Sunday, June 28, 2009

Tribute to a True Friend

You know how people have bestfriends? I've always wanted one (not that you could buy 'em off the rack or anything :p) I've been on the search for THE best friend ever since I can remember. I've gotten close..funny even this sort of quest can turn into another huge drama..story of my life ;) But yeah..you win some, you lose some..the best thing is though, you learn from every single moment.

A girlfriend once told me, if I had to choose between a boy and my girlfriends, I should definitely, no questions asked, resort to the gals. At that very time when she told me this, I probably would have. But thing is..some friendships just leave scars. Of hurt. Of pain. And sometimes..it's to the extent that it can't just heal no more. It sucks. But that's just life. I could put on a smile when I see you guys, act normal and all..but deep inside...I don't forget. I forgive you though, no worries.

Funny how I could be blinded by that very statement; to turn to your girlfriends and not to your boy. It cost me years of searching for THE best friend. When he's right under your very nose! (well, not literally of course.My boy's not that short.hiks) Yup. You know who you are. Err..but before I get your hopes up, this post isn't about you dear ;) It's just my way of warming up...you know me :D

No..it's about friends you never thought you could make. You never thought you could cosy up to. You least expect. I've had my share of close friends over the years. One of 'em I felt like I've known them all my life. A certain someone, it felt like we were destined to meet. And this one person, we could never have more in common. Yet it's amazing how people never fail to surprise you. And this, I mean literally.

I've never been properly 'surprised' on my Birthday before. And this 21st one, I was seriously caught off-guard. It was such a sweet and pleasant occasion - definitely one to remember! I was SO touched. Full-stop. To think that she planned it all for me. Weeks ahead too. And she's the kind of person who's always busy with this and that, but still she had time. When she could be studying. When she was prolly better off doing extra homework or sth..hehe She spent it on me. And I heart her with all my heart. *winks* She's currently in Malaysia when I'm typing this up. And I miss her. I don't usually tell people I miss them. People who know me should know better - I'm not the mushy2 lovey dovey type. At least not on a regular basis or maybe to certain people only. But I do care. I do treasure the people around me. And this one, I felt deserved a tribute.

So THANK YOU SOOO MUCH SARAH ADILAH RAMLAN, for being that friend. For being my sleeping partner and accompanying me during those weekends. For being my date for numerous events.For hearing me out.For bearing with me.For sticking to me through thick and thin. For doing all sorts of things for me and with me. And most importantly..For being here. LOVE YOU TO PIECES! *mmuahxx!!*











Desserts to Die For ;)




Yup.i know.I KNOW.You guys have been waiting for this rite? More dessert recipes! I'm currently experimenting on Chef Wan's Sweet Treats...so here's a few that I've tried and with success, Alhamdulillah ;) I may have altered some and the decorations are purely based on own creativity! So have fun with it people - get baking!

OrAnGe CrEaM ScOnEs

Ingredients
2.5 cups all-purpose flour
5 tsp baking powder
5 tbsp castor sugar
5 tbsp cold, unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 cup milk
1/4 cup cream
1 egg yolk
1 tsp orange essence
grated zest of 2 oranges
1 egg, beaten, to glaze

Method
1)
Sift together the flour and baking powder. Add sugar. cut in cold butter so that the mixture resembles coarse breadcrumbs.
2)
In a separate bowl beat milk, cream, egg yolk, orange essence and orange zest. Add sifted ingredients, working quickly to form a dough. Don't overmix. If the dough feels sticky, add a little more flour.
3) Roll the dough out on a floured surface with an 8-cm round cookie cutter.
4) Arrange the scones on a greased baking tray. Vrush with beaten egg and bake at 200C/390F for 15-18 mins until golden brown.



