On Eagles' Wings

Since I'm on such  a long holiday now (till September yo! xD) I guess I should start working on my cooking skills more eh? :P Actually, I don't really mind cooking. I just hate the preparing part. You know, mincing and chopping and slicing and grating and cutting and peeling and marinading. Don't like doing that much. Oh, and I don't like the spurting oil either. I mentioned that the last time I was helping to make murukku  didn't I? I'm absolutely terrified of it. I squeal every time I think I got some on my hands or arm >.< (My mum's expression when that happens ------> =.=|||) And I dislike the cleaning up part too. The washing and scrubbing and rinsing and drying and and.....you get the picture. So you see? I don't have a problem with the actual cooking besides the spurting oil. I just hate the before and after . Anyway, here's another attempt at making dinner ! Dish 1 : Cabbage with carrots and garlic seaso...

The other day, I made murukku . Okay, fine. I didn't actually make them on my own. I just helped my aunt make them :) This is how murukku looks like :) Do you know what  murukku is?   It is actually an Indian traditional snack that is made out of flour, butter and spices, normally served during Deepavali (Indian Festival of Lights) but is now enjoyed by all Malaysians--Indians and nons alike--at any time in the year. :D My aunt, for example, loves them, and makes them to give to friends and colleagues. Even my Phor Phor  enjoys them ! After every bite she sneaked from our murukku jar, she'd say "Ooh, yummy yummy!" (Well, not exactly in those words--she said that it was 'nice to eat'  in Hakka --but that's what she meant anyway :P) So I went over to help my aunt make them. I helped her squeeze the dough through the mold to make the murukku  strips (I have no idea what to call them =.=) and my Phor Phor  was in charge of frying them (cos bo...

The first time I saw her, I fell head over heels in love with her. Ah, her. She was absolutely perfect. I could just close my eyes and imagine........ She had the most romantic, shining eyes. They seemed to reflect the full moon that was shining so brightly on the night that I first met her. And her body. Whoa, did she have a hot one! Those slim and slender legs--they practically took my breath away! And when she walked past me, my eyes could not help but follow the curves along the lines of her back, all the way down to her a-- Ahem. Sorry.  Oh, and she had the daintiest feet I had ever seen! They were small, and pretty, and reminded me of fairies and pixies. When she finally turned her head over her shoulder to look back at me, her eyes completely captivated me. I was mesmerized. And then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world--the smallest purr, that stopped my heart. It sounded oh-so-inviting. As if she were telling me that I actually, had a shot at this. D...

I've always adored babies. I still do. Sure, children can be a handful --they can get antsy, they can't sit still, they talk too much, they don't listen to a word you say, they bang on the keys of the piano even though you've told them not to . (Had my fair share of dealing with children in the music class I teach. Don't say I don't know. >.<) The trigger for this rambling: three kids playing "fishing" (with actual nets!)  in church the other day. I couldn't resist capturing them in a photo :P But somehow, babies just warm my heart. :) (Well, excluding the diaper-changing and spit-up cleaning.) I think they have this natural ability to make me smile whenever I see them--with their drooling chin and almost-there baby teeth, or their rubber band wrists and their chubby little cheeks. And their smile. They have such a cute smile :D I've reached the stage where , when I look at babies, I think of motherhood, and by mother...

It's Mother's Day today ! :D Yeah, I know how they always say that Mother's Day should be every day.  I agree, in the sense that you should always, or at every opportunity, show your mum how much you appreciate the woman who has raised you all these years. But Mother's Day is when you do something a little  extra special, a little out-of-the-ordinary, to remind her that we appreciate what she does, and show her a glimpse of how much she means to us :) This Mother's Day, I thought I'd do something special--something I never  do on any other occasion, or in any other circumstance (normally). I made her Apple Crumble for dessert :D Under the guise of helping my aunt to "fix her sucky internet connection" and "dye her hair with the new hair dye she bought", my brother and I headed over to my grandma's place to use my aunt's oven. (My mum totally bought it. She didn't suspect a thing! xD) Here's how you do it (sorry, I d...

Can you believe it has been 3 years since I first stepped foot in UKM as a first year undergraduate student? I can't believe it. Though it doesn't exactly feel like just yesterday, it certainly doesn't feel like three years . Going to a foreign place, a new temporary home, with no friends and far away from my family was a nerve-wrecking experience. "It's going to be exciting!" people tell me. But it comforts me none. I wonder if I'm ever going to fit in, to get used to all this newness. The first photo of Nana and I :) Then I meet my new room mate, whose first question to me is "Are you a Chinese?" It takes me completely by surprise, because I never thought I ever looked anything but  Chinese. Apparently not. I tell I  am , in fact, Chinese, last I checked. Didn't I look like one? She laughs and apologizes, explaining that that wasn't what she meant. Only that she was pleasantly surprised to be roomed with a fellow C...