Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Was thinking to wear my maroon dress which I bought few years back but never wear before. Time sales, beli ja la. Heheheh… If you wonder, muat lagi ka nda… muat ba!! lol
It was kinda confirm until mum received a call from my aunt in Labuan. Bride’s families are requested to wear in pink! *sigh*
A week before our departure to Labuan, I went to shop alone at Times Square. Hubby has to work on that Saturday. Moreover, I purposely wanted to shop alone! Heheheh… Lagi puas hati ba dapat jalan2 keluar masuk kedai without anyone waiting for you with the sour-face! lol
I spent I think 3 hours in Times Square that day when I finally grabbed a pink dress; a simple and cheap pink dress! It only cost me RM15 ok! *wink*
At home, I texted my cousin’s wife in Kuching asked if she has bought hers. She replied no and I told her that I got mine with only RM15. Since her friend will be coming over to KL in couple of days, she wanted to ask her friend to buy for her a pink dress. So she asked me where I bought mine. Without realizing that I’m putting myself in a risk (ceh!!), I simply told her the shop’s name.
So… basically, this is how the coincident happened!! I thought the MMS I sent to her will give her a better idea. Can I put the blame to her friend?? *sigh*
When she arrive Labuan a day before the wedding reception, then only we knew that we got the same dress! Goshhhhhh…
It was just too late to grab another dress. So, here’s what I bought to cover them up. But, not helping also. lol
Do we look like the bridesmaid??
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
So, I give myself a try as well. My first bided and won item was a mini digicam and subsequently hair straightener, pendrive, recharger battery & charger, etc. I guess it’s the satisfaction feeling after you placed your bids and won the item that make one addicted to bid and bid… lol
All those items I bided were from Lelong. Is there any other website similar to this?
I found one… Bidazzled
The newly launched site has almost the same concept as Lelong. Bids are purchase in advanced and then used to bid on merchandise. The price increase a few cents with each bid placed and a few seconds are added to the countdown clock to give others a chance to bid. The auction ends when no other bids are placed. So, if a new DSLR ends at just a dollar, then you win the DSLR for a dollar! Auction winners usually save over 80% off retail. Cool huh?!
If you lose... wait... nobody lose in Bidazzled. If you don’t win, you still receive up to 50 Bonus Bids as a thank you for participating and you can purchase the auction item less the investment you had in the acution. If you win, Bidazzled will make an offer to buy the item back for cash (paypal or check), cash and bids or bids. See… nobody lose!
The best part about Bidazzled is that it was designed and created to fund a lung cancer charity. (The Ruch Foundation). Bid and fund! *wink*
Bidazzled is also currently running an EXCLUSIVE OFFER which 15 additional bids will be yours if you use the following codes until 15 January 2010. All you have to do is to enter the codes on the registration page without any obligation or cost of any kind!
Keep these codes:
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Let’s start bidding… *grin*
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Since both of them do not have the built-in webcam, plus the not-so-slim-body, I thought of having a new slimmer laptop or desktop or notebook or you name it for me. I always got confuse with all the terms. *sigh*
If I really need to buy one, I think research or buying guide is what I have to do. So I won’t regret after the purchase. Rite?
Thanks to the Laptop Computers buying guide. It really helps. You might at least get the idea for features to consider such as :
- Weight and portability
- RAM (Random Access Memory)
- Chip speed (CPU)
- WiFi/Bluetooth connectivity
- Battery Life
I like the Top Picks where it list down for you the models of laptops based on overall, budget, thin and light, gaming, great battery life, etc. So, define your need and pick your model!
The thin and light categories brought me to this…
Wowww… The super-slim DELL XPS M1330. Sexy red! *drooling*
Tablet Computers have :
- optional landscape or portrait view ability to suit all needs, especially in tight spaces
- High screen responsiveness for easy use of the pen stick.
- Biometric fingerprint reader for enabling security features is especially important on slate models that lack a keyboard for entering passwords.
Oh noo… the more I study, the more I confuse! Too many choices!! *roll eyes*
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
So, where do I begin? Hmm…
19 Nov 2009 @ KLIA-Labuan
Since the air tickets between MAS and AirAsia were almost the same when we wanted to do the booking, of coz we choose MAS! Why we landed Labuan and not KK? Coz the main reason for the trip is to attend my cousin’s wedding in Labuan.
