GreEtiNgs FoR aLL

my hand-made greetings, not exactly hand-made but with some help of technology.. kekeke...
hereby, i wud like to acknowledge d sites for grabbing d pix (tq yahoo & google search engine)..

to all my frends who r celebrating, warmest regards from me..

Freeze!!! Beku!!!!

*JoYeUx NoEL*

i like 12 Days Of Christmas very very much... there u go, dis is for all of u..

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree!

*MeRrY ChRiStMaS*

PessiMist Me

napping is wat i lurved most
but dreamland is not the place i want to visit
nitemares haunt me in broad daylight
troubles irritate me when nitefall
fear n anxiety envelope me all d time..

every now n then, i'm repressing myself
from getting wat i wan, wat i like..

conversing is great ; bragging is not
dat's y i detest to b in touch sometimes
no doubt, it can b lonesome
instead of listening to irksome utterances
i rather b unaccompanied..

disliking my own self is usual in my life
i can list 100s of weaknesses
strength, i possess none..

Yummy Tang Yuen

Tomorrow is Winter Solstice Festival… Tang Yuen (glutinous rice balls) is d main dessert-ya ya it’s always come to food when we talk bout festive season-
When we pop dis round thingy into our mouth, we will b 1 year older.. if u refuse to eat also u will still b 1 year older so y choose not to eat..
Finally Happy Dong Zhi to thos who r celebrating…

Terdimotivated by...

Yang Kurus tu MenGanCam,

Yang Gemuk tu MenaWan,

JanGanLah BerSeDih JiKa AnDa TiDaK MenGanCaM

VeGe SuShi

*tada* vegetarian sushi

Believe it or not, i made all these.. my mom taught me as she's a vegetarian n apparently i was craving for sushi.. it's nutritious, quite yummy n easy to b done-trust me, if i can make it nobody will fail.. ok, today i'm lecturing a cooking lesson-get a pen n paper, start jotting down d ingredients n steps.. wahehehe..

so, d ingredients are : lemon, cheese cream (quarter of d cube), bread (6 slices), seaweed (6 big pieces), cucumber, carrot n vegetarian meat -all ready cut in cylinder shape..

first of all, mix d cream wif water but make sure it didnt turn out to be too watery, a pinch of salt n sugar n squeeze some lemon into it.. next, lay a big piece of seaweed on a plate, spread d mixture of cream on it (bear in mind, handle d seaweed gently)... then, put a slice of bread (preferably gardenia or hi5) on d ready-prepared seaweed.. now, arrange d cucumber, carrot n vege meat (quatity, up to u but not more den 4 each).. finally d most challenging phase: roll up d bread containing those veges (must roll firmly but not too hard scare d cream terpercik keluar-haha)... after finish rolling, get a sharp-edged knife (must b sharp, very sharp) n CHOP d bread which is in tube form into 4..

there r all together 24 pieces-yes i know they r various in size n shape, some turn out to b in triangle due to my not-so-gentle pair of hands.. practice make perfect, as dis is only my 2nd attempt (1st attempt was not satisfactory, not presentable but it's pleasant when it's placed in d mouth) hence, it will taste terrific n appear b-e-a-utiful in my 3rd attempt.. hehehe

service with a SMILE..

it's a b-e-a-utiful day when i get up at 7.30a.m, instead of thanking god i grumble, rumble n mumble...
d reason is dat, i need to get a passport in order to attend my cousin sis-ann's wedding in Singapore... woohoooo, alwiz on cloud 9 when i tot bout it...
heading to Jabatan Imegresen in Sri Manjung at 8am sharp, ya i know it's quite early -as i'm CACAT (f.y.i unable to drive a car is similar to d disabled) so i hopped into my dad's car..

d minute we stepped into d office, there was oni 1 man waiting for his turn..
however, 1 very eye-catching banner grabbed my attention.. it sounded like dis 'KHIDMAT DENGAN SENYUMAN' alongside photographs of 2 officers wif their big smile...
sadly, d lady let me down-greeted my dad wif a tiger preying for kancil face...
d awful part was that she can't accept my passport photo.. my photo doesn't match d requirement for passport photo.. (i was wordless, upset n kinda pissed of-typical malaysians like to point their fingers, i m not exceptional, therefore 3 of us blame d photographer - to my surprise d malay lady even asked me to get refund from d shop-can u believe it??)

