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Assalamualaikum all!

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Loving the sky! Totally my kind of weather!

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Got bored waiting for photoshop and squeezed some Crabtree & Evelyn handcream that my cousin bought for me from Boston. It smells a lil bit like hairdresser salon kinda smell…but I… Lovvit! Haha… Not to mention the texture!!

What’s your kinda weather?

Pavlova love.

Assalamualaikum all….:)

Weeeeeekksss ago, my cousins who have been craving for this pavlova that this lady, who frequently bakes em and posts on instagram, ordered em. Hahaha… They went craayyyzzzaaayyy… I’m telling you… It was so good and soo sinful…. Not to mention, a week ago, we ordered her salted caramel cupcake. Just one bite and they went ‘ummm….ahhh….’ and turns into a proffesional yaya papaya food connoisseur…

I know… Sometimes you just want me to shuddup and let the pictures do the talking right…pfft…

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The grand opening of the cake box. Everyone just went… ‘ahhhhh’ *literally*

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Pardon the Schweppes… We just had sushi so… Gotta get the gas out. Heh

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Bracing themselves for the first bite. Look at their face expression…. I took a candid shot of them and can’t stop laughing… That’s how bad they wanted it…

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Meet Spartacus… Her cute and super adorable and fat and berbulu (bushy) cat… Waaarrrggghh!!!

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So, yes, you don’t simply leave without taking a shot with Sparts….
Hmm… Spartacus… Sparta… Reminds me of Kim Jong Kook. Hahaha… SPARTA!!!!

Ok, back to the story… A week after the sinful salted caramel cuppies,
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Brace yourselves, parrtttteehhh peeooople….
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JENG! JENG! JENG!

Le grand opening…. We… (being pigs) ordered 2. So, yes basically the other looked like that but higher cause … It’s impossible to know which side the pavvy will go, unless you’re God, or perhaps a professional baker. Not Simon Baker, thanks… :b

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Sorry… I can’t help posting it…. Hahaha…

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Izzzz gone! Hahaha…. As we were finishing this, my guy cousins came… When they first ate it, it was nice but find it just sweet. Of course! Who wouldn’t!? They ate it without strawberries… Hahahah….

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So, we, kind people gave, them… Another set… Of course we help ourselves too.

Aaaannddd, we have a pregger cousin, who bakes when she craves.

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She was craving for Pavlova and not like us who order when we crave, she bakes! Pfft… I would do that if I have an oven at home. Microwave oven don’t even make the cut.

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My nephies and nieces did the decorating…. How cute!!! Gahhh!!! Somebody shoot me now… The pavlova is actually easy and quite cheap to make… It’s the technique that is not easy… But! Fret not … One day…

I’ll do this!

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Successfully 😉

Thank you, stranger

Assalamualaikum all! 🙂

In arabic, salam means peace. When you see or a person says ‘Assalamualaikum’, which means, Peace be upon you. It means, that the person, who approaches you or says that comes with the intention of not hurting anyone, emotionally or physically. ^^v Don’t you just love this way of greeting? Hahaha…

Anywhoooooo, been wanting to update this space but got busy with school work anddd…running man… Hahaha…

Anyways, after the last two posts, which I mentioned about…sleeping in train, a few days later, while I was in train….something happened.

Me….I tend to sleep in train. It’s not that I want to. It’s just… it’s like, there’s this spell on me which makes me fall asleep approx 10mins after I got a seat or enter the train. When I sleep, I always say a little prayer.. and go “Dear God, please wake me up at *so and so train station* and please let me sleep nicely. Not swinging to the right and left. It’s ok if I don’t sleep like a princess” … Simple lil’ prayer… But, I think that day I was sooooooooooooooooo tired and swung here and there. Sometimes I’ll wake up after”swinging”, get into position, and sleep again.

This particular day, the train stops a few station before my stop and everybody had to vacate that train. This kind lady that sat behind me tapped me up. I woke up and with droopy eyes and clueless look. She hand signal me that we had to vacate the train.

While we were standing outside, she went,” Can I say something to you?” So, I said yes, of course. She went, “You should be careful when sleeping cause you actually move around. What happens if the one that sits beside you is a guy. It’s not nice.” Feeling grateful and embarrassed, I went,” Thanks… Did I accidentally lean on you?” (note: I said this pretending I wasn’t aware, when I was la!! I just didn’t know what else to say. She went, “err… (this kind woman was a lil hesitant on telling me but she did anyway) yes, abit (seee…. sooo kind, I know I swing a lot la!) But since you’re a female, I don’t mind.” Mann…. I feel like, firstly, sleeping on that woman again once we board the train, shameless, I know. Second, hugging her and thanking her for being so honest.

This makes me think… trains should have fold-able urinal modesty board panel. It’s like those board in gents room but foldable and hideable like schools table…you know… like the ones in lecture theatre. If you sit beside your friend and are having conversations, put down the board. If you’re alone and confirm plus chop will sleep, pull the board and start making your own headbanging acapella song. Hahaha..

Just realise that that day, I was wearing jubah…

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that’s not me by the way…. took it from our bestfriend, google.

So… I was dressed so modest like that but slept like an animal….

Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I thank this woman. It’s an advice that is still etched in my mind.

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Yesterday, I fell asleep again…

WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone have any suggestion how to avoid sleeping at all or sleeping like that in train???

I’ve tried blasting upbeat song, close my eyes and follow the lyrics.

Doesn’t work. -_-“

Submission craze.

Peace be upon all! 🙂 Last Monday was submission for us. Have not been sleeping or sleeping properly… All were on their zombie mode. People coming in early to print their plans on tracing paper… Yada yada… Queueing for submission and all… Here… Lemme share with you how it went

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The crazy queue. Thank god I submitted already… The heavily pregnant lecturer checking through our list…. Most of us haven’t slept at all so we were kinda too tired that we can’t sleep anymore. Rest assure we were crapping a lot during our conversations….

We head to Clementi mall… Is it? Dunno la… Not that familiar with the west area though I’ve been schooling there for almost 3 years now… Pfft Had breakfast at Long John Silver. I had some fish with waffle fries instead of the normal one..I don’t know about you but it tasted disgusting to me. Took my friend’s normal fries instead. Haha. As we were talking, laughing, like drunk high peoples *lack of sleep alert* this girl, my friend, haha, started screaming. There was a bird! A freaking bird. I’m not scared of birds but what is the bird doing…. IN a shopping centre. IN THE BASEMENT…??!!!

We were afraid that the bird will get shocked at us and starts shitting… Hahaha…First world pains…. On the way home, my friends and I got seat. We… Are opportunist I tell you. What did we do? Sleep ah. Then? Play chess? Hahaha… Lucky thing one of my friend that alights at the same train station with me woke me up…. If not….. It’ll be a record. Oversleeping in train TWICE A DAY. How? Ahhh… Meh, I tell you.

I’m a train sleeper. I take train and sleep. I texted my friend to give me a call at a specific time so that I won’t be too deep in my sleep. Should have calculated better… Told him to call me 15 mins after I took the train. The train journey to school takes 50 mins approx. I slept anyways. Woke up when he calls. Slept back cause I had another 30mins journey. When I woke up… I was at jurong east. Somewhat 3-4 station after my school’s station. Sighh… Such a failure. Thank god for friends right? Post submission, I met my date after that.. you guys wanna know who??

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My bed