Dutch Meatballs and Tart Tomato

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. 

Tada!

Thankfully she wrote me the methods at the back of the mixture.   

Voila! 

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" 

*evil laugh*

(*i'm terribly sorry if you find missing flowers from your garden*)

xoxo

Miss V

-enjoying her holiday-

fragile heart

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! 

TEN! *facepalm*

Silly me for feeling this way. I know. I just can't help it. :( 

Artistic side of mine... :)

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. :)

xoxo

Miss V

- had fun tuning to the artistic side-

short film "Apricot"

WOW. 

Love every single thing about this production. Brilliant story line, beautiful colour and cinematography, quality acting skills and everything's just so perfect about this short film. 

Of the Kitchen

I humbly present to you, Miss V's Kitchen :)

Some sort of Minced Chicken with Tomato???

very unusual....

Some way of preparing Salmon???

Some kind of Strawberry Dessert ?

xoxo

Miss V

-do not wish to rate herself-

Papa

I’m now at a crossroad of life where my thoughts and feelings, collectively,

 they bind so tightly that it induces a conscious person out from within, in the many subjects I didn't comprehend or refuses to maybe bother before but now am at the verge of studying it on a different perspective.

(Perhaps it’s the  7 torturous papers I sat last week with the countless complaints I made in choosing this field and the education system in Malaysia :/)

I get many people pushing me into finding a guy lately, 

as if it appears to be easy like picking a preference from a food menu or something,

and in addition to that they want me to be a match-maker when they outwardly made a request to find them a pair at the same time. Killing two birds in one stone they say?? 

I had to laugh about their pleasantly humorous gestures and submissions on how to entice a guy from afar,

like for instance, giving them the eye signals, dressing up looking amorously and flirtatiously sexy and the rest are in confidence because it doesn't matter. 

As I ponder upon how ingeniously witty they sound, 

it secretly immersed me into a deep thought about the potential ‘him’ and 

no matter how much my mental activity intertwines, it always falls down to one man in my life and that man is Papa. 

Seems exceptionally odd as I’ve never consider about it before but now that I have, 

it began to bring a whole new sense of feeling to appreciate Papa even more.

I know the possibility of my desire is surreal and it’s no longer a habitual custom, 

but I would really appreciate it if 'he' could drop by and say hi to Papa when 'he's' bringing me out

or even ask Papa’s permission to bring his precious daughter out

because I'm sure if 'he' respects and treats Papa good, 'he’ll' also be good to me.

Papa has always been a hard and diligent worker who concentrates in taking care for his family

 by putting us at the top of his priorities,

 and because of that he has to suffer an ordeal at work 

just to make sure Mama, brother and I had the best in life. 

I need 'him' to understand that Papa has been an important person and influence in my life. 

xoxo

-Miss V-

wants Papa to be happy like that forever

Bread

Ever since I was young, Papa and Mama had never failed to provide the fundamental regular needs for our breakfast, which is the bread. 

I remember being neurotic one day when there weren't any one of those on the table for us to eat, 

and I also remember Mama's theory on why brother is tall; it's because he eats the bread every day. 

Try to explain me. lol

Back then when I was younger, the ubiquitous Indian bread man would ride his motorcycle and shrill the air horn 'pon!....pon!....pon!'. 

It was music to any child's ear and with immediate reaction I would alert Mama and quickly haste out from the door and shout "Uncle, Uncle, Sini (here), Sini (here)". :)

He would then turn towards my direction and park where I stood. Mama would usually give me the freedom to choose the kind of bread I want for breakfast or tea-time for the following day. 

Now that I'm living alone, buying bread on my own seems costly.

I've recently discovered a brand new bread that I love but I can't buy it in short intervals any more as it'll burn a hole in my pocket. Ouch. 

xoxo

-Miss V-

misses eating bread with butter

Events

Last weekend were not at all a leisure time for us, as we were all actively engaging ourselves in organizing three major events which are of great importance for both our faculty and the university. 

Reception Dinner with Representatives from Nottingham Law School, NTU.

With Mr Ryan Murray, Head of LLB Programme NTU, who is also in fact a skilled drummer!

Pris and I

 A bunch of committed and professional sub-organizing committee together with Tun Zaki, our Adjunct Professor and former Chief Justice of Malaya.

With Su Yin the Beauty and Ida the Brainy! (and I am Nobody)

Su Yin, Sham, Me, Pris..... 

Farewell dinner :)

xoxo

-Miss V-

had a wonderful time at the end of the day

Yeee ha! 

See you next month, you beautiful-breathtaking beach!

xoxo

Miss V

-thrilled-

Grandma aka "Ahma"

Goh Hwee Lan, my grandmother ("Ahma"), passed away last Sunday (13th May 2012), at the age of 85. 

