Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Not all scars show...

Not all scars show,not all wounds heal.Sometimes you just can't see the pain someone feels..

I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.I'm not afraid my life will end,just afraid it never began.I think dreams are more powerful than facts and imagination stronger than knowledge.I tend to forget that happiness does not come as a result of getting something we don't have but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.I think a life lived for others is a life worthwhile. Love life and life will love you back,love people,they might or might not love you back but at least I've tried.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

This must be what Heaven smells like...

I used to bake cinnamon buns once upon a time ago. A long long time ago. Could not remember where I got the recipe but the buns were alright, not soft enough for me to taste heaven but it was acceptable. I stopped making them since it required quite a lot of work, actually it was more time consuming than work but I just stopped making them because it wasn't worth my time.

What actually made me browse for the world's-softest-fluffiest cinnamon rolls was because my colleague had never tasted one before. I had saved a few recipes from blogs but never really gotten around to make them. I was a little skeptical as I have had a few bad experiences when it comes to following recipes from blogs.

As a woman of my word (ehem) I decided to stop procrastinating and get down to baking me some cinnamon rolls. The woman who made my dream come true, Joy the Baker.

Her recipe for cinnamon buns was heavenly. What actually caught my eye to this particular blog was the step-by-step pictures on how to make these babies. Let me tell you a secret, pictures and images definitely are a must to capture attention.

You can find the recipe for the I swear, softest and fluffiest cinnamon rolls here.

Cute little seashell looking rolls ready to be BAKED!
As the rolls were baking, the smell that wafted through my apartment was heavenly. I know I am overusing the word heavenly(please forgive me God) but it truly is!

The smell of yeasty bread and cinnamon. Match made in heaven.
Rising and turning a beautiful brown in the oven.


Heavenly, I tell you, they taste heavenly!

Ok, it is already 12.30 in the morning now. I am making another batch in the morning as it is sooooo good.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

In need of a wider circle of (no not life) friends...

Well, it's not like it just struck me but at this very moment, I realised that my circle of friends is very limited. If I do not hang out with Pip, I am basically stuck at home. I  need to go out more. At my age, staying home without socialising in a way, is not an option.

I was suppose to spend the whole day with Pip, but he went out with his friends. Made me pretty pissed. It was at this moment when I realised, I have no one to turn to for company. Pretty pathetic huh. I think so too.

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with staying at home but going out, meeting people, making new friends, has always been one of the ways that keep me happy. One of the reasons I entered PR actually, I thought I would be meeting lots and lots of people.

Starting a new job soon. I need to lose weight (don't we all, girls). I need to socialise more.

I always thought I will be the kind of person that would be making new friends every minute. But at the rate I am going, I will end up with no friends and maybe 50 cats and dogs.

Ok, there's this questions that has been hanging around my head for a few days now, is it acceptable to be good friends with the opposite sex?

Well, here's my problem, it's not that I can't mix well with girls, it's just that I am more open with guys. It comes as a surprise to me since I grew up in an all girl's school and no brothers yet I feel more comfortable around guys.

Therefore, I am throwing a question out there. Is weird/strange to have more male friends compared to female? Is it possible to maintain a platonic relationship between the opposite sex?

Or maybe I feel that men are not as judgmental as women? We can tell them stuff and they'll probably forget about it the next day. Maybe I am unable to mix well with girls, well probably it's because I am not really into girly stuff? I am not afraid to admit that I am more on the "tom-boy" side. I love outdoor activity, I REALLY WANT to play futsal, and I just can't seem to converse comfortably with girls. I mean, WHAT do girls talk about? Hair? Make up? Boys? (I know I am stereotyping but I really have no idea what girls talk among themselves!)

Sister is looking over my shoulder. Peeping sister. Tsk tsk tsk. There's no privacy in this place. Not that I am complaining much.

Gonna call it a night soon.

Here's a "selfie".

You have to go with the flow~

Me at age 23, year 2014, in the month of February.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Hello world!

Wow, I never thought I would one day write on this blog again. Seems sureal.

Somehow knowing what I have gone through during my last post, I have definitely grown quite a bit.

From a small town girl, to a college girl to an office lady. From never being out of the country (not even Singapore), to traveling to Australia and Phuket, by the way, I still have not been to Singapore.

I think I may have mentioned this before but working has really broaden my perception of well, almost everything. I use to boast to Pip, I am an old soul, trapped in the body of a young woman. Is it a good thing or bad, well, there are its' ups and downs.

I know this post does not really make any sense because my thoughts are everywhere. There's no flow to this piece. Give me some time, am trying to get those words flowing once again. It has been a very long time since I have written.

So please bear with me, as I ramble from food, to people, to God-knows-what.

Starting a new job soon. Hotel line. Hopefully, this would be something that I can get use to.

My language  and grammar has definitely gone downhill. Mostly I blame it from the lack of reading, and writing. I use to read like 100 a month, ok, maybe I am exaggerating but you get what I mean. Like I've said, my perception has changed. Things that I used to love doing, such as reading and watching anime, now is the last thing on my mind. Not to mention the new things that are pretty crazy right such as playing DoTA. Crazy I know. Don't even know why I started playing... oh wait, Pip.

Before I end this erratic, nonsensical post, below is a picture of me and my sisters, in AUSTRALIA!

Yes, I finally set foot (or feet) outside of Malaysia!

Cheers mate!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Tough Love.

As his words stabbed at her heart, she thought she could count on him, show him her true feelings yet she was wrong. "Tough, I've always considered myself to be tough." The definition of tough to her does not mean the same thing anymore. She knew she was strong but emotionally?

People say that crying and showing that you've had enough are not signs of weakness but she begs to differ.

"I thought I could open up but look where it led me."

Naive. Another word that she used to take lightly now churns up anger in her. She once thought and believed the good in everyone but no more, she said to herself.

"No more shall I see the good in people as I am so tired of being taken advantage of."

"I give up...

I am so tired of being the nice guy, so tired of giving and giving until I feel that there's nothing left of me."

What little faith she has of humanity is crumbling. She is slowly losing faith in everything. Gone were the days when trust, dignity and respect were still the pillars of humanity. It has now been replaced with selfishness,pride and self glorification.

She has tried so hard to stand on her own principles but she is losing grasp on what she believes in. She feels she is fighting a losing battle all by herself. Darkness creeps up, slowly but surely devouring every inch of her light.

If you can't bet em, join em.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Remember Remember the 5th of May.

If I said I had lost the will to write, well, what better way to start by voicing out the injustice and dissatisfaction of my country's general election.

The 5th of May will be the very day that every Malaysian recalls the injustice and unfairness of the so called government. The voices of the people have  been BLATANTLY ignored.

I have never seen so much disappointment among Malaysians but on the other hand, I have never seen Malaysians so united against one common enemy. As one of the idiom in Malaysia goes, no matter how high the squirrel jumps, it will fall down one day.

Yes, we shall mourn over the loss of democracy but we will stand up and fight back. Stronger. It is not the government that makes a country, it is the people, the citizens, and we have the right to determine our own future.

Remember remember the 5th of May, 
Of disappearing votes and schemes in play,
Malaysians mourn on this very day,
To see injustice but we're here to stay.

The government should be afraid, be very afraid. A new generation is rising.

Friday, February 1, 2013

In my head.

One question. What the hell am I thinking?