I can seduce all the pretty girls with my cookies!

Hi everyone, (long time no blogy blog)

Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum

The reason why I haven’t blogged in so long there is a huge croquembouquesdalfkj on the top of this entry is because this is one of my life goals.

What this means is that one of my life goals has changed. Yep, unknown to some and probably many my previous life goal was to marry a pastry chef! The reason behind this was because if I was to marry a pastry chef I could enjoy tasting all of her creations that she  would make for work!!

OMG can you imagine that? My life would be perfect!! Me and my pastry chef wife. LOL

Also my pastry chef wife would teach me how to make my own pastry desserts! and we could have fun creating tasty treats together. LOL She could even teach me how to crack an egg (something I really suck at) sigh…

BUT yeah! This has all changed. It all came down to a bet that I lost against a friend, where the loser had to bake something for the winner…

Although at first I found baking tough and complicated (the whole following instructions and stuff) but after a while I actually started enjoying it! Especially the letting-0thers-taste-what-you-have-made part!

With this new found knowledge and skills, I no longer need to marry a pastry chef (well… I dunno it would still be REALLY good to marry one!) because now I can make my own deserts and with them, I can seduce all the pretty girls in the world with my cookies! (peanut butter and choc chip to be exact)

- Pastry Chef Tim

Love this.

Hey everyone,

After some inspiration (or what I’ve come to call “ideas stealing”) I’m going to write this blog entry.

Alright. Here we go. Here is my attempt to write an emo blog entry about an emotion, a feeling, the unexplainable.

Love.

Hokay. okay. alright.

I don’t think there is one way to explain or define what “love” really is, other then starting of by saying that love is something that means something completely different to one person to another. Everyone has their own story. Everyone, to one of their own.

So whats my story? What is my version of love?

For me love is something that you have to believe in. It isn’t something that can be so easily explained. Love is something that can make you feel extremely high! but at the same time, especially if you lose it, it could also make you feel like shit.

This is mostly due to the fact that:

Love is a risk. It is the part of taking chances, gambling everything you have, your trust, your feelings, your past, present and future, everything that defines you as a person.

When we fall in love with someone, we take all the things that scared little kid inside us has hidden, the things that he or she has sealed envelope, in a small box, inside a bigger box, wrapped in a chain, locked with a lock, placed in the darkest corner, covered in dirty clothes, under the bed, in our closet,  in our minds.

We take these things, that we took so long to hide and even longer to re-open, and shove it down that someone’s throat, hoping and praying that they can swallow it rather then explode, we want them to turn back to us with a funny smirk and ask for more.

And when we find that one person that takes these things with them, all of a sudden you feel incredibly lighter. A sense of euphoria surrounds the scared little kid in the dark inside, as he or she has finally found someone that they can finally play with. Analogy Queen! p-ch!

Its taking that risk. That’s how it starts…
When people say “its better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all” I think you have to keep in mind that this is talking about a love that has passed and not one that has been torn apart. Because in my opinion the worst type of love (the one that hurts the most) is a love that is one sided.
Often people seem to forget the small things about love that makes it so special.

The feeling of not knowing what the hell you are doing with someone, who in your eyes, just seems so perfect.

I’m the girl with the braces.

- lover timothy

breakdown the walls of awkard-ity and nervousness

Hi people,

To most people that know me, they would know that, I believe there is a point within a friendship where you get to know your friend’s qualities, features and personalities, just like that part of the relationship where you REALLY get to know each other. You breakdown the walls of awkard-ity and nervousness and embrace each other in the warmth of each other’s arms, a warmth which can only really be recognised as…

Friendship.

Its that crucial step where you move on from just being acquaintances to real, whole hearty friends.

And to people that know me REALLY well… I kind of expect them to know me inside out, ESPECIALLY the “people” that have known me since I was about 5 or 6.

So where am I going with all of this?

Well this all leads to a story of a friend who walks in on another friend in his room.

HAHHA I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ALL THINKING!! but don’t worry, its not going to be one of THOSE stories.

So I have this friend, who has been one of my best friends since my second year of primary school. And most of my very close friends know how much I dislike wearing pants in the comfort of my own home.

And so this friend comes over to pick me up for the movies and without my knowledge enters my room. Suddenly I notice his presence and turn to tell him that I am not wearing any pants.

He continues to stand at the door staring at me.

Again I repeat with emphasis, I am NOT wearing any pants.

He stares…

DEAN!! IM NOT WEARING ANY PANTS GET THE HELL OUT!

…

Later that day I was told that he thought I was joking to him where clearly I was not wearing any pants.

The end.

- chef timothy