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.

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.

Ta-daaa!!!

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.

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.

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!