I've always watched my mum bake her famous cookies and cakes since when I was a little kid and I remember I used to help out a lot but I've never developed a passion for it like how my mum did mostly because I don't really have a sweet tooth. Well, someone once said that I've never really done anything for him including baking and doing all the girly gf stuff so I decided to bake for our special occasion.

Remember what happened to my ankle from the previous post about the worst karaoke ever? Just the next day I had to go out and get the stuff to bake and honestly it wasn't fun limping around in the city when everyone kept pushing you around. Anyhow, it took me a couple of hours to do put everything together myself. Because it was a surprise, I had to multi task when suddenly he wanted to have dinner together. I kept running in and out of the bathroom and kitchen to do rotations between my hair, make up and decorating the cupcakes. I was so drained at the end of the night that I barely had the mood to even do anything but I was glad I did it... at least I tried :)

They tasted pretty good... not perfect but hey, it was my first time! The person who was supposed to appreciate them didn't bother and just left them on the table for days... my cupcakes were abandoned... just like the person who made them :) They are now sitting inside my trash can. When I threw them out I told myself, this would be the last time that I'd do something like this.

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