the smell of cinnamon
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so wats baking in tt trusty little oven of mine? lets take a look...*follow me*
it's...
YUMMY...super duper delicious..great way to consume the huge load of sour apples in the fridge. Hehe. just a little work and they turn into warm juicy tender chunks... ready for you to sink your teeth into. Yum...
Plus..i simply have to make use of the cinnamon powder tt i bought a few days back. CINNAMON!!! i can't stop raving about it..Gosh... its perhaps why i love mcCafe's himalayan tea latte. *drools*...
Oh gosh..just read this online.."Not only does consuming cinnamon improve the body's ability to utilize blood sugar, but just smelling the wonderful odor of this sweet spice boosts brain activity! "... Take that!!! Cinammon scent enhances brain activity.. Gosh..gotta sniff more then. Bye...
photo updates...
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Hey peeps..just a few photos for the recent events... lunchie with my family in town before proceeding to watch the musical my fair lady.Sunday was fun..marked the end of the term holidays for many..but not for me!!! hehe. i've got a 4 day week!!?! tee hee.. EAT THAT!!! nehneh. *childish* Managed to squeeze in a nice gathering with my bestie Sui and catherine. Its kinda a miracle tt she turned up and i found out the reason to it being tt her bf had booked in. Bah..haha.. no wonder she can spare time for me. Haha. Went down to the new branch of blooie's roadhouse at rail mall. Nice grub, laidback atmospehere. Good for chillin' out with friends. We had a good time chatting over lunch a nice pint of hoegarden each... Thanks guys for gathering and the gifts.. *muackz*
photo taken by my bestie... (man asking for directions)well..school is going to start soon. Reallie gotta buck up this semester..can't be lazy anymore... Hmph..i'm sure i heard this coming out from me the last semester as well. Oh well... we'll just have to wait and see.
gatherings..sharing.. laughs..disappointment
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My mango marshmellow cake went down pretty well with the gurls... thank goodness i did a fruit one coz our dear Regina gurl can't eat chocolatey stuff to the dismay of her complexion. Woops.
This morning..i woke up reallie early to take a jog...thought i needed some fresh air. It was wonderful to be able to sweat it out. Think my ankle is very much ahead in its road to recovery. I ran over to his hse... it felt good knowing tt i was so close. Silly me...
then i was reminded of the song from the musical i watched ytd. "on the street where you live."
I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I Several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!
And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!
People stop and stare.
They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by,
I won't care if
I Can be here on the street where you live.
... the morning took a turn for the worst
*pardon me for my sudden outburst...and please excuse me if my thoughts come in short chains with hardly any linkage.. its the irrational mind at work*
rawr!!! why is it always about the two of you?!?! why can't both of u just look me in the eyes and see the sadness..the disappointment. Just stop talking for a second... stop the un-nerving noise! just for a moment..give me peace. Maybe its God's sign... I have to be wary... guard my vulnerable heart. I'm afraid to get it broken again. my life's a mess.
I need him so badly... I want to depend on him. I want to feel the rising urge to be with him, to feel his love and concern deep in my soul. To feel like i'm being watched over all the time. Why must lovin' be so hard when he loves me al that much. Why am I the selfish, fat, hateful bitch tt i am? Let me love you oh Lord.
for now I excuse my tired weary heart, lay my heavy head on the desk to rest. Find comfort from the pain...
baking galore...
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The aftermath of my crazy half-hour shopping spree wasn't so pretty after that. I found myself lugging approximately 7kg of goods back home. Bah... Gurls..when will they ever learn to stop. Heh.
half of my killer load
So I proceeded to use the quiet afternoon to attempt baking cookies. I chose Chocolate Chip and peanut butter surprise cookies. Perfect by me as I'm a big fan of both chocolate and peanut butter. Yums.. It wasn't long before the kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly made batter in the oven.. I cldn't wait.
TADA!!! these cookies may seem like simple chocolate chip cookies but actually there's a mini twist to it. Inside there, a surprise lays waiting to be discovered... peanut butter!!! yummy..hehe. Kor said its nice and even compared it to his favourite cookies from mrs fields. Yay...an achievement for me. (it was quite good by my church frens standards... I made mummy bring a jar to church for their tasting. Heh..church aunties are tough critiques okie. Hah)
Whats more was I planned to bake another cake. A mango marshmellow cake, from a recipe that caught my eye off this blog. Hope it turns out well...coz I reallie want something to bring to my hockey gurl frens gathering today! *cross fingers* Promise to show u more pics when its ready.
