I also uploaded a header, looking rather bad. /sighs

I know this has nothing to do with food, but I like taking photos of pretty flowers as well~

Rows and rows of different pastries and cakes for sale in a patisserie. There were so many to choose from!

The smell of freshly baked bread from a bakery.

Bought the most fantastic cinnamon bun from that bakery. So soft and spongy and chock full of cinnamon and pecans. Much love <3

Strawberry corn, something different~

Fresh Atlantic Salmon for sale, best simply pan fried.

Ice-cream along Robson Street, their green tea ice-cream was exceptionally good.

Male Dungeness Crabs getting cleaned up and cooked quickly in salt water. That was the best hands on dinner I had in quite a while.

I'll let the photos do most of the talking and that's the end of the Vancouver trip. It turned out to be more of an eating trip than anything else. Hahaha

Anyway the Korea part of the trip is next~~ Samgyetang!!

I don't do thingies.

I do jeans. And t-shirts. And the occasional simple skirt. I like comfort and simplicity. So I scanned the "aisles" and decided that fashion is not me. I don't follow it. I don't try to be fashionable. I'm not trendy. For fuck's sake, I still wear Chucks from when I was 13 years old.

I'm the kinda gal that prefers to shop at Harbor Freight versus any clothing joint.

I put together a few things that I thought were "MEEEE!" so here ya go. They're not as fancy and pink as Anne's, but they're me. And yes, Anne, I do love the pink :)

What would you wear?

(clearly NOT a blog365 or whatever contender here.)

I'm sorry but how cute is that??  I was trying to get a picture of his totally cute new -do and he saw the camera and said "sheeze"

:-)  heart. overflowing. with. love.

love.

I wore black today.

My insane woman wore black today.

My Caramel Frappe also wore black today.

Mother of all shakey shots.

Odd one out:

Alalalala!! Aww, hey, there's a reason why you're my personal sun la, Aisya Farid:P

<3

Don't look down there.

Yes. There. Stop it.

Did we go school today? I don't remember.

I REMEMBER SEEING NABILA HUDA VALENSI THOUGH. She dropped off the bus which I was gunna board. She was quite a distance away. Tapi macam p; cause she turned..

My eyesight is bad. But sometimes you can tell who that person is by the way she carries herself. Or even by the way she stands. Or her frame. REALLY GOOD TO SEE YOU, NABILA. I could tell both of us wanted to like walk up to each other. She did took a step, but then hesitated. "School?" she mouthed. I nodded my head. Hailed at the bus to get the driver's attention. Back to Nabila, smiled &waved goodbye.

Although for a second, I almost didn't mind being late just so I could go talk to her.

Eh, Nabila, biler mau ajak keluar. Dah berabok sms kau. (Mcm pernah dengar jer.)

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Another successful study session with Ai Kim today. Pro uh, Kim. Dier tak layan aku, aku tak layan dier. Buat kerja masing2. Community health sucks my anus dry. (Sorry. Too descriptive.) At one point idk what I'm reading.

WHYEEEEEEE the fuck didn't we read the stupid notes before we attempted to UNDERSTANDDDDDDD our community health ICA. Like everything we needed to know, is right there in the fucking notes. From the needs assessment to the evaluation pro-fucking-cess. Hahahha. We suck.

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I don't want this week to ever end.

I'm scared. Actually.

Nothing special.  Nothing unusual (other than the fact that all four of us were in a good mood.  AT THE SAME TIME!)  Which made for a totally fun Sunday and a great way for daddy to end his weekend (since last night he *might* have mentioned that he was ready to go back to Georgia).  Seriously.  These kids.  Such a trip.

Anyway.  For your my viewing pleasure:

More of that playing-in-the-same-room-without-hurting-each-other stuff.  I'm loving it.  That's Luke's new favorite place to play by the way.  Well, except the dishwasher.  Of course.

Viking Ben!

Daddy and Luke post-haircut.  Luke was a wee bit grumpy when he woke up from his nap - hence the funny face.  I'll get a better picture of the haircut soon.  It's adorable (even though the bangs are a smidge too short.)

Oh, and speaking of confidence and other such good stuff, here's a picture of my fiancee, wearing my Hot Pink Wig! (Sorry for bad quality, we took it with a camera phone.) It was mega-fun to see him wearing it, and his Goofy Goober Smile in the picture is priceless!

August Update.

August First, I got to purchase some games. (The first 2 on the list.)

