I think…

I think I’m going to go make myself some fluffy pancakes.

This final year thesis is depressing me.

I can’t wait to graduate.

Pancakes are uplifting. My butt, literally.

++ Edit ++

Yeah, I freakin did it.

I freakin fried pancakes at the struck of midnight.

For all I know, I’m a wife material because I bloody cook your supper. Provided that I get to eat too.

Anyway, I’ve learnt a lesson. Don’t buy cheap electrical appliances. Cause the plastic flicker will snap on you when you want to whip eggwhites for fluffy pancakes.

Rotten Chinese plastic. Don’t ask about the stains, I can’t remember the last time I used that thing.

So I stole SariPartyGirl’