It's the first day of 2015, and I'm suffocating.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
I used to dread waking up in the morning, and I am very positive many people can attest to that.
However, since I got home, Mr.Brain who coordinates and controls the center of my nervous system has found its way in conveying good impulses to me.
So much so, that presently, waking up in the morning has given me such a delightful and wonderful feeling. What more when there's a good cup of coffee which follows thereafter.
(oh how I enjoy freedom!)
In the midst of all that, constant thoughts in retrospect of the passing events of my soon to be alma mater, kept appearing so vividly in my head like a panorama.
Every single one of them meant so much to me as they have fostered my mind and transformed me into a different person than I was in freshman year.
The process of discovering myself throughout the years in UniSZA has been utmost invaluable in shaping who I am and what I want to be in life, accordingly.
To every one who has touched my life, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
To my parents and brother who stood by me without questioning me of my silly decisions and demands.
To my uncles, aunts, and cousins who have sustained me throughout this ordeal,
To lecturers who are like parents, successful in inculcating learning in me,
To the staffs in FUHA who gave their unconditional assistance,
To class 2013 (BELACANs) who were there for everything in between, the crazy and stressful times included,
To friends and juniors who have brighten up my life and helped me through,
Without you, I would fall short of success and achievement in something I desire or hoped for.
I have now arrived at the juncture of my life where I need to decide where to go from here.
What ever that may befall me, I will never forget the good deeds that you have done for me.
Much love, xoxo
- venturing on options for work :-/ and finally, back to bloggie world! -
Thursday, May 30, 2013
It's easier said than done.
I can't do it, Barney, not now, not at this moment.
At this moment, let me be sad.
Let me hear the breaking bones in my body,
Let me feel the ruptures of the veins,
Let me endure the slit on my skin,
Let me watch the blood drip endlessly.
I'm an idiot for not taking this offer,
I'm sorry I had to discard this blessing from You,
I care too much for Papa,
I had to let this slip away.
Sometimes I wish Papa is 40 instead of 60,
Sometimes I wish I have more siblings before me,
Sometimes I wish I'm selfish and self-centred,
Sometimes I wish I didn't have to care.
I hope and pray this is for the best,
I can't make him work till he's old and frail.
I just can't.
This is the reality of my life,
No matter how unfortunate the circumstances are,
I'll stead fast,
and strive for a better tomorrow.
- in pieces -
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
It's good to be home and certainly great after coming home to a wonderful fun surprise by my Aunt!
I've been missing the Dutch Meatballs and I guess I've been wearing her with my excessive talk about it and that has incited her to bring over a mixture during her visit to Malaysia.
Thankfully she wrote me the methods at the back of the mixture.
My very own Dutch Meatballs.
To be honest, I failed terribly but my parents seemed to appreciate it. ;-)
(or maybe they were pretending)
I enjoy making fancy meals from time to time and hence my next fun recipe is inspired by Curly Girl Kitchen.
I'm happy with the outcome of Savoury Baked Tart Tomato with Feta and Basil
It's best serve with poached or fried egg during breakfast, brunch or even tea time and it goes very well with a good cup of coffee or tea.
I invited a "Guinea Pig" over for breakfast and he was being very sweet when he brought me these beautiful flowers.
After handing it over to me he said, "it'll die soon"
I said, "Oh then you'll have to bring me fresh flowers every time then"
(*i'm terribly sorry if you find missing flowers from your garden*)
-enjoying her holiday-
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I better type this before it gets adulterated with other thoughts and emotions.
Moments ago, I felt as if, walls were crumbling upon me and nature was laughing at me.
My heart was throbbing so fast, it felt like bursting out of my chest.
I can never imagine how fragile I can be when I'm put in situation like this.
It all happened, when the poor waiter forgot to put in my order.
At 8pm, my stomach began an orchestra, mainly "Gong Cina" and base drums if you will, and so I decided to get myself bread before I die on my bed.
To my dismay, the kiosk was close. Disappointed I walked further and bumped into a friend who....okay, to cut the story short, i was out for dinner with a bunch of girls then.
Waiting on what seems to be like forever, the waiter finally brings in a tray of dishes and my friends were all served with the menu they ordered. Except for me.
They ate happily and I waited miserably.
Wretchedly unhappy with the circumstances I'm in, ten more words is all that is needed to break me.
Ten more words tears would just stream. TEN WORDS!
Silly me for feeling this way. I know. I just can't help it. :(
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Been employing my mind, energy and attention over the official and formal program called 'Attachment' (aka internship) which has been made compulsory, and I thank God that everything has been a wonderful and blessed experience to this point in which I can handle within the scope of my knowledge and ability.
It took me two weeks to adjust the momentum of work and I finally found the time to foster the long lost artistic side of mine.
So here's what I've been doing over the weekend:-
Sadly, I could only showcase this for two days as I had to remove them for work.
Did a cover on 'Sway' by Bic Runga. lol
Handmade this 'Thank You' card. :)
- had fun tuning to the artistic side-