• .hack//infection (played previously, beat, but did not own. now I do own it!)
• .hack//mutation (played previously, beat, but did not own. now I do own it!)
• .hack//outbreak (played previously, beat, and owned it.)
• .hack//quarantine (played previously, beat, and owned it.)
• .hack//g.u. rebirth (played, beat, own.)
• .hack//g.u. reminisce (played, beat, own.)
• .hack//g.u. redemption (played, didn't beat, own.)

So I now have all four of the original .hack video game series, and all three of the G.U. series. Sweet! Now if only I had every episode of roots, sign, and legend of twilight. Do I sound obsessive?

As for what I did, personally, do far in August, mostly i've started to watch Advent Children, and i've been playing Pokemon Pearl. I've also been exercising quite a bit, as in I walk too freaking much. For almost 8 days straight, i've been walking for hours on end. I'm pooped! Also, although i'm not big on alcohol, I ded get to celebrate August by having a few Smifnoffs. I had one while hanging outside one night, another when hanging out outside during the day, and didn't have a third one. We have had a six-pack for about 3 days now, and still have 2 coolers left, lol. At least I know i'll never be an alcoholic, I wish other people would practice self-control when drinking.

Seriously.

(and my giant pile of stuff in the background. we are undergoing a M-A-J-O-R de-cluttering here at our house)

That is a great big happy boy all covered in snot. Sweeter snot you've never seen ;-)

Do my eyes deceive me?? Are my children playing at the same table? TOGETHER??? Without crying?! Amazing.

One for the record books this.

I took this picture while going in the car.What do you think?Is our life too like this? What do you see?

P.S: voting on the previous post is on till tomorrow evening.

For ten dollars, this really isn't bad. The microfile really worked to get rid of a callous that was starting due to my increase in daily exercise recently, and did so painlessly. There's even an emery finishing board for smoothing! I can't wait to attack my fiancee's feet today! Then he owes me a leg massage, since I gave him a back massage yesterday ;)

Ped Egg: Totally worth ten bucks.

When?

Ahhaaaaaaa. Just kidding. Life can't be any more sweeter.

What? I'm a fucking optimist.

DUUUUDEEEE. Khatijah's 'Building Healthy Relationship' ICA &Clemau's Alienation ICA presentation DONE, BABY! Both very positive remarks, YESSA. Gots to thank Nools for ..her references;) Wouldn't have done Alienation without her, seriously. &then there's US. We put our heart &soul into it. Sweat, tears &BLOOD. Don't ask.

We all knew how Khatijah is:D Well CGH-clan should know, cause we had her as our CI not once but twice &she scares the living hell outtarf us. I'm saying she has admirable qualities &I respect her a great deal. Anyways, I like Khatijah. BUT WHY IS IT EVERYTIME WE SEE HER, WE FREEZE UP. No wonder when she suggested to us to come up with an "impromptu skit", we simply left it to spontaneity(&the almighty above) &did it right there &then. Why? Because she said so.

Dude, she could have just said, "Balance the table and chairs on your head" for all I care, her wish is our command. Do it, or die trying.

Oh ya sidetrack a bit. ELJAY UPDATED. HERE!

K Come back.

All I remembered was KTJ saying, "Class, would you want them to do the skit?"

The five of us were like, eye bulge jaw drop heart stop. Hold up! A skit?

"Actually, Miss K. The skit will be done by not us, but performers hired by our sponsors? So there really is no need for us to do the skit."

Or that was what I wanted to say, but like I mentioned earlier on. Khatijah has this thing going on: around her you just become dumber than you already are. It's not her, it's you. Uhm, me. It's me.

"We have more than enough time," she was saying, smiling at us from across encouragingly. Frightening nevertheless. In my head, &I'm sure in my other teams' as well, I was like, "Shit, we need a scenario. No, wait we already have the scenario. We just need to act it out. No, too ambitious. We need to MOVE. We need to OPEN OUR MOUTHS. YES. MUST..OPEN..MOUTHS..MUST..SPEAK.. WITH COHERENCE."

Well let's just say thank god I have sporting, very hilarious group members. &equally sporting &hilarious audience. She wanted an impromptu skit, we gave her one. HAH!

So it sucked. So what?:P

Seriously. Looking back. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE MANAGED TO COME UP WITH SHIT LIKE THAT.

Of course, this is the very same team who managed to fill up the 'creativity criteria' for our Alienation ICA at the fucking last minute. I'm talking 1day. Actually, 4hours. Left Kama's place on Wednesday almost at 11pm. See, we kindar already completed everything, until one of us read through the criteria &realized they would be giving us 15marks for Creativity. We had done NOTHING creative......nor original, for that matter(HAHAHHAHAH GUILTY!). So we were like, we better come up with something, stat. Cause presentation's the next day.

