oh, my studcupcake.

So what do you get when you combine Kim, an oven, unmeasured ingredients, and some asian mini cake moulds?

CUPCAKES!

Okay so I'm not a very good cook, but hey. First time and I'm pretty proud of myself :)
I'm not usually the one in the kitchen because my mum thinks I'm up to no good and could burn the house down :@ but anywho!
These little fritters took me about an hour to make, and I only ended up with 3 that turned out edible. They actually tasted more like scones, maybe it wasnt moist enough. Heck they don't even look like cupcakes but oh well. The icing turned out well though. Very soft and buttery and...mmm.

Its okayy, I'm still working on it. I think its pretty cute, I was going after the "rose" effect since I was lacking in those fancy schmancy icing tool squeeze-ey things. Oh but you watch. One day, I'm going to be the best cupcake maker in town and kickass My Little Cupcake. Fer sure!

My goddamn competition. You watch >:D

So today's practically the start of my holidays, woo-hoo! I feel like I shouldve went to school coz of the beautiful weather today but oh well. I don't really have much plans. One thing's for sure, I will get aloooooot of sleep. Gotta love the sleep.

Maybe one day, you and I can make cupcakes. And I'll be sure to have a proper tray, an electric beater and you can do all the washing up. I promise. ;););)

blame the rain.

Hi! Hey diddley-oh! Did you miss me? ;););)

They say you should keep up with your childhood memories, the primary best friends, the close bonds with teachers, the hobbies, the favourites, everything good from the past. And so, on this rainy gloomy day as I was sitting in front of my computer being totally bored out of my brain, I did. One simple phone call.

Elisiva, my primary school best friend of the group of best friends I had way back in the FWPS days. I remember this girl being the bushy brown-haired, giantly tall person who had a fetish for Anime. I remember her for writing stories about the seven of us, writing about her crazy fanatical obsessions, and for the creative pieces that always amazed me. I remember her for those jokes she cracked, the laughs we shared, the lunches spent sitting in our circle talking about who knows what. It feels like these memories have always been stuck in the back of my head and ready to pull out into a Dumbledore pensieve. Because they are that great.
I dial her mobile phone number. Ring. Ring. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Oh man I'm gonna hang up. And then..!

"hello?" (mind you this was a very manly man voice speaking)
"uh. is this elisiva's phone?"
"oh yes yes! this is her phone. wait i'll get her for you"
"thanks"

A moment of anticipation and muffles of voices, tv, things.
"Hello?"
"Hi Elisiva!"
"Erhh. Hi..."
"can you guess who this is?"
"uhmm...uh..."
"ITS KIM!"
"OHHH. KIMMM, HI. I was just about to say..."

And so we transfer to her home phone after yadabouts and meaningless "ohs" and "ahs"
It is actually her birthday tomorrow, and being the spontaneous and good-hearted person I am, I decided to give her an early birthday call and just catch up you know?
It was awesome. We rambled and ranted on about our high school life, whats new, whats not, our new hobbies, food-absurd combinations that taste ohsogooood, the others of the group, more school, more stressing about the SC-trials-exam crap, family, celebrations, old birthday and christmas cards, more food, school photos, Year 6(best.year.ever.), lame jokes, sewing and her failures, short-sightedness and its inconvenience, braces, people taller than her, how we miss each other and everyone, how things were easier before. Everything in a nutshell really.

It felt like the old times. It felt like someone had just invented a time machine and I was the first person to use it. It felt like we were sitting in the senior quad in that corner of our own in a circle and sharing Kettle chips again. Oh how much I miss those times. And so, we were reminiscing the great moments, how corny her poems and cards used to be, our childish acts and ways of writing, we were so young. So young. And the funny thing was, after what. 2 and probably more years of not seeing each other(the last time was probably Heleny's 14/15th party? Like what the heck bro.) we just clicked. It was like we were in the minds of our foolish 10 year old self again.
And she is still the Elisiva I know. She still likes her anime, drawing, and writing stories. She's my Elisiva.

This simple phone call really made my day. Brings back the good old memories, reminds me of how things used to be when we didn't have to care about studying and what other people think of us and whatnot. What can I say? We all want to go back to that again. But for the mean time, do something you haven't done in a while. Call an old friend you haven't talked to in ages. Go back to your primary school. Look at your old photos. Read old birthday/christmas/friendship cards. Find your childhood. Remember it.

Our Year 6 farewell.