Is to be a woman, marry a man, have some kids and bake a batch of nice, homemade sausage buns.
And when your little kid tells you, “hhmmmmm…mommy, sausage buns nice! I ate three!'”, you know that the best thing is to be a pro-crap-blogger who earns an income doing nothing but cook, blog, take photo, blog, eat, take photo, blog and stay at home without needing to go out to the big bad world to carry balls.
But when some of your commentators get annoying with their comments and think I am blogging to please them, this is what I feel like doing to their heads:
Punch the head till turn into pulp. Go read my Me page before making any further comments about me writing and promoting paid posts. You don’t pay me, the advertisers do. No money, no talk.
BTW, the nice-nice bread flour I got from Cooking Island is soooo nice. Filled with loads of vegetables like tomatoes, spinach, onion, and dunno what else. You can ask Erina of Cooking Island about it. They ship around Malaysia. Idiot proof wan, I gerenti.