SwEeT CrEpeS

Ingredients
4 eggs
1 1/4 cups milk
30g butter, melted
115g all-purpose flour
1tsp vanilla essence
a pinch of salt


Method
1)
Combine all the ingredients in a food processer and blend for 30seconds. Process until smooth and strain. If the mixture's too watery, add a little additional flour.
2)
Chill the batter for 1 hr.
3)
Grease a nonstick pan with a little oil and pour in a ladleful of batter. Cook on both sides over low fire. Serve warm with desired topping.




BaNaNa ChOcOlAtE ChIp MuFfInS

Ingredients
1
/2 cup butter
1 cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 cup ripe bananas, mashed
1 tsp baking soda
2 tbsp hot water
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup chocolate chips

bananas, cut into chunks, and chocolate chips, to decorate

Method

1) Cream butter and sugar until fluffy. Add egg and bananas.
2) Mix baking soda with hot water and pour into the butter mixture.
3) Fold in flour and salt. Stir in chocolate chips.
4) Spoon the batter into greased muffin cups. Top each muffin with two chunks of banana and sprinkle with chocolate chips. Bake at 180C/360F for about 20mins.



PeAnUt BuTtEr & CHoCoLaTe ChIp PiE

Ingredients
Crust : 1 half-baked almond crust pastry
Filling :
4 eggs
1/2 cup heavy cream
3/4 cup milk
2/3 cup powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla essence
1 cup creamy peanut butter
100g chocolate chips
apricot jam to glaze

Method
1)
Prepare the almond pastry crust. Roll out to fit a 22-cm pie pan. Prick the base with a fork and bake blind, covered with foil and filled with beans, at 190C/375F for 15mins until golden. Discard foil and beans. Set aside.
2) Whisk eggs. Add cream, milk, powdered sugar, vanilla essence and peanut butter. Mix the ingredients well.
3) Scatter some chocolate chips evenly in the base of the pie crust before pouring in the peanut butter custard. Bake for 35mins at 175C/350F until the custard sets. Halfway through scatter the remaining chocolate chips over the custard. Glaze with apricot jam.

* Chef Wan says : if you like bananas, add 1/2 cup mashed bananas into the filling!



ChOcOlAtE VaLeNtInO
Ingredients

Filling :
453 g semisweet chocolate, coarsely chopped
140 g butter
5 eggs, separated

Topping :

3 cups whipping cream
2 tbsp castor sugar
1/2 tsp vanilla essence
cocoa powder for dusting

Method

1)
Melt chocolate and butter in a heatproof bowl set over a pan of simmering water (double boil). Stir until smooth and cool.
2)
Grease a 22-cm springform pan. Beat egg yolks and stir into cooled chocolate.
3)
Beat egg whites until stiff peaks form. Gently fold 1/4 of the egg whites into the chocolate mixture. fold in the remaining egg whites.
4) Pour the batter into a pan and bake for 25mins at 190C/375F. Cool.
5)
Beat together whipping cream, sugar and vanilla essence until stiff. Spoon over cake. Remove the springform sides and dust with cocoa. You can also decorate the cake with grated chocolate and strawberries.


CaPpAcCiNo ChOCoLaTe ChEeSeCaKe

Ingredients
Base :

2 cups chocolate chip cookie crumbs
1/2 cup hazelnuts, toasted and ground
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted

Filling :

750g cream cheese, softened at room temperature
1 1/2 cups castor sugar
4 eggs
1/3 cup instant coffee, made by dissolving 1 tbsp coffee in 1/3 cup hot water
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
150g couverture chocolate, chopped and melted over a pan of boiling water

Topping :
200g couverture chocolate, finely chopped
4 tbsps whipping cream
100g butter

1tbsp cocoa powder for dusting
chopped hazelnuts and coffee beans to decorate

Method


1) Mix all the base ingredients and press onto the base of a 22-cm springform pan. Set aside.
2) With an electric mixer beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth. beat in eggs one at a time.
3) Add coffee and cinnamon and continue beating until smooth.
4) Pour the filling into the prepared crust and spoon over the melted chocolate, dotting it all over. Bake at 175C/350F for 40mins. turn off the oven, leaving the door ajar, and allow the cake to cool inside for a few hrs. Cover with cling wrap and chill in the refrigerator for another few hrs.
5) Melt the chocolate, whipping cream and butter. Pour over the cake before dusting with cocoa powder. Sprinkle with chopped hazelnuts and coffee beans.
*If couverture chocolate's not available, feel free to use semisweet or bittersweet cooking chocolate!



