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-