Leng says I’m baking too many scones.
Of course I’m baking too many scones. I’m up to my ears in them. Even Hui Min has stopped stuffing her face with scones, and Mum keeps looking at the scones worriedly and pursing her lips.
I’m upset. I need to keep myself busy, or I’ll start thinking. When that happens, I’ll start thinking of how John hid such a big secret from me, and why he doesn’t trust me. Or if I should trust him. And that makes my head and my heart hurt at the same time.
So I’m going to bake the last batch of scones this afternoon, and pack my beach bag. Just me, the sun, the sand, and a brainless chick lit book about shoes and boys and lipstick. No thoughts, no heartache.
The kitchen smells so good. Huimin was stuffing her face with scones instead of eating lunch, hee hee. I’ve made 60 scones so far…I think I’ll make another three batches. You can’t have too many scones, you know.
John called, but I didn’t want to pick up. I don’t know what to say to him. I’m not angry any more, but hurt. How could he keep me in the dark about his job?
Well, it appears that John is still hung over from Sunday. I’m surprised he didn’t get alcohol poisoning, really. That works out anyway, because I just don’t want to talk to him yet.
I think I’m going to make scones. Lots and lots of scones.
I can’t believe how imbecilic boys can be. When will they learn that consuming vast amounts of beer is never a good way to solve their problems?
John came back from the F1 race with Boon at 2am in the morning, drunk as a skunk. I think he was singing the British national anthem, for reasons probably best known to himself. And what did I get for staying up and worrying about him until 2am?
He looked at me, giggled, and then threw up. Not at my feet. ON my feet.
Boys are idiots.
Wow, that yoga class was really something else! Ninety minutes of yoga in a room heated to 40.5°C! I think I’ve inadvertently injured muscles that I wasn’t even aware of. How does your elbow get sprained?!
Thank goodness Anna was there as well. Of course, she didn’t make things any easier for me when she was drooling copiously over the instructor. It’s a miracle I didn’t slip and concuss myself.
Actually, it’s a miracle she didn’t accidentally sprain anything. I swear she was daydreaming at more than one point. Yes, the instructor is easy on the eyes, but that yoga session was more like a torture session than anything else. Contrary to Anna’s claims, I was not drooling. That weird look in my face was merely intense pain. 
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How could he? I thought couples were supposed to share everything??? Am I wrong? Or do I not fully understand the man I’m about to marry? I’m getting a little worried, and scared. But also, losing his job was surely very painful for him. No Leng, you have to be strong, have to stand by your man.
I feel very annoyed right now. The seamstress says that she can’t do the Vera Wang design I want on such short notice. Short notice! Even my second choice can’t be done, apparently. Sigh.
Now I have to hunt for more dress designs. Maybe I should just ask that blogshop about the design I want. They may think it’s ‘short notice’ as well, but at least they specialize in custom-made designs.
And to make matters worse, my tuition student failed his English CA. Of course, this is partly due to the fact that he’s continually got his hands glued to the Playstation and he would rather stab himself than read a book, but of course, his parents are asking difficult questions. As if I’m to blame for the fact that their son can’t write a decent essay because he doesn’t read. I’m tempted to march the lot of them off to the library, honestly.
I’m feeling very pleased with myself today. I tried out a new recipe for Vermont apple pie, which went splendidly! The cinnamon and nutmeg really give it a gorgeous kick, and the shortcrust pastry turned out better than I expected. Let’s hear it for using high-quality ingredients! 
Now, how do I keep Dad and Min from eating the whole pie before John gets to try any? ;)
Squeak! I finally got my hands on the latest copy of Jamie!
(It’s a drool-worthy food magazine by Jamie Oliver.)
Although I bake so often, I never really pay much attention to how a recipe is written. It really is quite a difficult job. The different nuances, adjectives and phrasing of the various steps that make up the recipe can make a big difference to how your dish turns out!
The writers have the difficult task of making sure the language used is clear, simple and precise so that the recipe will be understood and easy-to-follow by everyone. My exploding truffles are the perfect example of poorly phrased instructions!
Stir, fold, mix, whisk, knead, stretch, chop, dice, julienne, shred, pound, toss, sauté, blanch, poach… I must say, I have picked up quite a wide culinary vocabulary without even realizing it! Goes to show how much you can learn by reading good books & magazines, as well as watching cooking shows.
Mmmn. The Banoffi Split looks scrumptious.
I think I’ll make this for John tonight. He’s been so stressed lately, but he doesn’t want to tell me why. He needs some sugar-induced endorphins to cheer him up.
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I can’t wait for the Bali shoot! Our photos are going to be so unbelievably gorgeous! I can’t wait to show all my aunties and cousins. Who needs to take cheesy photos at Sentosa with the giant Merlion when you have Bali?
I’m so lucky to have a fiance like John who doesn’t mind taking care of all the costs so I can have my dream wedding. I can’t imagine what my wedding would be like if John didn’t have such a stable and lucrative job – he really takes such good care of me.
I know I haven’t been very frugal when it comes to the wedding, but I can’t help it. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long. Even when I was six years old and I went to Auntie Min’s wedding, I knew that I wanted a huge, magical wedding when I grew up. And now that it’s finally my turn, I want it to be something I can hold on to. Something I can remember for
the rest of my life.
I’ll make it up to John after the wedding; I’ll be frugal. I’ll even stay away from shoe sales!
I just want the wedding to be perfect, that’s all. And thanks to my darling John, it’s going to be a dream come true.
