SECRET LOVE NEST '22

Overthinking

How to stay humble? Just remember that there are always someone out there who is better than you in certain things. Also, its alright that you can't do all things well...just remember to do what you love to do in the right way.

I cannot make cream puffs. Apparently, its not my forte. And I will admit, during our baking class, I was frustrated that I cannot seem to get the choux pastry right. Choux pastry is the shell of the cream puffs...I couldn't do it right. While my pasty cream, the filling of the cream puff, tends to be sweeter than the recipe suggests. Don't ask me how it ended up being sweeter than what my classmates do...I also have no idea since I think I followed the recipe and the instruction on how to do it.

Yeah, I cannot produce good cream puffs, thats alright. I will try again on the later date but for this week, I am done with that thing. I am so done with it that if Qing brings home cream puffs in the coming days, I might shove them in his ass in annoyance.

(Note: remind Baba not to bring home cream puffs to you)

Great. You have my gratitude if you will remind him of that.

Anyways, what would I chunter about in this entry? Shall we talk about the upcoming promotions of my latest project? No? Yeah, thats boring stuffs. Its all about interviews and press conferences anyways. Boring stuffs.

Shall we talk about the wedding prep? Nah? Yeah, we just finished tackling the flowers and really...I know we all have enough of wedding preps for now.

Shall we talk about the case that Uncle and Pau filed? A big NO. We shouldn't. Its an ungoing case in the court and I wouldn't want to touch that with a ten foot pole while wearing a full medieval armor suit.

What should we talk about then?

Qing: Do you want a large party for your big 3-0?

Me: Fuck you!

Qing: (frowning) What? What did I say?

Me: No! I don't want to think that I am turning thirty year.

Qing: But you are turning thirty. And I, for one, likes it.

Me: Sure. Then you turn thirty. Go on.

Qing: (grinning) That will be next year. A blessed year indeed. We will be already married. I'll be a sophomore in college. Probably with new cars. I already love next year.

Me: (sighing) Oh, to be young like you.

(You are only six months older than Baba! Why sound like you are in your twilight years already?)

Let me be. You guys should let me be. Your Baba won't, and I can only handle one nosy person at a time.

Qing: Love, is your vanity kicking and you don't want to be thirty?

Me: What? No...its just...a milestone. I think. Being thirty is a milestone.

Qing: It IS a milestone. Your third decade here on Earth.

Me: Yeah. And I think I did pretty well in my twenties. What do you think?

Qing: (smiling) You did splendid in your twenties.

Me: Yeah. So...

Qing: (frowning) What? You wanna stay in your twenties forever?

Me: (wincing) No. Its not that.

Qing: Tell me whats up then.

Me: (sighing) I dunno if I can explain it in a way that it will make sense.

Qing: Thats alright. I am used to it already.

Me: (scowling) What do you mean by that? You are used to what...me rambling about everything and anything nonsensically?