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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

When Carol is bored

BEWARE when Carol is bored.
She turns to a Paint Brush Monster, scribbling on anything, I mean anything..
 On the things that her eyes first laid on. Buahahaha






Friday, May 27, 2011

Report from Dessert Police (Gongcha, you are under arrest!)

My cell group and myself, of course were having this 'bubble tea craze'. We are madly in love with Chatimesbubble tea (it's awesome).

So, one fine Sunday afternoon, we took the risk to gamble our RM 6.90 to investigate the newly-opened bubble tea outlet, Gongcha in SS 15. Somehow, I had to taste this Gongcha bubble tea for myself after my friends can't stop praising its' awesomeness. The colour of the Pearl Milk Tea looks good. Not too white or milky, but just a nice blend of brown.

'Cheers', we toast our drinks with glee. Pluck our courage to take our very first sip. The first sip was disastrous. Too sweet. The second sip was beyond words. The pearl is so tough that it takes me a minute to chew that tiny pearl. I think I gave my mouth a great exercise that day. 

Chatime still reigns as the best bubble tea in town! 

While, to tell you frankly, I'm craving desperately for Chatime Pearl Milk Tea (PMT) now. The aromatic, light taste of the tea complements so well with the soft and sweet-flavoured pearl. It is definitely 'a must have' during the hot weather like this. 


The moral of the story : One must try the worst to appreciate the best.

PS: To Chatime owners who might have read this, I would be very GLAD and wouldn't mind at all if you're kind enough to give me a free flow of Chatime for the whole year round.. hee hee :P

Monday, May 23, 2011

My first best friend..

Everyone has best friend like I do.. But mine holds a special space in my heart..

She bathes for me when I was 4 weeks old

She chases me with a spoonful of porridge while I was running around the house

She sheltered me when I was about to be beaten for being naughty

She follows me to kindergarden every day, afraid I was being bullied (haha I bully people)

She holds my hand as we painted the picture together, at times the wall becomes my masterpiece


She allows me destroying her favourite plants by watering too much water

She educates me about life and trials

She teaches me how to win a guy's heart through his stomach


She follows me to the toilet when I'm scared

She pleats my hair and I always shrieked in pain

She laughs at my crazy and lame jokes I made

She is a listening ear who I needed



She has always been my sun to dry away my tears and brightened my thunderstorm days
My first best friend,
Is no other than my beloved Grandma
Till today, she still reigned as the Queen of my heart besides my mum..

For all those times you stood for me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you

Just wanna say.. I'll be forever thankful Grandma. I wouldn't be what I am today without you in my life.


Grandma, I LOVE You.





Sunday, May 22, 2011

Thank you, God!

Life was a roller coaster ride for me before Easter. Practice after practice. Assignments after assignments. Challenges after challenges. But one thing I know, that God is always faithful. Faithful to walk this journey with you through tears and joy.

When you chose to serve Him obediently, to put Him first above all things, everything falls beautifully in its own place and time. He never fails to answer my prayers. Things that I do not even have the courage to ask. It is definitely not by my own might, but through His strength that I'm able to overcome it.Till today, I'm still amazed of the miracles that God is doing everyday of my life.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Every stroke has a story


It's been ages since the last time I get to hold you. Found great chemistry
I felt colours and freedom streaming out the brushes, creating wonders across the blank paper.
Brushing your delicate lashes, on the rough pastures creating shadows and textures.
A sweet escape of reality. Felt that I'm running away from reality to the world of fantasy, an expression of art.

Every stroke has a story.
The friendship we built.
The Laughter we shared.
The Challenges we conquer.
The Courage to never give up.