life, lime and lemons

if life gives you lemons, make lemonade, find someone whose life gives you vodka, and have a party

My obsession is crossing a line! June 9, 2011

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I have always been obsessed with food….but I think it’s now crossing a line…the dangerous line! I wonder if there is something seriously wrong with me craving food all the time. I have always loved food but now I am always hungry.

AND STOP RIGHT THERE! I know what you may be thinking….and I can absolutely assure it’s not THAT. **rolls eyes** Does everyone have a one-track mind when it comes to a girl saying she is craving food????

So I have been on a baking spree to satiate my cravings….there was a German Apple Cake recipe I found in the blogworld. Unfortunately I cannot remember where and it kinda got over tooooo fast for me to share a pic. However, I did take a pic of what I like to call the Mocha Banana Bread, a recipe adapted from here.

Beautiful sight isnt it?

The Boy and I couldn’t resist the temptation and dug into it as soon as it came out of the oven. Oh the joy of baking! 🙂

Slice of Heaven


Pitter-Patter September 18, 2008

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Its one of those days.
When it rains all day……not that annoying life-stands-still rain. Its the light shower that makes everything look so clean and appealing.
So yeah, its one of those days.

(the rain does things to my head. scrambles my brain cells. its probably some neurological condition. nothing affects me like rain. except…..well…..hmmmm!! )

The playlist played those songs today. You know how there are always these songs that make you go aaaaah! sigh! ummm! all at once.

A whirlwind of emotions.
Its not that the memories attached to it are grand and romantic and special.

Because you did say the sweetest things. And make up after a fight in the cutest ways. It does make me think of those nights we spent in the dark watching the rest of the world go by. At times, we’d be surrounded by silence and smoke. The other times the words couldn’t stop flowing between us.

And it makes me think of you too. Dare not feel left out, you cuties. Makes me remember all those times we tried to tackle the unsolved mysteries of life.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
Shell Silverstein