The moment we arrived at the arrival hall, our lil’ Rayyan was already waiting for us. *smile* He looked at us as if he is downloading data and he only wants his dad, not the mom! *sigh* Besar sdh dia! Hitam sdh dia! lol
Since we were quite free this morning, we went for a short jalan-jalan at UK. The aunt’s sibuk mau beli jewelleries. Poor uncles have to wait hours!
The best part is my long college friend dropped by to meet me. A very short catch-up after 10 years! Phew… Goshh.. It’s been sooooo longggggggg… Nice to see you, Biey. See you again in… errr… 10 years??? Lol
We headed to Bandar for cigarette’s shopping before we went home. One of the must-purchase items in Labuan other than Chocolates and Beers! *wink*
At nite, BBQ-ing!
By noon, the house was already cramped with families from KK, Kuala Penyu and Beaufort! *faint* For those first timer aka new member of the family might feel a lil uncomfy, however I am so lucky that my hubby didn’t complaint much and got no prob at all to join the others. Great job hubby!!
My Rayyan?? Rayyan did give us some hard times but well, what do you expect from a 13mths boy kan? He only allowed few people to carry him; my mom, daddy, Uncle Nick and other IF he is in good mood.
At nite, Majlis Persandingan di rmh pengantin lelaki. A simple ceremony with golden themed. Can you believe that most of us didn’t even touch any foods during the ceremony??? Not becoz the foods are not tasty enuff, but we were too busy capturing photos. Gheezzz…
|Our family – the bride’s family were requested to perform the Sumazau dance while the bridegroom’s family performed poco-poco and joget.|
22 Nov 2009
And you know what? I got the SAME dress with my cousin’s wife for the wedding reception! Sh*t! Was looking for some thing to cover up the coincident! Huhuhuhuh..
Few more families arriving today for the wedding reception tonite. No more free spaces! Phew… Even the bathrooms (2 units) started busy since 3pm. *Faint* All were busy dressing up. The young-Mak Andam and her assistance only came at 6.30pm to prepare the Bride. To me, the Mak Andam was slow and blur. Too young for Mak Andam I guess. The assistance didn’t help much. Not good in make-up or hairstyling. *sigh*
7.30pm, we all departed to the hall, Labuan Golf Club. It’s a simple reception here. The families to the Bride were requested to wear in pink. Food was catered and placed outside the hall. I think things will be organized if the food is served on each table. But the wedding cake memang cantik! *grin*
All and all, family gathering is always a good things to do... *wink*
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Serius tak I??
Nama : Rayyan Adrian Nuzirwan
Tarikh Lahir : 24 October 2008
Umur as-at-to-date : 1 thn 1 bln 15 hari
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
After reading this email for a friend, I decided to post and share it with you guys. Read only when you have spare time k.. It's a long story with eye-opener and I'm sure it is something worth to read.
Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree.
You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.
I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery.
Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round.
As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets..
Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy.
I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.
For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment:
"I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for?
You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better."
Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."
Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs.
I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure.
Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.
Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."
There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife?
At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice.
She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.
As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional
work for me.
For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.
Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night.
I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me....
I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once?
We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"
After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.
During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.
In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting.
At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife.
To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me:
"LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?"
He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.
After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"
I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat.
I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not.
I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out..
Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes...
I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.
We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house.
Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.
For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call.
I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do?
For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life..
Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor."
The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news.
Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?
At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there..
It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him.
He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.
I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.
At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy.
What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down.
Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?
Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes.
I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.
That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up.
I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.
He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house.
Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.
What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters.
I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.
The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby.
I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird
look and said:
"Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital."
I stood there in shock.
I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away.
Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.
I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes.
My god, how could this happen?
Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me.
I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people.
That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside.
As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her....
I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....
In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.
Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him.
And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe.
I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in.
I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later..
The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other.
I am like the dead knot in his heart.
One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.
After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes.
I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.
The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her.
He stared back at me,challenging me.
I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death.
I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.
That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.
He did not come home anymore after that.
Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff.
I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.
I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination.
My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not..
I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.
One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room.
The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke.
On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper.
I know what it is all about without even looking at it.
In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself.
I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign."
He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine..
As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry...." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.
After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me..
Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?"
Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops.
I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now."
He did not go.
In the dark, we sat, facing each other.
Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket.
In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them.
I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me.
I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't.
In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever.
We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart.
For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional.
I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.
Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him.
From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.
Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.
He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room.
At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet.
This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.
He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us?
Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read.
Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full.
I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions.
