i made cookies the other day. they were really good cookies too. there’s something i remember saying from that night, though, as i was mixing up the batter and talking to my friend bao [who, at the time was making curry].

‘whenever i make cookies, i have someone in mind’

it’s wierd how much i’m affected by the peoplle around me, the people i pay attention to and the people that i notice. it’s the little things that other people say that inspire me to do certain things in the end. even brushing my hair. attempting to look nice. smiling. even doing my homework.

i’m such a conformist… why do i feel so different?

it’s nice to have someone in mind, though, while making cookies. that’s the only time i actually make them, really. the one time i made them with no one in mind they came out doughy. and then when i made them with doubts in my head, they came out too burnt AND doughy at the same time. it just wasn’t the right time.

it’s weird, how the way you feel changes the way you cook. at least that’s the way for me. especially the way i feel towards the person that i have in mind. tee hee.

i don’t even like to eat cookies that much.