WhItE ChOcOlAtE ChEeSeCaKe WiTh MiXeD BeRrIeS

Ingredients

Base :

2 cups Marie biscuits, crushed
1 cup almond slices, toasted
1/4 cup butter, melted

Filling :

98og cream cheese
1/2 cup castor sugar
4 whole eggs
2 egg yolks
2 tbsp custard powder
1 tsp vanilla essence
250g white chocolate, melted
2 cups mixed berries, chopped

grated white chocolate
mixed berries, to decorate

Method


1) Mix all the base ingredients and press onto the base of a 25-cm springform pan.
2) Beat together cream cheese and castor sugar. Add eggs, egg yolks, custard powder, vanilla essence and white chocolate.
3) Spread chopped mixed berries on the base of the crust and pour in the filling.
4) Bake at 170C/340F for an hr. Leave to cool in the oven for a few hrs before chilling.
5) Top the cake with grated white chocolate and arrange mixed berries as desired.

*You could play around with this recipe and use your single favourite berries - strawberries, raspberries, blueberries..anything that goes with your taste buds!




BlUeBeRrY MUfFiNs

Ingredients

2 cups all-purpose flour
1tbsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
6 tbsp butter, softened at room temperature
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 cup canned blueberries, drained
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup cream
4 tbsp almond slices

Method

1) Sift together flour, baking powder and salt.
2) In another bowl cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time. Alternately fold in blueberries, sifted ingredients, milk and cream.
3) Spoon the batter into greased muffin cups and sprinkle with almond slices.
4) Bake at 180C/360F for 25mins.



Making a comeback ;)

Man. It's been quite some time ey? Sorry peeps. Been too occupied with other stuff. True, I am now a med student, but funny how I'm actually more busy with club-based activities..how I can find time for that amazes me at times..but when you've got the passion - anything's possible ;) Not that writing's not a passion..but it is one of MANY.

Just to make things clearer though, I write because I have something to say...things which I feel matter and I would like to voice out. Even so, my blog's not my diary. Am not the type to let out everything inside me and leave it in the open...I don't think I'm capable of posting more than 1 post per day anyway..so pardon me if my blog may be dead for a period of time..I promise to update asap! All I'm asking for is your patience. It is after all, a virtue :)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

2 Decades Gone

A few days ago, I celebrated my first ever birthday away from home. I didn't know what to expect..the day seemed like any other day anyway. I guess I just feel a bit older :) As the day passed by, I was surprised by the number of Kiwis and other non-Msian friends who knew of my birthday. Then again, of course.FACEBOOK. Some of 'em were pretty eager to know how old I was, and boy were most of them shocked to learn that I was 21! They assumed I was younger than them, and they were like 18,19 or 20. (oh, there are of course a few geniuses who were as young as 16!) It was kinda cute how they made such a big fuss over it - how turning 21 (the supposed legal age) officially transforms you into an adult. I could now (according to them) enter casinos and gamble! I should throw a humongous party (which they suspect is the reason behind me not going to med wine & cheese that night, I prolly have some private posh party planned) and should claim big, xtravaganza prezzies!

Funny when I thought about it, all I had planned was cooking my mum's signature dish - mee mushroom - for my flatmates..and I was gonna spend a quiet night with them, watching American Idol on tv,etc What else do you do on a Friday night. I was gonna 'jam' a bit before that..and Sarah's gonna spend the night at our house. Just simple and nice.

