Bakin’ cakes.

I make cakes. Lots and lots of them. Mostly because people order them. 

Whenever i make cake, i always make extra batter and take cupcakes for my friends. 

I make also randomly bake cakes for birthdays, sad days, and random happy moments, just to make my friends happy. 

All i ever hear is ‘but you’ve never gotten any for me!’

So i decided i’ll only make cake or cupcakes for my friends when i really really feel like it. And when i do, i’ll label each and every one of them.

I sound like a mean vindictive person. I hate it.

 

Tommorrow is a friends birthday. I’m not making him cake. 

 

Wow. How awkward.

I’m only just getting used to the fact that random people talk to random people on twitter and it isnt supposed to be stalker-y.

Anyway, so i was having this anti drug conversation with a 19year old who is a complete douche and was saying things like my anti drug friends are ‘dorks’ (who still calls people dorks? :S) and i was telling him how my high friend almost got into an accident and he should stop too and then to that, he says out of nowhere:

‘lv it.. nyc dp u got :)’

Which can be translated to ‘i love it, you have a nice display picture’ (Translated for all the people who are appalled at the lack of grammar, have sensitive sensibilities or fail to understand this k3wl lingo).

How random can people get.

P.S hahaha i replied to that with an ‘um thankyou‘ to which he replied ‘ua olwazz welkum :)’

Translation: You’re always welcome (insert gay smile).

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.”

Too relevant not to be posted 😮

― Gustave Flaubert

Too relevant no…

Grateful.

Lifes good.

I mean completely ignoring the little things, like the fact that i’m horribly sick and couldn’t sleep last night because i couldn’t stop coughing and the fact that my friends made me cry yesterday (and i wasn’t even pms-ing or anything :O) and little things like how accounting is the worst thing EVER (metaphorically) and the fact that i think twitter-me is SO boring and so on.

Or the fact that i need to write shorter sentences 0.0

But, life’s good.

I know it’ll sound overdone when i say that we should be grateful for the little things in life, like for example not being sick and coughing all the time, having friends who cheer you up after they make you cry, how i’m not failing accounting (mini cheer), how hot people follow me on twitter (big, hearty cheer and mini breakdancing), how i’m capable of writing things that people find amusing (hopeful face), but yeah, even if its overdone, i just cant help saying that!

i have moments where i say fml, or life sucks, everyone does.. (Sadly, lifesucks used to be my password to everything when i was a rowdy, rebellious teenager). But the sooner you realize how lucky you are to be alive, the sooner you reach that feeling of contentment that everyone seems to be looking for. Sure, life seems bleak sometimes, you lose all hope because probably,

a. Significant person in your life is being a complete douche

b. Feelings of inadequacy or insecurity surround everything you do

c. You don’t think you’re going to get anywhere in life

d. You don’t get things you really want

and lotssss of other things, but as they say (very wisely), ‘This too shall pass’.

I have no way of knowing whether it will, but hey, after things are really bad, they can only get better right?

Be grateful for the fact that you’re alive. Be happy because you have friends, even though it may seem like noone cares. Be happy because you can get up early and see the sunrise. Be happy that you can hear a baby laughing (which is a very happy feeling even though i dont really like kids), be happy that you have someone to turn to (you know you do) and be happy that you can eat cake 😀

or google yummy cake pictures and look at them for a while. Yummmmmmmmmmmmm.

Just, be happy ❤

P.s And dont do drugs. NOTHING makes doing drugs okay. Drugs are STUPID.