*sigh* double sigh
walking towards d instant photoshot section.. slowly, i wet my hand n tried my very best to move my fringe to d side (wat type of law is dis-forehead n ears must b seen in passport photo-) sehelai rambut pun tak boleh jatuh...
guess u guys can imagine how ugly d picture turn out... bulat macam bola-pardon me if dis malay proverb doesn't exist..
pity dis fat ugly duckling... *sigh*

forget bout those unhappy events...
looking forward to tonite dinner wif my form 6 frends.. excited n ready to yak till d wee hours-hehehehe..

LaDies TalK

minutes b4 dinner, as i was laying on my bed reading some nonsense
mum walked into my room..
apparently, she wanted to say sth but started of wif some craps...
all of a sudden 'gal ah, get urself a bf la'...
i was stunned n feel like pengsan-ing *sweat*
'find urself a doctor or engineer bf la'
i was like ok sth is not right.. i was quite panic at d same time frighten 'covering myself wif my comforter' ..
'no guy go after u meh?'
'dun look for handsome 1, look for d 1 who love his parents'...
'if got bf edi, he can chauffeur u around, u wont miss home dat much n u wont cry dat much'

den i utter sth so soft she barely hear it..
'wat r u saying?? gal, remove d blanket la'
so dis time i say it out loud: i dun like them la mum, all ugly n brainless, ask bro to find 1 1st
i need to shh shh la mum...
(guys, i dun realli mean it dun misjudge me-just trying to escape from discussing dis topic wif my mum)
i quuuuuuiiiicccckkkllyy run to d toilet-manage to get away after all...

know who cause all dis??
ah fong jie aka cherisse ding nguk fong drop by last nite wif her bf-wey li after a wedding dinner in ayer tawar....
my parents saw dis loving couple sitting side by side on d sofa,
therefore all d above conversation crop up...
dengzzzz, tak sangka a visit from a fren can put me in hot soup...

Me being OLD-Fashioned

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered.

'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around.

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

(quoted from my mail again)

ya ya, it's just another 'touching' mail i received some weeks back, hehe rarely check my hotmail...

after reading it, just thought of sharing d msg wif u guys..

honestlty, it means a lot n d importance of telling those we love n care dat they r significant n meant a lot to us.. i know, malaysian dun kiss in public, else u'll b sued or taken to mahkamah syariah if u were a bumiputera or articulate d 3 words easily (not including those lovey-dovey couples, speaking bout ur parents n frends here)-i dun..

i dun tell or show affection to my parents n my bro, i simply dun do dat at home, wat more in public...

especially to my bro, treated him like my biggest enemy in my life though i grew up wif him,

we quarrel, fight, n show each other 'muka tarak syok' so frequent dat i feel weird when i sit down n talk to him properly..

however i pray for him n wished him silently within me dat he will attain good result..

i ain't a good caring sis after all as today is his last paper-physics 2 (my knees grow weak when i listen to physics, chemistry, biology or add math) salute him for being brave enuff to b in science stream n hope he can b d engineer of dis tiny family ..

things may b different if i happen to b borned n breed in western country, sadly i'm a typical asian gal wif a quite conservative way of living...

Pondering....

totally agree wif yong yong when she said
"come back here, dunno wat to write-no idea"
duno wat to write, i mean ntg remarkable worth mentioning but still insist to write...
sometimes christina also can "syok sendiri"...

guess wat, i do hav sth interesting to share...
at dis moment, i'm chatting wif mah chang wei (for those who dun know him, he is a fun-loving, happy-going guy studying physchology in adelaide)..
he told me sth very peculiar...
he ate lotsa lala (a hokkien word indicating a type of seafood-english word, aku tak tau)
so, where he got d lala from??? wet market?? NO NO.. he korek-ed (digged) from d sea side n it's common for those who stayed in adelaide to do so-it's not illegal as long as d size of d lala is appopriate... he adds on, tangkap-crab (wat shud i call it in english-crabbing??) is also ordinary in adelaide..
next, ppl-i mean asian especially malaysian tend to avoid d sun, dis physcho guy lov running around wif his singlet n hot pants on d beach whereas d other hide under d pier..
i guess, dis pangkor boy did find his interest there..
*sweat*
today, i learn dat aussie r a bunch of blissful ppl as they got to consume very fresh sea food straight from d beach... so sitiawanese r not really dat fortunate after all as we need to buy it or hav it in restaurant where d price cud b sky high during festive season in other word we got "slash" explicitly..
i'm not discouraging ppl to come here for big mouth watering seafood cuisine but try to come on d right time..

it's kinda long for a 'ntg to write' entry...
neva know i can b dat long-winded..
clock shows 1.30am, it's time to go..
dreamland here i come..