Becoming 21 to some is a huge deal...that's when you try something totally out of this world, something that you'd prolly never do..like get a pierce, a tattoo or jump off a cliff. Just like sweet 16. But personally for me though, I was scared as hell to turn 21. Coz it meant more than all that combined. It meant I've actually lived, breathed for 2 whole decades. And it made me wonder...where has all those years gone? What have I accomplished? Did I let all that time go to waste? or did I optimize everything I had?

The big two.one. Also means I'm no kid anymore. I'm on the verge of adulthood. More responsibilities. About maturity. No more childishness or carelessness. Although of course, I'd never let that inner kid that exists in all of us die; there still is a place and time for everything though. In a few years I'll be a doctor insyaAllah..and a few more, prolly someone's wife and mum. :) A long way to go...but hey. It's not as long as we may think it is. I'm done with 20 years. What's another 10?

Some people are against the celebration of birthdays...some may not be, but are not brought up with such traditions in their families. So their responses may vary...some may not like it at all, whilst some feel touched and happy at being the special one for the day. All we can do is respect their stands. Never force someone to like something, and don't have high expectations for them - you might just end up getting hurt. And I know this from 1st hand experience ;) Coming back to my point...even if some people feel there is no need to celebrate one's birthday..to follow those cultures of the West (especially the wild ones) ...there is definitely that one person who deserves to be celebrated and honoured - and she's none other than Mum.

A senior told me this during my surprise party and they're the words of a Muslim brother/scholar..can't really remember the name. But the meaning is deep.

"Who are you to celebrate your birthday when it is really the person whose womb bore you who should be celebrated."

And no one can argue with the truth. So let us call our mothers on our birthdays, thanking them for bringing you out into the world. For if it were not for them (and God's will of course) we would never have existed in this life at all. Surprise THEM for a change. and Mama, I know you won't be reading this...but I want the whole world to know that I am ever grateful for being your child. And I know my 20 years of life wasn't thrown away at all...because I have you as my mother. You as my guide. You as everything anyone can ever be to me. You bring meaning to my world. THANK YOU. - my very late Mother's Day dedication. Although I feel it should never just be a day. It's every day.






Friday, February 6, 2009

Overrated?

Trends come and go. There's always a season for something new..and that also applies to the Muslimah World. Hey, who ever said we were old-fashioned?

These days there are so many types of headscarves to choose from..I remember my taste evolving..from simple cotton (my first days of headscarves) to the high quality bawal (yup, HIGH quality to the extent that I never did iron mine much ;p) Now there's a whole new scene..and there's just so many versions of it - As-Syura, Ariani and whatnot..all probably more famously known by the person who models them - hence scarves which are dubbed 'tudung Ekin' or 'tudung Binda', so on and so forth. The more modern, elegant-looking ones.

Despite all the fuss, in the end it all comes back to one - Munawwarah. This is the shop where it all began. The ladies in my family have been loyal to this brand since long ago. I had wanted to follow suit but since I was still in high school (boarding school to be exact) I figured I wouldn't have the time to wear such things. College came but I didn't think it was the place to be all fancy schmancy. So now that I'm in my tertiary years, overseas..I thought, when else.;)

During my summer holidays I came back to Malaysia and started wearing those 'lilit2' kinds apart from a few hand-me-down Munawwarah special scarves on a daily basis. Usually, I'd wear those types only during certain formal occasions. A guy made a comment about it and his words sounded something like this : "Ai.Tukar style tudung nampak. Tiru Ekin eyh?" Honestly, I had no idea who Ekin was at that point of time. I learnt quickly though. After tuning in Astro Ria. "Owhhh..tunang Mawi rupenye." For some reason I felt insulted :p Hello?I've been wearing this style even before the girl started even wearing one. A quick comment on the whole Mawi & Ekin fiasco - it's just all TOO MUCH. Come on la..they're being totally overly exploited. With the shows and the books and God knows what - it's too overpublicized! Bak kata my mum and sis - makin lama makin nyampahlak tengok.Balik2 muka diorang. Dah tak sweet dah. Moral of the story - never try to be all Hollywood Glitz & Glamour. Stick to our roots - cara orang Timur.