He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.
It was sometime towards the end of Spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment.
He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.
Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.
Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind:
In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?
He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain.
Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling.
I reached out and touched his hand.. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor.
I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his...
I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long.
I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying:
"Prepare for his funeral."
I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.
Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and
I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now...
I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be..
But daddy now no longer has that chance.
Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion....
Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey.
To be honest, daddy is very happy.
Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most....
" From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby....
My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...
These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma.
I brought our son over and place him beside him.
I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."
He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile.
Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.....
A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever...
"Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family.
Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late."
LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO GRUDGES. Learn to LET GO.... To forgive others is to forgive YOURSELF. No one's perfect. Communication is the key.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Let me list down the majors about Samsung OMNIA before I rant further:
1. 3.2“ touch LCD screen (skrg kan pamous touch screen ni!)
4. 5.0mp camera
5. 16gb internal memory
6. 12.5mm Ultra-Slim body
Other functions, sama ja. So?? What do you think of the phone?
Here’s what happened earlier before he handed me the device.
Datuk : Pls call *** for me. You have her contact rite?
Me : Err.. sorry datuk. Can you just give me her number? It’s in my other hp. Left at home. Phone damaged. My son likes to taste the hp. I think the saliva should have damaged it. *10 cents-face*
Datuk : Mmm.. I see if I got spare hp for you.
This incident happened 2-3 times, before I finally got it from him last 2 weeks. *grin* Of coz I didn’t remind him ok. I tot he just cakap2 only. Hehehehe…
Datuk says he doesn’t know how to use the device or maybe he was just too lazy to play around with the hp since he already got a Blackberry.
Since the device is china set, instead of ‘Samsung’, you get a/an ‘Anycall’. lol Well, I heard some negatives about china phones. That make me hesistate to use the hp often specially downloading. *sigh* Haven't even change the setting. Need to go to mobile shop and yet I'm lazy. lol
Second gadget received after the lappy few months back. *wink*
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
On the 31/10, hubby and I sent mom and Rayyan to LCCT. Yup!! Both mom and Rayyan flew back to KK… for 3 weeks!! *sigh*
Well, before mom agreed to come over to stay with me in KL, I convinced her that she can go back anytime she wants. Besides, with AirAsia, everyone can fly! LOL She deserves a break anyway even though Rayyan has to tag her along. Of coz, she doesn’t mind at all as it would be her pleasure to show off her lil’ grandson to my aunts, relatives and her friends. *wink*
Besides, there will also be a wedding ceremony in Labuan next week. It’s my cousin’s wedding. So, mom has strong reason to go back. *grin*
Poor mom... she has to clean up our house at Beaufort all by herself which she only can do it when the lil’ boy went to bed! Glad that the water issues has been resolved. Thanks to my aunt for her assistance in getting a plumber to install the water pump. *relief*
Till then… I’ll update more stories about Labuan, Beaufort and KK later coz I’m flying back to Labuan / KK next Thurs!!! Hoorayyy.. Can’t wait to hug my son!!
Missing you half deadly, son… Be a good boy there k…
Friday, November 06, 2009
CUT!! Let’s just be straight to the point.
This entry should be tailing from the Rayyan’s Birthday post.
Anyway, since my invitation didn’t go to the entire colleague which only some of them were invited. Why? Err… Ntah la. Senang cerita, only those close were invited la. But still most of them could remember the birthday month of Rayyan. So nice of them kan?? So, I did a Strawberry Pudding especially for them. *wink*
Before I rant further, I wanna thanks to Nora for the idea! I curi her idea ok! LOL I found it simple and nice, so I decided to do the Strawberry Pudding.
At first, I thought of using her recipes. Somehow, the packet of pudding powder also has the method of preparing at the back of the packet. The major different between these two method is, Nora is using sweetened creamer while the packet is using evaporated milk, which I prefer evaporated milk.
The original method of preparing as per the packet (serving without strawberry):
1. Boil 3000ml of water, 100gm sugar (included in the packet) and 1can of 400ml evaporated milk.
2. Turn off the flame. Pour in pudding powder and stir for 5 minutes.
3. Add fruit sugar and mix well.
4. Pour into moulds. Set in refrigerator.
My version… or is it Nora’s??? *wink*
1. 1 packet of pudding powder (serbuk dadih – then only I know ‘dadih’ is pudding! Kesian sungguh!) – Check out the flavor coz I didn’t and I bought Yam!