Gotta get ready to go out soon. Going to catch the matinee show for ' my fair lady' the musical later at the esplanade. not so enthusiastic about it though. My throat is killing me and my nose won't stop running...
one day i'll fly away...
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my heart is filled with a heavy downpour even as the glorified sun shines outside. A storm brews, confusion, befuddlement, a teardrop...
" For by and by the mist will lift,
and plain it all He'll make:
Through all the way, tho' dark to me,
He made not one mistake."
the anti-social one...
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oh yesh, owe u pple this as well. this is a MUST-WATCH!!! A video of a poor piggy struggling at a local market in Vietnam. Please turn up the volume for maximum effect... Hehe.
Sometimes I wonder whats wrong wit me... often i'm hit with the strong urge to steer clear of the whole world. To submerge myself in a world where only I exist... I guess its normal for pple to want time to themselves but it gets a bit creepy when u realise tt this feeling strikes you ALL THE TIME! I mean..i avoid meeting wit people. Shun appointments, dates, etc... coz I just want to be by myself. Its scary up to the point that stepping out of the house seems like a dreadful event altogether. I'm put off by this strange habit and mine. Is it becoz i'm some sort of hermit tt basically does not enjoy mingling wit pple. Perhaps I lack the social skills required to survive in this boot-licking world. But after analyzing the situation, I came to a conclusion tt that is not nearly possible and even so, is definitely not the main reason. So why then do I feel this way? Strange...
So once again, I'm home on a nice holiday-day. Bored but happy. Kinda sad life i have here but at least i'm contented. Tee hee. Settled down to watch some videos that i rented at the shop ytd. Watched 'click' over at Melvin's hse the night before. It's a a reallie good show by the way..so do catch it. then this afternoon I decided on 'shopgirl'..turned out to be a pretty dry romance show but it wasn't half tt bad. Yep... then proceeded to bake some black and white cookies. Creamed and chilled the dough for a full hour then proceeded to shaping the cookies. Wala...the end product. Stole a bite of it wit a nice cuppa white coffee. Nice way to pass the long, grey afternoon...
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Oh, this is the start of something good,
Don't you agree?
I haven't felt like this in so many moons,
You know what I mean?
And we can build through this destruction,
As we are standing on our feet.
So, since you want to be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you,
You to stick around.
I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
You have to follow through.
These reeling emotions they just keep me alive,
They keep me in tune.
Oh, look what I'm holding here in my fire,
This is for you.
Am I too obvious to preach it?
You're so hypnotic on my heart.
So, since you want to be with me,
You'll have to follow through,
With every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you,(for) you to stick around.
I'll see you everyday,
But you have to follow through.
The words you say to me are unlike anything that's ever been said.
Ahh, and what you do to me is unlike anything that ever been.
Am I to obvious to preach it?
You're so hypnotic on my heart,
So, since you want to be with me.
You have to follow through, with every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you, (for) you to stick around.
I'll see you everyday.
So, since you want to be with me, you'll have to follow through with every word you say.
And I, all I really want is you, (for)you to stick around.
I'll see you everyday, but you have to follow through.
You have to follow through.
You're gonna have to follow.
Oh, this is the start of something good.
Don't you agree?
my fav pics...
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oops..was supposed to write a sequel to the front portion of the trip review but i guess i got a bit lazy...Hehe. The later part of the trip which took us down south of hanoi to halong bay was a disaster by my standards. Travelling was a bore and basically the whole trip was more about waiting and waiting and waiting... GOD.. i swore i cld have killed myself. Curse those vietnamnese. They simply spare no thought for the comfort of their tourists... I mean given such a huge tourist base heading towards halong bay and cat ba island, at least they cld provide for more spacious transportation. Gosh..
Cat Ba island was a let down, perhaps it the off season but then again, everything that have cld have gone wrong did go tt way. Our stupid sleeper boat had an engine failure..and we had to be towed all the way back the mainland... how pathetic... Bah. Kk, lets not tok any more about this, its gonna get my blood boiling again. Bah..
