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Okay. This is my first post for this month.
Guess what, it's my birthday today, too! So it's sort of a birthday post. Well, while doing so, Chef's popped up on the right side of my computer screen. I just decided to blog and watch because I broke my birthday cake. *bawling like a cow scheduled for slaughter* Broke means, as in split into two; worse, kinda diagonally (insert sobbing kittens here). I was transferring it into the plate when... like how Hulk smashed skyscrapers in New York... there, the soft sorrowful sound of my shattered dreams — er, crumbled dark chocolate cake.
I don't freakin' know what I've gone wrong. It just happened. Just.like.that.
And like a real strong girl, I didn't allow my kitchen pride to be dampened by a single broken birthday cake (my birthday cake, of all cakes in the world whyyy). I pressed it back (can you imagine, how childish haha) to a clean pan and almost shoved it in the refrigerator. I'm hoping that its moist will somehow glue them altogether like a basketball team that lost four times in a row. Anyway, I'll try my best to cover it up with its frosting. I shall do that tomorrow. No, later after I send the popstar to school.
Speaking of the popstar, she's been absent for 4 days. She got sick over the weekend and when she got well, I had flu. We are literally sharing everything together. That's why I'm so glad I finally had the strength to clean up the house and blog and bake and be a fab mom again.
And regaining that strength a few hours before my birthday is something to be thankful for.
Alright, I paused Chef (which I've already seen twice) to pour out more thoughts in this post. I hope you read something good here. Hihi. Watching it again... *have you seen this? I loooooove this movie!*
I'll show you how it looks like after the frosting. I'm dreaming it will look a little something like this. It — my broken birthday cake. *crossing fingers until the blood clots*
Greet me, greet me! I love reading birthday greetings.