's wife gave birth to their first child today, to me basically spazzing out intensely because this teacher is one I am very close to, and I feel is a true true true friend. I am so glad he is becoming a father to a daughter because it'll allow him to foster yet another amazing human being. As a TK girl, as one of his "Daughters", I would say he has done an excellent job at moulding many humans, so I can't wait to see what he can do to his own. I (did not) politely (demand) to be the god sister to this cute little child and I was accepted and now I am ecstatic as this means I get to buy nothing but adorable baby clothing and toys and bibs and bobs for a little cutiepie. Now I have a not annoying little sibling who makes me feel like the world is suddenly enveloped by a halo and no idiots exist. She makes me feel forgiving.
Again non apologetically I think I very much succeeded at baking my first pie and I will again say non-apologetically that I thought the pie was bleeding amazing because it had just the most wonderful amount of cinnamon loaded juicy granny smith apples over a beautiful buttery crust and when I cut it open it cut neatly and the juice didn't flow everywhere. Did I mention I managed a lattice? Yup. Lattice. But I wish I had made the pastry flakier but MEHHH the insides were so good I just don't care. I have very deep baking feelings at the moment because I desperately want to bake all day every day if I could. The Pie Pan was an addition to my growing baking items, and I got the lovely professional silpat that I see others using. I'm really pleased with how everything has been turning out.
Before I end off this post a little reminisce to the day I made my last post where I had gone to starbucks and gotten my first actual custom drink, where I drowned out the happiness of everything else by asking them to add Java Chip and like tons and tons of cinnamon (can you tell how much I like this spice ) (again not sorry) but tomorrow I shall see if I can bring myself to blog again and update all of you on the dreary state of my existence and the slow walk I make towards my impending doom (I suppose the more I think this way the more it'll be a self-fulfilling prophecy, so I should stop now.)xoxo
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