tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52258830449751440772024-02-20T18:12:54.492-08:00Dear DiaryDon't let small minds convince you that your dreams are too bigAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-2549729959296663272015-01-01T00:45:00.002-08:002015-01-01T00:45:50.094-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
It's the first day of 2015, and I'm suffocating. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-91406786583852597222013-06-27T08:28:00.000-07:002013-06-27T08:56:12.299-07:00Where to, from here<div style="text-align: center;">
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I used to dread waking up in the morning, and I am very positive many people can attest to that. </div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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(oh how I enjoy freedom!)</div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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To every one who has touched my life, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. </div>
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To my parents and brother who stood by me without questioning me of my silly decisions and demands. </div>
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To my uncles, aunts, and cousins who have sustained me throughout this ordeal, </div>
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To lecturers who are like parents, successful in inculcating learning in me,</div>
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To the staffs in FUHA who gave their unconditional assistance, </div>
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To class 2013 (BELACANs) who were there for everything in between, the crazy and stressful times included,</div>
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To friends and juniors who have brighten up my life and helped me through, </div>
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Without you, I would fall short of success and achievement in something I desire or hoped for.</div>
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I have now arrived at the juncture of my life where I need to decide where to go from here. </div>
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What ever that may befall me, I will never forget the good deeds that you have done for me. </div>
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<i><span style="color: #ea9999;">- venturing on options for work :-/ and finally, back to bloggie world! -</span></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-91090449866584106082013-05-30T10:24:00.002-07:002013-05-30T10:24:37.452-07:00In pieces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's easier said than done. </div>
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I can't do it, Barney, not now, not at this moment. </div>
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At this moment, let me be sad.</div>
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Let me hear the breaking bones in my body, </div>
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Let me feel the ruptures of the veins,</div>
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Let me endure the slit on my skin, </div>
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Let me watch the blood drip endlessly. </div>
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I'm an idiot for not taking this offer,</div>
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I'm sorry I had to discard this blessing from You,</div>
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I care too much for Papa,</div>
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I had to let this slip away.</div>
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Sometimes I wish Papa is 40 instead of 60,</div>
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Sometimes I wish I have more siblings before me,</div>
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Sometimes I wish I'm selfish and self-centred,</div>
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Sometimes I wish I didn't have to care.</div>
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I hope and pray this is for the best,</div>
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I can't make him work till he's old and frail. </div>
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I just can't. </div>
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This is the reality of my life, </div>
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No matter how unfortunate the circumstances are,</div>
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I'll stead fast,</div>
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and strive for a better tomorrow. </div>
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<i><span style="color: #e06666;">- in pieces -</span></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-79558111504055884192012-11-14T01:49:00.000-08:002012-11-14T02:01:16.084-08:00Dutch Meatballs and Tart Tomato<div style="text-align: center;">
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It's good to be home and certainly great after coming home to a wonderful fun surprise by my <a href="http://www.walchowdesign.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Aunt</a>! </div>
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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. </div>
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Thankfully she wrote me the methods at the back of the mixture. </div>