When I first learnt about her demise, I couldn't bring myself to understand the feeling of losing someone you love as I just stood blankly and casually told my friends that Ahma had passed on. 

I was heartless but my brain was convincing me that I must go home to see her as soon as possible and so I barged out of the class to book the earliest flight home. 

While booking, tears were streaming down my cheek uncontrollably as it was then I realised that  I've lost Ahma forever.
Upon returning to class shortly after, the compassionate lecturer asked whether I'm going home and after replying her with an affirmative answer, tears were rolling down instantly again as I reminisce about Ahma.

I'd like to take a moment to write about my beloved Ahma.

Ahma was extremely independent, strong-willed and an intelligent woman. She never complained about the problems or pain she has and is known as the woman of few words.

I always look forward into Sundays as it's the day where I could visit and talk to her with my broken Hokkien.
I know it's hard to communicate when my Hokkien is so broken, (luckily i got little help from cousins and aunt to translate most of the words for me) but it managed to make Ahma laugh and never once did she criticize my Hokkien. :)

The last conversation I had with her was, "Ahma, this is my boyfriend! Handsome or not?"(while showing her my Dublin photos). I regret not telling her that it was a joke and I hope she knows it by now. 

The  most memorable conversation happened when I proudly informed her
of my acceptance into Law School and I was so anxious to see her reaction like maybe a smile or an acknowledgment of job well done, but what I got instead was her skeptical but genuine reply, which was,
 "Lu Tak Eh Ki boh?" which literally means, "You can finish studying or not?". 

Yes, relatives around me was laughing at that time and my aunt was saying that out of many of Ahma's grandchildren who have made it into university, I was the only one who has the sneer comment from her.
lol. should i consider myself lucky?
I have about one year into graduation to prove myself but sadly, Ahma couldn't hold much longer to witness it. 

The lessons she taught me (through our conversations and through how she lived her life) are important lessons that have shaped me into who I am today.
Some of the things she imparted to me, and for which I am grateful to learn, are, be a strong woman and talk only when necessary.

I will miss her, and I already do, but I am thankful to know a woman like her. 

She's the best Ahma anyone could have asked for and I hope she's living in peace. 

Sundays will never be the same again without her. Rest in peace Ahma.

xoxo

Miss V

-misses Ahma-

Next Handmade Card

Finally, the state of gloominess has found its passage out from my heart. 

Farewell bitter and welcome happy. 

My mojo came running back again with a rapid speed through my veins, 

accompanied by a sole purpose which is to desperately supply the decreasing amount of oxygen that has been lacking in my system for far too long. 

I could now breathe once more and the adrenaline rush got me working into producing my next handmade card, courtesy of my aunt's sentiments. 

xoxo

- Miss V-

-biological system has gone haywire-

Pretty Little Liars

Yes people, I'm a fan of Pretty Little Liars! 

The mysterious guessing game on who this anonymous character "A" is, okay fine, if you watched the last finale of Season 2 you would have known who A is and I'm not going to spill the beans, but still...... it's not over because "A" had an accomplice who seemed to be the Mastermind of all the wicked  plans and incriminating texts purporting to threaten the girls for who-knows what reasons it may be.

It appears to me that I'll write whenever I'm having a test soon (like in few hours).
I wonder if too much emphasis on the eye, with the cruel and unjust manner to the physical and mental treatment the subject of Land Law had given me, could be the answer. 

The liquid in my body is gradually becoming dry from this exhaustion, i wanna go home! :-(


xoxo
Miss V
-Happy April Fool's Day-

Nicole Scherzinger - Phantom of the Opera

A must watch performance by Nicole Scherzinger. 

She just blew my mind away with her stimulating vocals and left me overwhelmed with astonishment. I mean, Nicole Scherzinger??? the Pussycat Dolls' lead singer?? that girl?? 

Who knew she could exert quality in the utmost and most extreme singing performance I've ever seen or hear from her.  

Like a jaw-dropping experience, literally.


xoxo
Miss V
-amazed-

Retro Night

Here's to Retro Night! 

For this entry, let the visual representation be equivalent to my inscription. 

In 5....................

4.......................3.......................

2......................1 ! 

Happy scrolling :)

xoxo

Miss V

-good job organizers a.k.a classmates-

I laid my trust in the Lord with all my heart.
Not only did He listens to my prayers but He had also answered them all by granting me with bountiful and wonderful blessings in life.

First is pertaining to academic where I managed to be competent enough to qualify myself under the Dean's List Award. ^_^

Second, was to taste the sweetest victory ever when we defeated last year's champion and emerged as winners of  the 2012 National Client Consultation which was held in USIM last week.

