sweet nothings

Back in primary school, i had such a aweet tooth that i'll end up having at the very least one kind of sweet confectionary during recess.I love chocolates, but my ultimate weakness would be cakes.. yum.. just thinking about it makes me want to dash of to Secret recipe.. in my previous scholl, there was like a good pile of cooking books, and i was a sucker for picture books so i really enjoy thumbing through them. Baking is the most zen activity ever, and i actually had a daydream of setting up a bakery which made cakes exactly how the purchaser want them to be like.. even if they want zany toppings like anchovies.. or slimy, green lime jelly, haha. I think moulding pulut kuning and rendang together into a round cake shape would be interesting. So far,I THINK the best that i could make is carrot cake. My dad used to put on his annoying sceptical face everytime i serve something i made myself, but the day after the cake was finished, he told my mum he wanted me to bake another. I,of course,love bullying him when i can, and so urged him to get a dozen of eggs from the grocer.He hates getting out of the house when he's so comfortable in his it's-Sunday-and-i-don't-want-to do-anything mode, but he bolted to the grocer right off so i can bake the cake as soon as possible.
I think i love all these confectioneries and baked goods because of the fact that my childhood is filled with reading Enid Blyton and all sorts of picture books which illustrates and describes all these sinfully sweet goodies that really did tap my imagination. I am so glad of the fact that i had an awfully good, naughty and clumsy kind of childhood beacuse the memories are just priceless. I could still remember moulding plasticine into buns and doughnuts for my dolls' and teddy bears' tea party.. or playing 'camping' outside, climbing up the trees to pick weird kind of fruits and getting spankings for tearing my clothes to shreds.. or spending an hour locked outside for not getting home before seven o'clock in the evening.~sigh~ those were the days.. most of my childhood i thought of adulthood as cool and totally free of anything, but on the last day of standard six.. i actually felt kind of empty as i stare at the ceiling and think of the days to come.Everything's going to change, and i'm excited, but at the same time a little bit scared and sad because people are not going to stay the same way as we first met them, and this could be for the better or the worse..
i know that people say sometimes i think too much.. but at times i don't at all (false, beacause actually i'm refusing to entertain the thought) .. but i can't help it, it's just me. It's alright to realize that you're a little different, take you as you are and enjoy the fact that everyone's unique.. and that there's a special someone who'll appreciate you for being just you.. nice thought,eh?