1st Starbucks of 2011

My love for coffee(ok, more to Starbucks) is NO SECRET.
I think I did some people a lot of good by introducing aWESome drinks from Starbucks XD
To be honest, Starbucks helped me a lot in destressing(is that even a word?) during exam periods
And no, unlike other people who couldn't sleep after coffee, I'm the exact opposite
I sleep well~ after a coffee break ^^V

So, I tweeted bout my cravings for Starbucks' GTL and VSL and LizLynn asked whether it's nice.
And I actually told her 'I love anything that comes from Starbucks' *bias alert!*
Next, Vikram asked me to recommend something from Starbucks and I did.
The fact that he loves my recommendation earns me a plus point XD
Lastly, Yvonne had her FIRST Starbucks's Iced Signature Hot Chocolate with me
which I also recommended to her
She LOVES it!
HA! Just admit that I'm THAT good to be a Starbucks ambassador LOL! *self-praise*

from top to bottom: Caramel Macchiato, Green Tea Latte, Iced Signature Hot Chocolate

note: GTL = Green Tea Latte / VSL = Vanilla Soy Latte

2011 Resolution

1) Give more than taking
2) Good Gradess
3) Write more(blogging/writing fiction)
4) Be a better person
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2010 haven't been good to me and I'm pretty sure I haven't been good in 2010 as well
So, I hope 2011, things will be better. Lessen the sorrow and drama. Increase the joy and fantasies.
May everyone have a good year ahead! ^^

Black Parade

I would like to dedicate this post to my schoolmate, Bridget Maureen.

She's a passerby during my schooling days. We exchange smiles occasionally in school but rarely talk or maybe even never.
But when I received the shocking news today, I was saddened by it.
When I attended her funeral with few of my friends, listening stories that her aunt share, I felt the pain.
It was then when I realized, it's not easy fighting for your life, you can only pray and thank God for another tomorrow.
The memories shared will always be remembered.
I'm glad she went through her favourite days (20th birthday and Christmas) with a smile.
Even though it's hard, but she made it through.
It's one of the most unexpected moment when God choose to bring you to His side.
I can only conclude that it's probably for the best.
I pray you'll rest in peace and reincarnate into a better person with a better life ahead.
I shamelessly say, I may not know you well in person but you'll be a friend whom I remember every now and then.

Amusing Eavesdropping Session

I was on the ferry this evening and I heard an amusing conversation between an Indian boy(approximately 6/7years old) with a Chinese auntie.
Please note that the conversation is in Hokkien.

Indian Boy: The toilet is full! T_T
Chinese Auntie: Then go to the other one, there's two right?
Indian Boy: It's the girl's toilet!
Chinese Auntie *laughs* really?
Indian Boy: Yes! I cannot go in. Do you think this is your house toilet? *in a joking manner*
Chinese Auntie: So, what's your surname?
Indian Boy: It's Huang
Chinese Auntie: *shocked* Huang?
Indian Boy: Yes. Huang as in yellow (he actually meant his surname is actually written like the chinese character 'yellow')
Chinese Auntie: Oh... So, what about your father? What is his surname?
Indian Boy: Huang la~
Chinese Auntie: Your father?
Indian Boy: Yes. Huang (emphasizing it as if the auntie sounded ridiculous)
Chinese Auntie: Oh...

So I walked off after that because I didn't want to get cramped in a sea of people when you want to get down through the escalator. So, based on the conversation, I can only assume that this Indian Boy is either adopted or he learnt Chinese since young. But based on his fluent Hokkien, I can only conclude that he's adopted (according to my perception).

I want to share this conversation is because I find it amusing that this child knows no boundaries in friendship/relationship. He didn't think he is much different from his father(who is a Chinese) when this auntie finds it shocking that this boy shares the same surname as his father, who thinks that the father of this boy is an Indian like him. I believe that children are easily nurtured when young to learn things and they learn things from observation and conversations. Parents play an essential role in their growth. This Indian boy may not know these cultural and skin colour differences because to him, we are Malaysian, One! But to an adult, we separate these differences and make it into a BIG issue! I find it rather childish for adults acting the way they are and ironically supporting the One Malaysia propaganda. I think it's time we look back onto these children and learn from them instead of arguing of matters like a CHILD.

Merry Christmas ^^V

Christmas Eve dinner at Sakae Sushi with Ailing & Jophy ^^


Us at S&J




Us in Starbucks ^^ doing a remake of ClaraC's nails ^^ ME LOVE~

Merry Christmas Everyone~ ^^V Ho Ho Ho~

Last Christmas

Will you be there when the first snow fall? Will you be there when I’m awake? Will you be there when we crude? Will you... still be there when I push you away?

The fact that I was too dependable on you, made me the girl I am today.

The girl who cried over little things hoping you’ll realized what you’d done. The girl who fuss over little things just to have reassurance. The girl who sulk over little things that you didn’t do. But I still thank you for the memories you left.

Last Christmas, I was sitting patiently at the dining table, waiting for you to come home for dinner. It was Christmas Eve! A tradition we had every Christmas. But as time slowly passes by, the tight grip on my heart gets tighter. I was worries and crushed at the same time. When you walked in, I rushed to the door, you smiled. “It’s cold” you shivered. I wondered if you notice how upset I was. But I guess not when you walked across me, threw the briefcase on the sofa and moved towards the dining table. Sat down and had your dinner like it was meant to be. Just like any other dinner in any other day. I sat opposite him, trying to keep my cool and asked “was it that busy in the office?”, he just nodded as he started stuffing his face. I forced a smile and said “Merry Christmas!” He ignored me as if he hadn’t heard a word I said. I place my fork and knife down and stormed off. Slamming the door as I walked into our room. You didn’t bother to check out what made me mad or apologize. Instead, you finished up your dinner and watched television after.

It’s the little things that I still cherished; it’s the things you find it meant to be. It’s the little hope I hold on to, is the hope you took for granted.

This Christmas, I am sitting patiently at the dining table as he serves my favourite cream spaghetti with bacon and poured a glass of our favourite 1990 red wine. I look dreamingly into his eyes, a slight pinch in my heart hoping he was you. He walk over to my side, held up my chin, meeting my eyes and said, “Merry Christmas, love” and kissed my forehead. Knowing I think of you occasionally when I space out but he hugged me tightly assuring me that he’s there for me, he’ll love me unconditionally. Just the way I like it. As the song sang, Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, But the very next day, you gave it away, This year to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special”

He’s the guy who I am sure will be the special someone. I still cry over little things, fuss over them and sulk over it but he’ll always put up with all that and turn that frown into a smile. “Merry Christmas to you too, love” I smiled.
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It's no good, but still... MERRY CHRISTMAS! ^^

Christmas Effort... S.U.C.C.E.S.S

Brownies Goodies~ ^_^


SoulMate cookies~