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My very own Dutch Meatballs. </div>
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To be honest, I failed terribly but my parents seemed to appreciate it. ;-) </div>
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I enjoy making fancy meals from time to time and hence my next fun recipe is inspired by <a href="http://www.curlygirlkitchen.com/2011/12/savory-tomato-tart-with-feta-and-basil.html" target="_blank">Curly Girl Kitchen</a>. </div>
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I'm happy with the outcome of <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta;"><i><b>Savoury Baked Tart Tomato with Feta and Basil </b></i></span></span></div>
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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.</div>
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I invited a "Guinea Pig" over for breakfast and he was being very sweet when he brought me these beautiful flowers. </div>
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After handing it over to me he said, "it'll die soon"</div>
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I said, "Oh then you'll have to bring me fresh flowers every time then" </div>
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<i><span style="color: #e06666;">-enjoying her holiday-</span></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-23351516181167788582012-10-24T09:39:00.001-07:002012-10-24T09:46:05.046-07:00fragile heart<br />
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I better type this before it gets adulterated with other thoughts and emotions. </div>
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Moments ago, I felt as if, walls were crumbling upon me and nature was laughing at me.</div>
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My heart was throbbing so fast, it felt like bursting out of my chest.</div>
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I can never imagine how fragile I can be when I'm put in situation like this.</div>
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It all happened, when the poor waiter forgot to put in my order. </div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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They ate happily and I waited miserably. </div>
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Wretchedly unhappy with the circumstances I'm in, ten more words is all that is needed to break me. </div>
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Ten more words tears would just stream. TEN WORDS! </div>
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TEN! *facepalm*</div>
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Silly me for feeling this way. I know. I just can't help it. :( </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-80968378307597175652012-07-15T08:21:00.005-07:002012-07-15T08:32:07.704-07:00Artistic side of mine... :)<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Been employing my mind, energy and attention over the official and formal program called '<b><i>At</i></b><i><b>tachment</b></i>' (<i>aka internship</i>) 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.</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Handmade this 'Thank You' card. :)
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">xoxo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">Miss V</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">- had fun tuning to the artistic side-</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-28148752813499536412012-07-09T06:33:00.000-07:002012-07-09T06:33:19.342-07:00short film "Apricot"<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">WOW. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some sort of Minced Chicken with Tomato???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">very unusual....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some kind of Strawberry Dessert ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">xoxo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Miss V</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">-do not wish to rate herself-</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-63404720975459011702012-06-21T09:10:00.001-07:002012-06-21T09:15:24.627-07:00Papa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I’m now at a crossroad of life where my thoughts and feelings, collectively,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> 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.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(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></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I get many people pushing me into finding a guy lately, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">as if it appears to be easy like picking a preference from a food menu or something,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">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?? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I had to laugh about their pleasantly humorous gestures and submissions on how to entice a guy from afar,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">As I ponder upon how ingeniously witty they sound, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">it secretly immersed me into a deep thought about the potential ‘him’ and </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">no matter how much my mental activity intertwines, it always falls down to one man in my life and that man is Papa. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Seems exceptionally odd as I’ve never consider about it before but now that I have, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">it began to bring a whole new sense of feeling to appreciate Papa even more. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I know the possibility of my desire is surreal and it’s no longer a habitual custom, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">but I would really appreciate it if 'he' could drop by and say hi to Papa when 'he's' bringing me out</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">or even ask Papa’s permission to bring his precious daughter out</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">because I'm sure if 'he' respects and treats Papa good, 'he’ll' also be good to me. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Papa has always been a hard and diligent worker who concentrates in taking care for his family</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> by putting us at the top of his priorities,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> and because of that he has to suffer an ordeal at work </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">just to make sure Mama, brother and I had the best in life. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I need 'him' to understand that Papa has been an important person and influence in my life. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>xoxo</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>-Miss V-</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>wants Papa to be happy like that forever</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-82480049853542351032012-06-08T05:49:00.002-07:002012-06-08T05:51:11.216-07:00Bread<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ever since I was young, Papa and Mama had never failed to provide the fundamental regular needs for our breakfast, which is the bread. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember being neurotic one day when there weren't any one of those on the table for us to eat, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and I also remember Mama's theory on why brother is tall; it's because he eats the bread every day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Try to explain me. lol</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Back then when I was younger, the ubiquitous Indian bread man would ride his motorcycle and shrill the air horn 'pon!....pon!....pon!'. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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)". :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that I'm living alone, buying bread on my own seems costly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ouch. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Reception Dinner</i> with Representatives from Nottingham Law School, NTU.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhbC-lPz2W706G_7tNwq4qkMxRmAlH3fH7qqoQJBLwdnu3Kbc1GAuP70cxXltnwqAz1YR2NgXK4S9602-LA0k5tH0EKGOIsyUBuDq-tB-7qbSLxCQ2O1aL3aT38kXGStK3D_la_BK_2w/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhbC-lPz2W706G_7tNwq4qkMxRmAlH3fH7qqoQJBLwdnu3Kbc1GAuP70cxXltnwqAz1YR2NgXK4S9602-LA0k5tH0EKGOIsyUBuDq-tB-7qbSLxCQ2O1aL3aT38kXGStK3D_la_BK_2w/s400/a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With Mr Ryan Murray, Head of LLB Programme NTU, who is also in fact a skilled drummer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8bPpUUULV0_Zdbl8Rsm7BKck5Lu4nrarbL87t5C5IjfVHJSaxy_LFGG7OouoeEWhyphenhyphenuOKPdNC8e0gudZ0nI33YCnSNa0nF0frri6vTFgK7DxAGa8upJjZiGTqZGV1JT22Fx9LamZ-nFg/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8bPpUUULV0_Zdbl8Rsm7BKck5Lu4nrarbL87t5C5IjfVHJSaxy_LFGG7OouoeEWhyphenhyphenuOKPdNC8e0gudZ0nI33YCnSNa0nF0frri6vTFgK7DxAGa8upJjZiGTqZGV1JT22Fx9LamZ-nFg/s400/c.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> A bunch of committed and professional sub-organizing committee together with Tun Zaki, our Adjunct Professor and former Chief Justice of Malaya.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGNeHJys93W1ml9u6WowXwbUlE9Nj89TSTwaDAdeKSBUAs5UaPXpln-CIehm4lRx9_7V5u7tCm0LAaSL9GP-_ThOaPZeKoJMoER0ar9j8GLCYAeGMRx8t0_1-gQf-H7H4rhLERAX66Bw/s1600/ll.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGNeHJys93W1ml9u6WowXwbUlE9Nj89TSTwaDAdeKSBUAs5UaPXpln-CIehm4lRx9_7V5u7tCm0LAaSL9GP-_ThOaPZeKoJMoER0ar9j8GLCYAeGMRx8t0_1-gQf-H7H4rhLERAX66Bw/s640/ll.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">xoxo</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">-Miss V-</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">had a wonderful time at the end of the day</span></i></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeee ha! </div><div style="text-align: center;">See you next month, you beautiful-breathtaking beach!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>xoxo</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Miss V</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>-thrilled-</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-3320633354888089242012-05-16T08:06:00.004-07:002012-05-28T17:50:27.095-07:00Grandma aka "Ahma"<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Goh Hwee Lan, my grandmother ("<i>Ahma</i>"), passed away last Sunday (13th May 2012), at the age of 85. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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 <i>Ahma</i> had passed on. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While booking, tears were streaming down my cheek uncontrollably as it was then I realised that I've lost <i>Ahma</i> forever.<br />
