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Little Dandelions
Tuesday, September 6, 2011 11:24:00 PM

Last Sunday, I decided to do some baking to help relieve some stress and also, I was dying to try out this new recipe I found online.

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Anyone wants to guess what I'm baking?

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I present to you, sour cream cupcakes in eggshells. I think they tasted pretty good although they turned out denser than I had expected. I was supposed to make 15 eggs, but I only had 12 because I pour too much batter into some shells, thinking that I wanted it to overflow so that it's be nicer when I peel it all off, but it really overflowed way too much.

Today, I found a dandelion in my toilet when I came out of the bath. Well, it's not really a dandelion but I don't know what else to call it. I felt a little joy, for no apparent reason, when I picked it up. I tried blowing it and it really flew away. Pity I didn't make a wish before that.

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I can't seem to upload the rest of the photos I took of the dandelion which were very pretty but I realised that my phone's camera is quite good.

On a positive note, my parents are taking half the day off tomorrow to lunch with me, catch a movie and maybe squeeze in some shopping there. I hate that I have to bother my parents to take time off work to accompany me but I don't think I'd last another day being alone at home and letting my thoughts run rampant. Besides, everyone else seems too busy with their lives, not that I blame them.