So anyways, back to my point. =p I went places and noticed there were just so many scarves just like the ones that were in Munawwarah sold here and there. And of course, prices were always the issue. I think the salespeople have some nerve to compare theirs to Munawwarah. Of course theirs is cheaper - the quality says it all. Then there are the people who feel Munawwarah is just overrated. They charge too much when the costs are just not that high. A friend even recommended another shop which sells cheaper stuff.

After much observation and even a chat with Munawwarah store owner (they go a long way back with my family, us being one of the first few clients for Umrah/Haji in the early 90s) I've arrived to a simple conclusion - it's NOT overrated. Reason number one : QUALITY. You can easily spot the differences btwn scarves sold in the pasar or any small area and the ones in Munawwarah. After wash and daily use, Munawwarah's are still brand new. The fabric's soft, it's easy to wear and style and the colours don't fade. The slightly higher price is definitely worth it. It's convenient. Personally, I think the price is reasonable seeing that everything's hand sewn. If it's produced in bulk then only a lower price is possible but in the end..it's the quality that matters.

So one day on an outing with friends, I learnt they were taken by my scarve. And funny they'd never heard of it before. I guess Munawwarah is not that common amongst students as it may be a little too steep for our pockets, the loyal customers are after all middle-aged women to the more elderly. I started recommending and promoting to these curious friends of mine, and I even started looking at the blog. I have heard before that people totally crowd the shop and I thought they were exaggerating. They kid me not. I saw the pictures. Of long queus just to get in the shop. And guess what. It happens EVERYDAY. People actually wait for the shop to open at 9.30am. I found out that there's always new stock, of 200-300 scarves every single day which comes in the morning but even by noon, they could be all gone. On Saturdays they even reload twice and even that's finished. It's selling like hot cakes!

Yana my friend just came back from Indon a few days ago and like I promised before, we'd go to Munawwarah to shop for the first time for our own first scarves. I looked at their blog to see for any updates and I couldn't help but read the latest entry. It seemed that last Friday, a police car stopped in front of the shop as there was a large group of women gathering outside. The policeman asked the crowd if there was any problem. A lady replied, the problem is...the shop was not open yet. And everyone including the policeman laughed. So the moral of the story is, to check the opening hours before deciding to come. =p Luckily, I just did. Today, Friday, the shop's only open from 11.00am onwards. So 5 minutes to Yana and I were already searching for a parking space. She was asking me where exactly is the shop until we saw people 'berkerumun' iin front of this store. Not hard to find ;)

Once the doors were open...whoosh! Berebut-rebut smorang masuk.hee Yana and I found it cute since the women in front of us were totally older than us. They certainly were ready and full of energy for this one. In the end Yana and I spent 1 hour in the shop, learning the names of the scarves, trying them on. The good thing about the shop is that it's women only. So they practice an open-fitting concept for everyone's convenience. I taught Yana a few styles of wearing the scarve (if not she would've had to join the group looking at the video :p) People in the past have complained of customer service but I think they're doing their best. There may not be that many staff but there's just too many people to attend to.It was helpful though, that the lady at the cashier explained which scarves needed special attention in terms of care so that we don't spoil them. I couldn't stay in the shop any longer coz I'd get attracted to something else..there's just a lot of nice choices to select from.

At the end of the day, I've never been happier to part with my RM200 for 3 nice scarves :D So for those out there who've never tried it - you don't know what you're missing ;)

Sister's permanent style

For casual wear





My sis-in-law's also a loyal customer ;)



Also suits formal/semi-formal occasions...


