On Eagles' Wings

Este es Maria. Ella es mi mayor hermana. Ella tiene veintiseis anos. En esta foto, ella lleva su favorito camiseta negra y pantalones vaqueros azules, pero su sandalias son rojas. Ella es alta pero yo soy baja. Ella es rubia y tiene pelo largo. Tambien ella tiene los ojos marones y una boca pequena. Creo que ella es simpatica y generosa pero a veces es habladora. Realmente, ella es muy guapa. Translation: This is Maria. She is my older sister. She is twenty six years old. In this photo, she is wearing her favourite black t-shirt and blue jeans, but her sandals are red. She is tall but I am short. She is blonde and has long hair. She also has brown eyes and a small mouth. I think that she is sweet and generous but sometimes she is a bit talkative. She is really very beautiful. My Spanish homework for the holidays. Done ! :D (And you know I didn't just copy and paste from Google Translate when you don't see any  é or  ñ in my short essay ! :D *proud*) (

Yes, I am well aware that it's been almost a month since Christmas. I'm not stuck in a time warp or something. But remember I promised that  I'd (maybe) post pictures of the Christmas gifts I made   after I'd given them all out? (Just for you guys to admire ! *smirk*) xD Well, tadaaaaaaa~ All the different colourful designs ! :) They're kinda like bookmarks/paper clips. And each of them has been hand-painted by moi . :D I had removed the metal spring from each one, painted the wood, and reattached them once they were dry. Oh, and I also applied a coat of varnish on them to give them a little shine and make them waterproof :) It was tedious work. And it was rather difficult to hold the wooden pegs while painting. I kept getting paint all over my fingers ! @.@ Which wasn't so bad, except that it simultaneously smudged the hard work I'd done in painting that bit before that ! So I'd have to repaint it T.T And I had to use tongs to

When I first got to know him in my first year of university, he struck me as a very quiet person.  I noticed him only because he was one of the four "thorns" among the roses in our class. Though we were classmates, I seldom talked to him. Looking back, I think it was mostly cos we'd rarely hear his voice in class, nor see his smile. We thought he looked positively unfriendly >.< But I think that after a few semesters, he must have warmed up to the rest of us. I remember one class picture we took where the rest of us all exclaimed in surprise cos he had actually smiled ! (Which we hadn't really had a chance to see before that) :P Sleeping in the main hall. LOL The day I began to like this guy was the day that I really looked at him during a class. Like, really  looked at him. (Can't remember which class it was >.<) (Not that I was spying on him or anything, I was just curious, you know?) (No, it's not that  kind of 'like' la .) (W

My grandmother had me hooked on them, first. Before that, I'd never even heard of pumpkin fritters. I mean, pisang goreng  (banana fritters) are common; we see and eat them all the time. But PUMPKIN fritters? Ooh, but guess what? They're absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS !! :D I kid you not ! So when I was back for the weekend, my mum happened to be cutting up a pumpkin to cook for dinner. I thought it'd be a good idea to deep fry them instead, like my grandma did. So I gave it a try :) It's so  easy to make, really ! Here's all you gotta do: 1) Prepare the Batter You don't even have to add any sugar or anything. Nothing at all ! Just flour and water. Mix till you get a kinda runny mixture, but slightly thick. 2) Prepare the Pumpkin Don't they look a bit like papaya? @.@ I LOVE PUMPKIN ! <3 Chop and cut the pumpkin up into slices. Not too thin, cos you'd want to bite into the fritter and actually feel

I'd spent the whole day having classes and group discussions for assignments at the Faculty of Education today. We were at the gazebo, having our discussion when Sun noticed something. " Aisi ! Did these people really do that?" Both Jess and I turned around to look behind us, curious. What is it what is it?? And we saw it: Can you see it? Terrible, isn't it? How can someone just stuff a plastic bag of rubbish in between the branches of the shrub? And it is also likely that it was done by a Faculty of Education student, too. Call yourself a future teacher????? Don't you have a conscience? Ugh. I'm disgusted !!! After I snapped a picture of the plastic bag which had a polystyrene container and a straw sticking out of it, I couldn't just walk away, could I? I felt bad leaving it there. So I took it out from between the branches, squirming at the sight of the half-bitten hole at the bottom of the plastic bag. (It

This + This equals to PURE GENIUS !!!! You've gotta  watch it ! :D

My residential college, Tun Hussein Onn, feeds off the fear of its students. It practically runs  on fear. Why do I say that? Well. I just got back to my college after a long, exhausting day out buying the stuff and materials we'd need for our Entrepreneurship course (we're selling ice-blended drinks, but that's another story :P), and I was absolutely looking forward to coming back to my homely little room with a missing window pane and sitting down to my sweet tong sui  dessert after a nice, em, cold, bath. But. I saw two girls, standing outside the door of one of my floor mates, and I almost froze in terror. Oh, my God. They're here .  Oh no. What do I do?? I rushed into my room and locked the door. Okay, maybe I should pretend I'm not here. Shit, but they saw me come in. Or maybe I can hide myself in the bathroom? Have my bath immediately? Yes, I'll do that. They'll have no choice but to leave once I'm in the bathroom,

The multitude  of comments and likes on my recent relationship status change on FB gave me a tingly feeling inside. I can't explain it. But it feels nice, doesn't it? :D Though it may seem that I have accomplished so much, or "passed the test of patience" some say, deep down I know that this is only the beginning. Love is hard, people. Really. Don't get me wrong. Love is a lot of things: Love is sweet. Love can leave you smiling like an idiot for the rest of the day for no apparent reason. Love can have you giggling on the phone every few minutes. Love certainly makes you happy. :) But love is also a lot of other things: Love makes you wanna do crazy things for someone else. Love makes you sacrifice things that you never thought you would. Love is compromise. Love is accepting the other for who that person is, warts and all. Love is learning to appreciate all that the other person is to you, and who you are, when you're with him. Love

It's official. It's official ! It's OFFICIAL !!! I hope we will go far :D p.s: Thank you, Mum and Dad :)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. By W H Auden ................................................................................................... Losing someone important to you is an experience that is universal.  I say universal because it transcends all races, nations

Hola !  Que tal?  Me llamo Melosa Mendes. Y tu? Como te llamas? Tengo veintidos  años. Soy de Seremban, y soy Malasia. Soy de estudiante de el idio ma In gles. Translation: Hello ! How are you? My name is Melosa Mendes. And you? What is your name? I am twenty two years old. I am from Seremban, and I'm Malaysian. I study English. haha I'm not sure if that's right. Self-composed, y'all. Not copied from any text book. Impressive? :D Not really. We've learned much more than this in just three  classes. Darn. My head feels about to explode ! I hate grammar ! >.< And we've already learned to count to a hundred in Spanish. And even ask for a person's telephone number (Cual es tu numero telefono?). You know, just in case we meet a hot Spanish guy . But I doubt I'd be able to catch his number -- they speak so fast !!! @.@ And I hate grammar ! (Oh, did I say that already?) But no matter what, I'm still  loving Spanish classes.