and it’s you and me

I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call,
And the only heart I own,
For you and you alone,
That’s all, that’s all…

The 20th marked yet another milestone in our lives, as the mister and I celebrated two and a half years of walking astride each other, pledging unflinching faith and relentless support. Looking back, as cliched as it may sound, it seemed only yesterday that we waxed lyrical on life’s melancholy and its beauty on poetic prose and verses over Friendster.

Yes, we are one of the many couples that embraced the anonymity-to-a-certain-extent nature of the webworld, and lounged in the comforts of our seats while witnessing the exchange of words through synchronised hypertexts and emoticons parenthesised with asterisks. Even though the ‘initiating’ factor in our relationship, if I may call it that, revolved around the arts/poetry, it very soon paved its way to non-sequitur conversations on our addiction to lime-flavoured Mentos Cool Chews, our “FREAKY THINGS ABOUND!!!” moments, as well as hilarious exchanges that no one quite understands, ‘cept for us.

And who can ever forget that monumental moment, when an innocent 20-question game which began as a crash course of knowing more about each other slowly (which included him being a cat-owner/lover, and me being a “fraidycat”, as he called it), became a lil more than that. And sooner than our we-have-lotsa-things-in-common selves bestowed us the title of twinnies, our hearts were secretly entwined and had more in plan for us.

And 30 months on, after all that he has been to me, and after all that he has done for me, all I can possibly offer in return is my whole-hearted love, a box filled with paper hearts containing 30 things I love about him, and a huge chocolate chip cookie cake for this lil cookie monster of mine.

eight in oh-eight

“To be honest, I didn’t think we would be eight.”

Eight years. Of clutching at our stomachs from laughing incessantly, and waking up all puffy-eyed from yesternight’s crying. Of irritating the world with our thousand-and-two inside jokes, and standing strong on each other’s side should the world turn their backs on either of us. Of experimenting with and thereafter embracing makeup in slowly-but-surely stages, and still having the quintessential rock-hand-sign pose with each camera session.

We’re a walking contradiction. At best.

of the past, the present, and the [near] future

One of the dear readers actually asked me what happened to my recipes; why I never posted them up anymore. Apparently there were many a times that the recipe links were not as prominent as I would have preferred them to be. With that, rest assured that a complete recipe would be typed out by the end of this entry

Having lamented how much I miss photography, I decided to look through photos taken over the past two years or so, and see what I could re-edit and/or salvage along the way, just to ease the PS itch, while awaiting the nearest opportunity to go on the next pictorial escapade. The best thing about looking through past photos is that besides the fact that you can spend almost the whole night reminiscing beautiful moments and eventful days, there would surely be times when you suddenly discover an overlooked photograph that you either vaguely recall taking, or had completely forgotten the wheres and the whos to it.

This was one of those moments; a rare photograph of one of the orders I had last month. The design was chosen and carefully thought of by the client, who was throwing a birthday bash for her 1-year-old daughter. Having been one of the first larger orders I had taken after having started my 9-6 job, I must admit that twas a very enriching and humbling experience for me. From the baking supplies, right down to the fact that the mixer had chosen to fail on me that very night. Haha. After all’s said and done, though, I enjoyed every minute of it, and would go through the whole experience in a heartbeat. But this time, at least let my mixer cooperate with me, please? :p

Having discovered the photo, I realised that it’s been awhile since I actually baked cupcakes for myself, i.e. apart from fulfilling orders. But by the time I decided on actually baking one, I was fretting over time management and fumbling with ingredients I actually had in hand, I went ahead and drew that faint line between a cupcake and a muffin thinner than it already is.