It has even reached Shah Alam.hee
Feeling all comfortable and lovely


(^,~)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Toys r us

My current bedroom at home used to be the toyroom. Growing up, my siblings and I had TONNES of toys. And I'm not even exaggerating. My bros had everything, from Transformers, Star Wars & Thundercats figures to Ghostbusters, racing cars and Conan. Others, I just have no idea what they're called ;p My sister loved Warner bros' characters, she also collected the hot cartoons of her time - JEM and My Little Pony. I had bears after bears after BEARS! She and I later shared a passion though : Barbie. She had so many dolls, I should think up to 30 perhaps. I on the other hand, had a fetish over Barbie accessories - the clothes and houses, the luxury and such. Friends who've gone into my toyroom so far have all made the same expression. They all gawked. Everything's just so PINK. Yup, I had my own Barbieland in that small lil room upstairs.

So when I got older, I didn't want to be sharing a room with sis anymore. I cleared the toyroom , donated what was in excess and wala! My personal bedroom. All the Barbieness was kept safely in boxes under my bed.

Few days ago I found myself looking around my room. What a change. Now it's full of clothes. Lots and lots of 'em. ;) Mum was persistent on not wasting anything, so I rummaged my wardrobe and set aside a huge bundle for charity. As I was doing that, my eye caught the stuff underneath the bed. And I've been pulling them out, getting the dust off and arranging them neatly. I was thinking of giving them away, maybe to a children's hospital or an orphanage. After I got everything assembled though, it felt really difficult to let go. These were the sweet childhood memories...plus they're all still in good shape..I asked my mum about it. When she looked at them, she told me to keep them. (yay!) Who knows when she finally has grand daughters they'd like to go to Mamatok's house to play with Barbie ;D

Just recently I told my bro to go through this stack of magazines I found, some were collectors' comics - to determine which ones he wanted so that we could recycle the rest. And out of the corner of my eye I saw him snickering to himself as he flipped them through. Afterwards he took all the magazines to his room! Guess I'm not the only one unwilling to part with precious memories =p

Before I store them once again for the unknown future, I can't help but take some pics. Here's a glimpse of my very girly2 childhood days :


JEM

To the ball with Barbies ;)

Why we hate mannikins,dummies and dolls - they look too good to be true =p
Dolls have better clothes than we do =s

Barbie's lil sis, Kelly & her bestie, Melody



ps. Everyone's brought up differently, while good values in my opinion should matter, I don't see why toys should create such a fuss. In other words, non-Barbie fans - bite your tongue ;)


1st Doll House
Supermarket
Dressing table
Foodcourt ;)

The beach. complete with water skis, jetski, sails and surfboard.oh.scuba gear too :p

Sunday, January 25, 2009

It's NOT cartoon ok.


10 years old. That was the age I first got hooked on Anime - all thanks to mega tv's axn. I watched them all : Burn Up Excess, Gestalt, Gatekeeper, Dual - Parallel World, GS Mikami, Curious Play, DragonballZ, 3x3 Eyes, Akazukin Cha Cha, Flame of Recca, Ranma 1/2, Grander Musashi, Ninja Robots, Oh My Goddess!, Ayashi no Ceres, El-Hazard, Gensomaden Saiyuki, Cyberteam of Akihabara, Yu Yu Hakusho, Sailormoon...I'm a MAJOR fan of 3 though : Samurai X/Rurouni Kenshin, You're Under Arrest & Slamdunk. The old school anime I guess...but till today I still watch the reruns and true to the fan status - I never get bored of them. And it's already been 10 years.
Now that there's Animax on Astro, there's a whole lot of Animes...and a different, more modern perhaps, variety. I was introduced to Hell Girl, R.O.D the TV, Colourcloud Palace, Paradise Kiss, Cardcaptor Sakura, Midori Days, Please Teacher!, Rave Master,and the list goes on and on..impossible to mention all at once. I personally think both old and new have their own touch, and they're a pleasure to watch.


When you're totally absorbed by Anime, you'd most likely to get offended with those who simply refer to Anime as mere 'cartoons'. Coz obviously, they're not. Cartoons, are those animated stories which generally amke you laugh. They're silly, they're funny, and sometimes they entertain. Anime brings all that to a higher level. They depict real life, or fantasy. They portray real emotions and hey. I have laughed AND cried watching Anime. They just give you an overall good feeling, which won't happen for those who don't get it.