Despite all this, I do have to agree tat Vietnam does have its charm and it does require a patient heart to admire its beauty. Pity I dun have one... But then again, there were fun times, inspirational times..as well as naughty times.. Heh. For now, I shall just end off with a few of fav photos. Enjoy...
mini-spring cleaning
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wiped all the shelves..which was a reallie bad thing to do as soon dust filled the whole room and i was sent off in a sneezing racket again. *achoo* argh, but nonetheless i was happie at wat i had achieved as after vacuuming the room. It felt tons cleaner than it was before. YAY!!! I'm ecstatic.
Lastly, I hanged up my two best buys from vietnam on my wall. And it turned out beautiful!!! Tin-tin acrylic posters in French!!! Love them!!!
Now my room is a beauty...my little cosy corner... finally...
oops..no time to rest..gotta pull a surprise on someone..Not telling..tee he.. Ciao!!!
holy smokes
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part I (vietnam trip)
back frm the land of the dead...
instead of feeling fresh and revived as i shld after a holiday.. i feel exhausted, dead beat, my soul worn out, urgently in need of rejuvenation. Weird i must say, but i knoe i wld have to make do wit the rest of the remaining 7 days tt i have left...
Vietnam was an interesting experience i must say but nothing spectacular. For me, the bumpy and uneven roads covered by dirt and sand made for an ardous and gruesome journey. I cursed and sweared nonchalently as we chugged down the wretched road to our every-day destinations tt somehow seemed miles apart. Stretches of highways through the mountains, a common sight even in China was non-existant in Vietnam. testimony of the common poverty amongst pple of the communist nation. As a result, the roads took us on perilious and windy paths through the highlands. Exhilaration from making frequent bends around the steep cliffs turned to a unspoken fear for one's safety. I sat on the edge of my seat throughout the rough journeys, sometimes, dozing off as exhaustion and boredom sets in. At the end of each day, I was often to tired and grouchy to admire the sights and sounds of the local towns. 
taking in the sights and sounds along the beaten track
Sapa, a small town, rather commercialised by my standards, was a nice change. We went on the mini trek through the hillside to visit the various tribes. It was interesting to experience the lives of the hill tribes. To take a trip down the slow lane, where life passed at a snail's pace and children set on the soil, playing with objects that never occured to me as 'playthings'. I was intrigued and fascinated that these people could live a satisfying life just the way it was. Children paced around bare-footed on the rough terrains, chasing and trying their best to communicate with the outsiders tt have 'invaded' their territory, in their grummy hands, they held wares, hand-woven pouches for sale. They begged, pleaded, probed passerbys to purchase their ware. But often to no avail. Their innocent eyes and pattering footsteps behind us often wavered the hearts of many. Even my father offered money to the pretty little girls in hot pursuit behind us for a distance of at least half a kilometre. well, so persistance does pay off.
At Sapa. given its high altitude, and the season of the year, nights were pretty cold and harsh. Temperatured quickly plunged as the night sets in and my family and I quickly retreated in to a warm italien restaurant furnished with a fire-place and a roaring-cracking fire. Given that it was christmas night as well, we decided to settle in for a nice family dinner together. Something different from the usual vietnamese fare that we had been having for the past few days. Dinner was great. I had the fish capers with lemon and butter. yummilicious.
Another highlight of the trip was having visit the local weekend markets. We were treated to the hustle and bustle of the market as well as the spectacular fare offered. Pigs, chickens, horses, and even puppies were brought for sale at the market. Most memorable would have to be the pigs. Blinded in their sacks, they remain silent. However, once dragged out from their bag, they evolve into monsters, thrashing about furiously in an effort to break free. As though aware of their upcoming fates; to be chopped and grilled into the delicious barbequed pork to be served at our tables. With this in mind, they struggle, snort and squeal like mad till all energy was drained then did they resign to their fate and shiver in the cold. It was indeed a sad sight but oh well..i'll put up with it in place for the tender pork on my plate ANYTIME! wahaha...
oh yesh, did i mention that dog meat is a delicacy in vietnam. Its awful seeing dogs at the market knowing tt these adorable puppies are being bred for their meat. Totally grotesque!!!
the sights and smells in the local market
poor piggies....
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