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 <i>Ahma</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd like to take a moment to write about my beloved <i>Ahma.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ahma </i>was extremely independent, strong-willed and an intelligent woman.<i> </i>She never complained about the problems or pain she has and is known as the woman of few words.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I always look forward into Sundays as it's the day where I could visit and talk to her with my broken Hokkien.<br />
I know it's hard to communicate when my Hokkien is so broken, (<span style="font-size: x-small;">luckily i got little help from cousins and aunt to translate most of the words for me</span>) but it managed to make <i>Ahma</i> laugh and never once did she criticize my Hokkien. :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The last conversation I had with her was, "<i>Ahma</i>, this is my boyfriend! Handsome or not?"(<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>while showing her my Dublin photos</i></span>). I regret not telling her that it was a joke and I hope she knows it by now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The most memorable conversation happened when I proudly informed her<br />
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,<br />
"<i>Lu Tak Eh Ki boh</i>?" which literally means, "<i>You can finish studying or not?</i>". </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, relatives around me was laughing at that time and my aunt was saying that out of many of <i>Ahma</i>'s grandchildren who have made it into university, I was the only one who has the sneer comment from her.<br />
lol. should i consider myself lucky? <br />
I have about one year into graduation to prove myself but sadly, <i>Ahma </i>couldn't hold much longer to witness it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.<br />
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.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will miss her, and I already do, but I am thankful to know a woman like her. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She's the best <i>Ahma</i> anyone could have asked for and I hope she's living in peace. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sundays will never be the same again without her. Rest in peace <i>Ahma</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss V</div><div style="text-align: center;">-misses Ahma-</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-64485101591335986512012-05-04T12:41:00.000-07:002012-05-04T12:41:59.439-07:00Next Handmade Card<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, the state of gloominess has found its passage out from my heart. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Farewell bitter and welcome happy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mojo came running back again with a rapid speed through my veins, </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Miss V-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-biological system has gone haywire-</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-59114733531978438542012-03-31T11:56:00.002-07:002012-03-31T12:01:32.170-07:00Pretty Little Liars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes people, I'm a fan of Pretty Little Liars! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It appears to me that I'll write whenever I'm having a test soon (<strike><i>like in few hours</i></strike>).<br />
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. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The liquid in my body is gradually becoming dry from this exhaustion, i wanna go home! :-(<br />
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<i><span style="color: #ea9999;">xoxo</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #ea9999;">Miss V</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #ea9999;">-Happy April Fool's Day-</span></i><br />
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A must watch performance by Nicole Scherzinger. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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?? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Who knew she could exert quality in the utmost and most extreme singing performance I've ever seen or hear from her. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a jaw-dropping experience, literally.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #ea9999;">Miss V</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #ea9999;">-amazed-</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-79947028693367043912012-03-18T00:20:00.000-07:002012-03-18T00:20:33.596-07:00Retro Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's to Retro Night! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For this entry, let the visual representation be equivalent to my inscription. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In 5....................</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4.......................3.......................</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2......................1 ! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">xoxo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">Miss V</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">-good job organizers a.k.a classmates-</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-53983639441007654422012-03-16T12:06:00.003-07:002012-03-16T19:07:54.828-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">I laid my trust in the Lord with all my heart.<br />
