The One Where My Tummy Gwumbled Thwee Times

WARNING : this is one of those posts where Esther rambles on and on about God knows what but whatever it is, you will never know cos she uses all these weird metaphors and words she makes up so it sounds even more undecipherable by everyone and sometimes even by herself when she re-reads her posts.

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Today was a good day. Despite how i hardly opened my mouth, despite how i went through the day with no caffeine and despite how tensed i was that the cheerleaders might have to cheer naked.

It feels like that time when my Mom told me that the bakery that makes the most wonderful muffins in the whole wide world that i love has stopped doing so. I was flabbergasted. What was i to have with my morning white milk tea? Or those nights when i'm on wake-up call duty? What if the other muffins from the other bakeries can't even come close to matching the muffins from that bakery?

So i mourned awhile. Shed a tear or two.

Then, i was ready to give the other pastries a chance. Even if they weren't from the muffin family, it's okay - i'll still give 'em a fair shot. Then just when i'd given up my last sliver of hope - one day Mom brought home two bags of them wonderful muffins in all their blueberry jam-swirled and chocolate walnut-topped glory. All that preparation to replace those muffins went to waste - but nevertheless, i was drowned in happiness of gargantuan portions.

Yea, feels exactly like that time - just a million times better.

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Chins up, boobs out - it's showtime.