Winners of this competition will represent Malaysia next month to compete in the Louis M.Brown & Forrest S. Mosten "International Client Consultation Competition 2012" hosted by the Law Society of Ireland in Dublin. ^_^

Can't wait to go Ireland! 

Third, just transpired few hours ago where I was awarded as the Faculty's Best Student  :-) 

I love the Lord, He has been so good to me! 

Oh and also flowers that cheered me up!
Thank you, you kind hearted people who voluntarily hand it to me without expecting any form of consideration back. 

Trust in the Lord always.

xoxo
Miss V
-had a wonderful time tonight-

Scene 1 : At the Giant Hypermarket

Male Cashier : Are you a chinese?

Me : Yes.

Male Cashier : I thought you're Japanese. 

Me : No. (with a delightful feeling inside)

Male Cashier : Usually Chinese girls are thin right?

Me : -gave a death stare at him-

Female Cashier : Are you trying to say she's fat?

Male Cashier : No I'm not, she's just fleshy.

Me : -gave a light sabre stare wishing he's dead already-

Scene 2 : On The Same Day

I immediately felt uncomfortable with the Cab Driver as he was gazing steadily at me when the car was stationed as if he was curious over something. (or maybe admiring my beauty, hehehe)

I was not filled with sudden fear because I had my friends at the back of the seat, so without hesitance I boldly questioned him about it. 

Me : Why are you staring at me?

Cab driver : Are you a Japanese?

Me : Oh God, No! 

Okay, so my day didn't go bad after all. 

That brief and awkward communication with a stranger who has no due regard for the rights and feelings of my sensitivity, especially on the yellowish greasy substance that's forming below my skin abundantly, has at some later time stopped to exasperate me. 

xoxo

Miss V

-sayonara!-

Enchanted

Now, the above statement is in some sort of way true, well at least for me it is.

This note came by surprise from a dear friend who came knocking at my door a week ago.

Really and truly I am still enchanted by this mindful thought of her's and cannot began to express how deeply affected I was with her wonderful gift.

I'm grateful for her kind words and the felicity I'm having because of her warm conduct. 

I don't think she's aware of this but her actions, has indirectly encouraged me to do good unto others and be a better person in life.

So, it's true when they say "People will never forget how you made them feel" 

Accordingly, let's make good use of it by knocking into someone's heart. (in a nice way of course)

xoxo

-Miss V-

enchanted

I'm feeling a little hyped about starting a new semester this time around. 

It's probably due to the little events that occurred prior to the start of the new semester, in which it gives me a little sense of comfort in being here. 

Little things like chatting with a few people in great detail about life somehow makes me smile. 

I like knowing that a person would place their trust on me and goes into great length in being really honest and open about themselves.

Sometimes I salute these kinds of people for being so brave about things that hurts them the most and sometimes I'm amazed on how easy it is for them to pour and share their feelings out. 

I'm a bit puzzled as I do not have the same courage they possess because I tend to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. 

Talking to them makes me ponder and reflect upon life, and i think i'm doing okay myself. 

no. wait. im not okay. like i said before, talking abt my feelings does not come naturally in me. 

but anyway, life is not permanent, so don't cling on ur problems. :)

that's how i deal with it. i ignore them and switch it off. :)

pretty easy? :)

maybe. 

xoxo

Miss V

-yearning for peace-

some korean song i like

It's so touching to hear this song! 

xoxo

Miss V

-I'm lovin' it-

Chuck

Chuck, one of my all time favorite TV series. 

Chuck and Sarah will always have my perpetual blessings throughout the five seasons and I'm glad they're still making more exciting scenes than ever, in which it has evidently captivate me to watch it until the present time.

Did this video to show my love and support for Chuck! 

xoxo

Miss V

-loves Chuck and Sarah-

My First Handmade Card

Drum Roll please.............

Introducing, my 1st ever handmade card!

It took me about 4 days to deliberately generate this card with my own imagination which does not come instinctively through me, hence the 4 days. 

Seriously, I'm not exaggerating and it is honestly not an easy task to do in achieving a satisfactory product of my own. Nevertheless, I definitely had fun and pleasure in designing it. 

I started with having a vintage theme in mind with buttons somewhere, an old window in the middle, newspaper lines as background, a sneak of marilyn monroe, ribbon lace at the side and that geeky spectacles, but due to insufficient and undetected materials it then resulted into a semi Vintage with Valentine card? 

^_^ I don't know anymore but I'm proud of myself!  (pat on the shoulder)

Oh yes of course, this card is inspired by Lai-Yoke!

Thank you for the generous amount of stamping materials you gave me! 

xoxo

Miss V

-handmade with love-