Sometimes the love stories are better than the real life acted ones...seriously. And the jokes - classic. Most of the Anime are adaptations of Manga, but I feel some are better left as Manga. It just doesn't work on screen. But I just hate those people who spoil it all - when they try to Westernize the Japanese originales. The day they decided to let a white guy play Goku - they've practically ruined the whole essence of Anime. Big time.

I suppose I'm not as hardcore as those who attend cosplays, dress up as their favourite Manga/Anime character and join Anime Clubs. (altho my eldest bro is a member - a lil pastime we share together *winks*)But I still treasure Anime. It's cool. And it matters that I think so. Those who can't seem to understand though, just have to deal with it. =D

ps. Please2 don't complain when I watch Animax. It's all I watch and look forward to - just happen to be on when you get off work. You can try taking it to Astro customer service ;p

Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X


Cyberteam of Akihabara

Curious Play

Colourcloud Palace

Sailormoon

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Battle of the brothers

The first was born on the 11th of January 2005. The second 3years later, on the 25th of September.

Mikhael Ariff Shariz aka Mikey boy.Or Kael.Sometimes Mika.Likes to be a train.Such influence Thomas & his friends have on him ;)

Muez Rafael Shariz aka Muez. So far no other nicknames have come up but we'll c over the years. He's only 4months. For now thou, he's definitely big for his age. Like his big bro. And he's already teething! That explains the extra extra saliva=p Latest : he licks. No wonder sometimes I feel all ticklish when carrying him. When I look down there he is - tongue all wiggly2. (^.~)

Kael is daddy's boy. He walks with the same jumpity-bumpity style just like Ijan. When he plays it's like a blast from the past - exactly what my brother used to do according to Mama & Baba. All the whoosh~ and foosh! hee. He even resembles my bro.

Muez is mummy's boy. He doesn't have any similar habits...yet. But he sure looks like her :p

They don't look anything alike now (duh). But Muez looked like Kael when he was a baby. So... who's cuter?? You decide. All I know is I love 'em both and I still can't get enuff of either one. kikiki


From shleepy2 to wakey2 - the whole process ;)

Near, Nearer, Nearest.

In Auntie La's arms



Pipi boyot!!!


Dah bley guling2~

Muke terkejut.

Muke happy. Muke excited!

Meleleh


Baby Kael~


Kael - stiff in the boat =p His cheeky face!

Kael pwasan kiut!hee

Muke innocent!

Muke gumbira~

Muke blurrrr

Ngantok! Happy2 during raya


Ngee~

Play2

Kael mengamuk.=p

Tito. elelelele ;)



Friday, January 23, 2009

Profits by pastry ;)

After all the pish-posh in the kitchen, ta-dah! 8 batches of brownies are done. And my first ever profit too. Thanks to Baba's company for trusting me with the job of pleasing their clients over a little CNY treat :D Owh.And of course, let's not forget my dearest sister Ina and brother Ijan for promoting the tasty delights. I've got money people. Jom shopping esok. Muahahaahhaha ;)))

ps. Lucky Aifa for com
ing over for tea tomorrow. Perfect timing. So ape lagi. Ziarahla saye. Who knows..it might be your lucky day =p


Sorry yana ;p

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The whole 18 minutes

After being sworn in, the 44th President of the U.S.A speaks...

"My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms.

At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age.

Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.

The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame.

Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labour, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn. Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year.

Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together.

We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply.

The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programmes will end.

And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.

The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake.

And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more. Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions.

They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan.

With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy.

To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages.

We honour them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths.

What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come.

Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you.

And God bless the United States of America."



Barack Obama certainly does have a way with words. His presence was tremendously felt. He delivered. Let's hope for those words to stand up on its own, in reality.