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.<br />
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First is pertaining to academic where I managed to be competent enough to qualify myself under the Dean's List Award. ^_^</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.<br />
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Winners of this competition will represent Malaysia next month to compete in the <b>Louis M.Brown & Forrest S. Mosten "</b><i><b>International Client Consultation Competition 2012"</b></i> hosted by the Law Society of Ireland in Dublin. ^_^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0vmGsH4sWX2zrlKV9NYSbxsOW00O0yYNkTISz8y6w7yjEcdVTL7m_i1ODDPfG_nAyh7weEdPKntCLmyVvU51SeSQ8syzCXgAOIS_PlRRaJySLr9Yhq1jHgNUOxZHqm6hCpJwP_wEwq8/s1600/420851_410845598930686_100000157477336_1817235_1736791260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0vmGsH4sWX2zrlKV9NYSbxsOW00O0yYNkTISz8y6w7yjEcdVTL7m_i1ODDPfG_nAyh7weEdPKntCLmyVvU51SeSQ8syzCXgAOIS_PlRRaJySLr9Yhq1jHgNUOxZHqm6hCpJwP_wEwq8/s320/420851_410845598930686_100000157477336_1817235_1736791260_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't wait to go Ireland! </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Third, just transpired few hours ago where I was awarded as the Faculty's Best Student :-) </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the Lord, He has been so good to me! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Oh and also flowers that cheered me up!<br />
Thank you, you kind hearted people who voluntarily hand it to me without expecting any form of consideration back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Trust in the Lord always.<br />
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xoxo<br />
Miss V<br />
-had a wonderful time tonight-</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-52349255612413774972012-03-06T07:46:00.002-08:002012-03-06T07:51:16.579-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Scene 1 : <i>At the Giant Hypermarket</i></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Male Cashier : Are you a chinese?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me : Yes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Male Cashier : I thought you're Japanese. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Me : No. (with a delightful feeling inside)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Male Cashier : Usually Chinese girls are thin right?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me : -gave a death stare at him-</div><div style="text-align: center;">Female Cashier : Are you trying to say she's fat?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Male Cashier : No I'm not, she's just fleshy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me : -gave a light sabre stare wishing he's dead already-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><b>Scene 2 : <i>On The Same Day</i></b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. (<span style="font-size: x-small;">or maybe admiring my beauty, hehehe</span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me : Why are you staring at me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cab driver : Are you a Japanese?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me : Oh God, No! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, so my day didn't go bad after all. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">xoxo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Miss V</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">-sayonara!-</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-29809331316557929872012-02-29T22:49:00.003-08:002012-02-29T23:04:17.613-08:00Enchanted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQc9z8OQi1ct4H2SchuUEedjbgcS28X5eZxL0Zw826psWabII0ne2HX3mfIPud04g0EmfFxkmoZ5aRTG0QLzpWMeCv5NIY5BlugLXi2e4iXhbD0Pa_ZHT9dl18K_IJ8ebsTF62jyzY5ko/s1600/tumblr_lwx7nefXJs1qi1kpxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQc9z8OQi1ct4H2SchuUEedjbgcS28X5eZxL0Zw826psWabII0ne2HX3mfIPud04g0EmfFxkmoZ5aRTG0QLzpWMeCv5NIY5BlugLXi2e4iXhbD0Pa_ZHT9dl18K_IJ8ebsTF62jyzY5ko/s320/tumblr_lwx7nefXJs1qi1kpxo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, the above statement is in some sort of way true, well at least for me it is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This note came by surprise from a dear friend who came knocking at my door a week ago.</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm grateful for her kind words and the felicity I'm having because of her warm conduct. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, it's true when they say <b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"People will never forget how you made them feel" </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Accordingly, let's make good use of it by knocking into someone's heart. (<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>in a nice way of course</i></span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">xoxo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">-Miss V-</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">enchanted</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm feeling a little hyped about starting a new semester this time around. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Little things like chatting with a few people in great detail about life somehow makes me smile. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Talking to them makes me ponder and reflect upon life, and i think i'm doing okay myself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">no. wait. im not okay. like i said before, talking abt my feelings does not come naturally in me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but anyway, life is not permanent, so don't cling on ur problems. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">that's how i deal with it. i ignore them and switch it off. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">pretty easy? :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39oqW-Kh3Y59E04_j_ndth541pwWcfSWIsFQ0Q9HEkzZ7PYMoLa568kUUZQwlhZTjM-q-DYP9VttuFVdPbEMMqoc9H0gjoRTANXio-vD32Uwoj7FmWHDijMuk8jdtMK7HbNpMRhaNXBU/s1600/tumblr_lxs3fuC4ve1qjiq7io1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39oqW-Kh3Y59E04_j_ndth541pwWcfSWIsFQ0Q9HEkzZ7PYMoLa568kUUZQwlhZTjM-q-DYP9VttuFVdPbEMMqoc9H0gjoRTANXio-vD32Uwoj7FmWHDijMuk8jdtMK7HbNpMRhaNXBU/s1600/tumblr_lxs3fuC4ve1qjiq7io1_250.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrcYrJnqwRba57sJLdRoiyHbzV-4FvFq3GByjN6SZoHxR1ZJYRdcjv6qwklAtoaiHDoLR2TCZNqPFJXnQ6wuFORov0AfN0FqVVgfTdJJqHjAGOhhLeRY3hy6Q7N3bhfO4YGI6UaNY2oU/s1600/tumblr_lvwoiwafGQ1qzffago1_r1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrcYrJnqwRba57sJLdRoiyHbzV-4FvFq3GByjN6SZoHxR1ZJYRdcjv6qwklAtoaiHDoLR2TCZNqPFJXnQ6wuFORov0AfN0FqVVgfTdJJqHjAGOhhLeRY3hy6Q7N3bhfO4YGI6UaNY2oU/s320/tumblr_lvwoiwafGQ1qzffago1_r1_250.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss V</div><div style="text-align: center;">-yearning for peace-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-19200230505887116962012-02-14T00:38:00.000-08:002012-02-14T00:38:16.368-08:00some korean song i like<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's so touching to hear this song! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss V</div><div style="text-align: center;">-I'm lovin' it-</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-3080060340203359942012-02-04T07:52:00.000-08:002012-02-04T07:52:51.640-08:00Chuck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chuck, one of my all time favorite TV series. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Did this video to show my love and support for Chuck! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss V</div><div style="text-align: center;">-loves Chuck and Sarah-</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-19524839968623911252012-01-26T13:11:00.000-08:002012-01-27T03:48:47.918-08:00My First Handmade Card<div style="text-align: center;">Drum Roll please.............</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Introducing, my 1st ever handmade card!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;">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. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">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? </div><div style="text-align: center;">^_^ I don't know anymore but I'm proud of myself! (pat on the shoulder)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yes of course, this card is inspired by <a href="http://walchowdesign.blogspot.com/2012/01/ps-challenge.html">Lai-Yoke</a>!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for the generous amount of stamping materials you gave me! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss V</div><div style="text-align: center;">-handmade with love-</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225883044975144077.post-20656967077194749932012-01-13T09:07:00.000-08:002012-01-13T09:11:25.241-08:00Surprised<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What a wonderful surprise from my <a href="http://walchowdesign.blogspot.com/">Aunt Lai-Yoke</a> ! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been yearning to create my very own cards but I just don't have the right materials and means to do it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She left a box for me during a visit and when i opened it, I was so shocked to see so many amazing and cool stuffs for card-makings. Lucky me, it's like she read my mind!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everything is so pretty and I can't wait to start on my new card project! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Below are her handmade creative cards on which she generously gave to my brother. (<strike>envy me</strike>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can view the rest of it on her <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/walchow">flickr</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOPqvYcTGaXhlL7IpLD6nz222Hi7ww_zc1SHdaXG16g1bC4PigjqMHm3SGJlqjnVeJaHRcgxh18dqF6H50Pf-PyVTF8nv8covRIAr5a6oMnB_ww10BGAxjHxtvyKP0tFKpEwsFoSiEt0/s1600/1cards+gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOPqvYcTGaXhlL7IpLD6nz222Hi7ww_zc1SHdaXG16g1bC4PigjqMHm3SGJlqjnVeJaHRcgxh18dqF6H50Pf-PyVTF8nv8covRIAr5a6oMnB_ww10BGAxjHxtvyKP0tFKpEwsFoSiEt0/s320/1cards+gift.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dutch Cookies from her! Yummy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1a5zSzXRa0FVeUHLBfk4Zlqglrl49s_jVZObxMEViZ49Ks3nOhakfamCuUO4UGOiHImjkO997UyGvOJZ7Ng6nwpsdYa30oVgdunB7KHGLzGCjmb2PdBTVzP3QR90vsV0JN03VKSk5VtA/s1600/1stroopwafel+gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1a5zSzXRa0FVeUHLBfk4Zlqglrl49s_jVZObxMEViZ49Ks3nOhakfamCuUO4UGOiHImjkO997UyGvOJZ7Ng6nwpsdYa30oVgdunB7KHGLzGCjmb2PdBTVzP3QR90vsV0JN03VKSk5VtA/s320/1stroopwafel+gift.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Dank u wel!</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">xoxo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">Miss V</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;">-surprised-</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522707535409780636noreply@blogger.com1