One of my many passion in life is to bake. I enjoy baking very much. You can give me a recipe and I can whip it out for you.

When I was young, I used to follow the cooking show on tv religiously. Everytime when the raya season come I would be glue to the tv during the afternoon. Chef Wan, Florence Tan, they were the main star of those cooking show back then. They were my favourite. There was another chef that I like but I can't recall her name. I remember she has a mole on her face, and her cakes and cookies are always full of colours.

I learn a lot from watching this show. All the baking techniques and terms. What are the do's and don't of baking, etc. It does help when it comes to doing it your own. At least you wont feel blur when going through the recipe.

Back then we don't have a cake mixer, and I would use a fork to whip up the meringue. I later found out that a plastic spoon can whip the meringue better. Hehe. I will just improvise to get the baking done. Eventually we did get a cake mixer.

Sometimes I get adventurous and create my own recipes. As to date, I have make sponge cake, butter cake, marble cake, chocolate cake, pandan layer cake, banana cake, fruits cakes, and countless types of cookie. I haven't try baking a cheese cake yet because I don't have the proper baking mould for it. One of these day I'm so going to get the mould and ask stalker to give me a cheese cake recipe. Stalker's mom can bake really well, fyi. Once, stalker bring some of her mom home make cheese cake ( I think is the crumble cheese cake?) to class, and OH MY! Super delicious!

I really miss baking. I haven't bake since I graduate from university. And it has been already 5 years. Sigh.

Today I felt like Meredith. I want to sit in the bath tub and drown myself. Just letting go. Silently. Submerging. And stop. There are no McDreamy to pull me out of the water. No Christina to confide in. No Izzy to carry on. And no Georgie to care for me.

Life was empty. Nothing meaningfull. Nothing to look forward to. None to cherish on. I have had enough. I have heard enough. I have seen enough. And I have feel enough. When the times come it just doesn't matter. Because you would not be here anymore.

The road was clear. I was driving at 80km/h. A truck at the junction in front a few meters away was waiting to turn. I was moving closer not slowing down. And the truck turn. With its meters long container. I was still moving. I was angry that he turn. I wanted to pass by first. But he turn even though he knew I wasnt slowing down. And I kept driving. I wanted to rammed into its container. Stuck below it. Dragged upon. Windscreen shattered. Trapt inbetween.