2. Fresh strawberry
3. 1 can evaporated milk
4. 2500ml water
5. Set in refrigerator for 30 minutes and take out.
6. Put in the sliced strawberries slowly on top middle of the pudding on each container and restore to refrigerator. (I have to do this coz if I put in the strawberries first, tenggelam pulak strawberry tu. Huhuhuhu.. )
1. Slice strawberries into two, clean and put aside.
2. Boil 2500ml of water, 100gm sugar and 1can of 400ml evaporated milk.
3. Turn off the flame. Pour in pudding powder and stir for 5 minutes.
4. Pour into small plastic containers. Half full will do. (enough for 50 pax)
The next day, I brought them to office and distribute to my dear colleague. Their comments?? Tasty! Jaga hati punya pasal kot... LOL
Friday, October 30, 2009
Ok ok... no more complaining…
I was actually browsing through Rayyan’s album, looking for all his best smiling shots for this contest organized by SMILEYKIDZ. (Yaa… contest again!)
Check out Rayyan’s smiling versions…
NAME : RAYYAN ADRIAN NUZIRWAN
AGE TO DATE : 1 YEAR 6 DAYS
Winner # 1 (1x) - An hour outdoor photography session with unlimited shots + 1 sticky album with 20 pcs best pics.
Winner # 2 (2x) – RM50 Smileykidz photography voucher
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Since hubby has to work on that particular day, I have to take charged! Phewww…
So, here’s the list of things bro, mom and I have to do in the morning…
2. Choc Moist Cake (baked by colleague - Aishah - Thanks babe!) – cut into pcs
3. Curry puff and jelly (ordered from Hubby’s friend) – arrange nicely (kunun!)into container
4. Collect hall’s key
5. Last minute shopping di kedai yang berdekatan
6. Clean up hall and put balloon 5-6 biji… hehehe
The above list is the actual sequence of what we did that morning. *wink*
3.00pm… Party time!!!
Oh no... Where are the foods and the cake??? They were late due to jammed and lost!! Ghezz.. Poor them! Lucky that our quest is not there yet; only family members were waiting for the food to arrive impatiently. Lapar baa…
The caterer – Majurasa Catering (I found them in Mudah.com) arrived 15 minutes later. Once they finished setting up the foods, all of us pun makannnnnnnnnn… We have Nasi Tomato, Fried Bihun, Ayam Masak Merah, Acar Timun and 2 hot drinks – Tea and Tea O. As an additional, we added grape.
The cake only arrived at around 3.45pm. Jammed in MRR2! Thanks to e-caR. Met her via blogging. See… the bloggers are connected… :D
All and all, we enjoyed ourself and so did Rayyan. Thanks to Rayyan for being a good boy that afternoon. *grin*
Special thanks to all our dear friends for your presence, presents and tokens. Without you all, it won’t be a blast party for Rayyan and us.
Majurasa Catering can be contacted at 017-2323 424 (Naz)
e-Car at 012-373 3327 or visit her blog here.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
And because it’s Rayyan very first birthday, we are in the midst of planning / preparing a mini birthday party for him where we’ll be calling relatives n close friends to celebrate it together. *smile*
Here’s my important check list:
** Date & time - Fixed
** Hall - Apartment’s community hall confirmed (rmh nda muat ba!)
** Card & map - Done
** Invitees – Done
** Birthday Cake - order confirmed
** Foods - In progress… Still looking for a caterer that could fit with our budget. Hope can confirm it by tomorrow. *sigh*
** Others – shopping by Friday
Err… It’s my first time doing all these except time mau kawin dulu… LOL… The above list is for mintapuji ja ba tu.. It’s really a mini party though. *grin*
While doing my list of invitees, was thinking of you all, my friends in KK… I wish I could invite you all to rock the party. Next time yaa.. *wink*
Till then, watch out Rayyan yg mintapuji… heheheh..
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Instead of “Raya Open House”, the company named it as “Raya Buffet Lunch” which was organized by the HR dept on last Thursday. They can name it whatever, but it is still a makan2 event… *grin*
I dunno what is so P&C about the makan2 as they only shoot out the memo a day before the event! Gheezzz… Due to the very short notice, few Muslim colleagues which have already applied for leaves miss the event. *sigh*
Well, the menu… macam biasa la… fried mihun, nasi impit, kuah kacang, rendang ayam, 1 vege, popiah, samosa, fruits and sirap bandung.