The 26th of May has always been a special day for me. If I don't fall asleep, that is. For days now I've been "training" to wake up at normal hours again. But seeing as how I was facing a predetermined good day, I decided to stay up doing what I've been doing best lately--watching dled reality shows. Bar the bloodshot eyes, itchy forearm, rock-hard brownies, and forgotten uniforms, it was a pretty normal day.

When these things come, you can't help but meditate on how your life has been for the past year/s. I must say, I kind of hate what I've turned into. No, not hate slit-my-wrists kind of hate. It's more of I-miss-my-old-self-and-quite-disappointed-with-the-now hate. So there's only one thing to do, I think.

White chocolate cheesecake with raspberry sauce has trumped blueberry cheesecake as my favoritest cake ever. It's simply grossly great.

Thanks to Lara for that shout out in her LJ! :D

I have but one wish for this day, though. I wish I could bake stuff from scratch. :D

I kind of miss you. :(

I may not have inherited my mom's easy-to-talk-to demeanor, but I sure get her temper- short-fused but long-burning. I even have a very good idea who she got it from.

But whatevs. So now I have a bit of time to kill because stupidly, I preheated the oven about 5 minutes before the brownie batter was ready. And when I was ready to put the damn thing in, I opened the door to quickly. And because of stupid rarefaction and compression, the fire went out. It took me a while to get the thing going again so there. Why do I never learn....

Tomorrow my cousins are heading home after a week or so of idly spending it here. So days before the supposed departure we had to do a final all-out summer lagaw so that their coming won't be for naught. In the city, there are only 2 "good" movies that are playing- those being Speed Racer and Iron Man (or is it Ironman?). I have seen the latter, and have been gunning to see the former. However, five minutes before leaving for the mall, I read a review saying how Speed Racer was awful and that the story was ridiculously complex, so that got me thinking: will I go see Iron Man again, or will I actually give Chim Chim a chance? I went with Chim Chim.

Yes, the story sucked. There was this one part where this rich dude in purple- I don't even remember his name!- kept blabbing 15 minutes away that I momentarily got a flashback of that white-clad Architect in The Matrix! Yes, I wanted Pops blabbing away when he explains such things, just like in the series, but I didn't want the vital parts of the story to be given away like that! And by a newbie, sheesh. Seriously.

Now that the batter's popped in the oven, I just have to waste my time enjoying Chuck before I sink my teeth in delish fudge. :D

So my very own costume-slash-uniform arrive sometime last week and it was only 2 days ago that I even bothered to have it reproduced into several copies so I at least have several to wear. I must say, finding out that Peach Twill is held in high esteem by hospital people all over (in our city, at least) is a bit comforting. But hauling around meters of fabric while searching for appropriate-looking buttons during noon the day after heavy raining is not cool. Literally and figuratively.

Anyway, I never expected my set to fit me perfectly, but something must be said for the fly whose zipper won't even close halfway! I know I gained some weight, but I didn't get that fat. So I grabbed a ruler, measured the waistline, and discovered that several inches were not in attendance. Seriously.

What does one say to your dentist? Not that instant when you walk in the clinic and settle down on that divine chair. What do you say when you have your mouth open with some nasty-sounding thingamajig whizzing away? Now, I think yes or no questions might be managed by other gestures like wiggling eyebrows or grunts. But how about those questions needing specific answers? How do you answer "When was the last time you had your teeth cleaned?" Or "What is you grandmother's maiden name?" I guess understanding open-mouthed patients are one of the weapons in a dentist's arsenal. Add that to making excellent small talk and that amazing mist-making thingy and minutes of nerve-tingling scrutiny and hammering might just fly by.

Just when I think I'm rid of something, it comes to me in vivid terms. In my dreams at least. That was the most appealing sleep I've had in ever. And I've had lots of them, forbye. I didn't even mind playing Sleeping Beauty for a while there.

And seriously, I for one am tired of opening my email to a flood of "wanted rommie" ads. But knowing that I still am a sore topic in certain circles, though. Makes me feel very effective still. Cruel? No, just honest. :D