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Saturday, August 22, 2009


my maid. i went to the fridge to try some of the cake baked by her. and guess what? there she was at the table, having lunch.

"stewart, your exams over?"
"uhh no, they're coming in less than 2 months"
"ohh...congrats!"
"huh?"
"i know you...not easy to maintain your grades!"
"oh...yes...thank you" *quickly walks away with cake*

maintain these grades is the last thing i want to do.

oh, and i do remember that her previous cake had the texture of...glue. by the taste of her latest attempt, it seems as if she's using improved glue now- i can barely bite into the cake. seriously? i think it's supposed to be a sponge cake by the looks of it. and her version tastes exactly the opposite it's supposed to. sigh. at least she's trying.



in vain. :X

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