So we decided to go Kama's place, &came up with something. NOT ONLY CAME UP WITH SOMETHING but also CARRIED THE COURSE OF ACTIONS OUT. THERE &THEN. YOU WANT CREATIVITY, WE GIVE YOU CREATIVITY. In the end, Clemau was like, "A job well done for the.." He took a second to find the right adjective for our 'creativity'...

"..cute-cute way of presenting it."

Cute definitely wasn't where we were heading actually? BUT WHATEVER, MAN:D Clemau thinks it's cute that it deserves an A. Then by all means 8)

What do you think this stray is thinking about?

So I stole this meme from JavaQueen. If anyone wants to give it a go, take it. I don't tag.

1. How did you meet your husband/wife or boyfriend/girlfriend?

I met him at work. Our first conversation went like this:
Him: So how ya doin'?
Me: How's it look like I'm doin'? I'm sweating like a fucking pig.
He was hooked.

2. Where did you go on your first date?

We went to the park one night after work. We finally got kicked out at like 4 AM. 

3. When was your first intimate kiss?

At the park. Many, many kisses happened that night.

4. How many girlfriends/boyfriends did he/she have in the past? Do you honestly know?

I was his first girlfriend. I was his first everything.

5. What is his/her ethnicity?

He's a white boy.

6. What is his/her favorite food?

Stuff that's loaded with gluten and things he can't eat! Probably my homemade mac and cheese.

7. What is he/she like if he/she is mad?

He is scary when he's mad. His size mixed with the sound of voice when he's angry is just frightening. I would hate to be on the receiving end of one of his hissy fits.

8. What is the most romantic thing he’s/she’d ever done?

He's not too romantical. He's a man afterall. But he used to write me poetry. Sometimes they were romantical, sometimes they were crude and sexual. I don't know which I prefer but I loved them all the same.

9. Describe how he/you proposed to you.

I picked out my ring; might as well have something I want ya know. About two months after we started dating he asked me if I trusted him. I replied with, "Completely." And then he asked me. No big show or fireworks .. just simple.

10. What has been the biggest surprise about your signifigant other since you’ve been together?

That he took on the role of Dad when BabyDoll wasn't even two years old, and you would never think that girl is not his. Not only do they favor physically, but they are so much alike because he loves that child to pieces - She takes after him in so many different ways. He really stood up and took responsibility as being a father when he married us.

I'm not taggin' anyone. If you want it, go for it.

Dead line:-30/07/08,5 PM IST.

And for those of you who like to add something more,you can add one more photo of your choice(from anywhere in the web) to complete your entry :)

All the best!

P.S:- this is the first time i am trying something like this.This is a contest ,so that you give it your best shot,it is not for rating anyone as a good writer or a bad one.

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What is the use? what is the use of this world?

It is always amazing,to know that we the significant micro(maybe even smaller) particles who make up the universe have some purpose and a life to live.Why i live my life,in a regimented way,going to school,supposedly learning things.What will it be like to be in another planet? What will I be,if i were in another planet.Would that planet too have death as we have?What is the big deal anyway of being earthling?

Think of the universe,as it is.I know it is too big to fit into my minuscule three dimensional imagination,but whatever little i can 'see',leaves me perplexed ,confused and in a dire need for becoming larger than life itself.Why how can something so big exist in the first place? When i was small,the sun was just 'nature' something which i was born into.It was a constant,to the mind which was ready to be tinkered ,it saw what what others thought they saw.The moon Always represented an old lady making 'idly'.the beach was a place where something called waves lashed on endlessly and if i ventured into it alone,i would be eaten by it.My life was of prime importance to me.Being another heir of the mistake stricken ,unwanted humanity,survival was the instinct.

But as i grew up,i slowly realized,that things are different.In fact education does at least that much to you.You are told that we belong to a solar system and that the moon goes around us.The next time i saw the moon,i looked  at it as an entity who was moving around the earth.Now i am digging really deep to feel what i felt then.It is surprising that 'life' is so old.What are these memories? So are we a dream,a memory too?

Me writing rather typing,is an memory in more ways than one.Since i am writing i do not care what happens else where around me.Why would i react when i am content,why the moment will always be embedded in me,carved into me,for i am in tune with the reminiscence of the world's making. Did we go to the heavens because earth never satisfied us? Why when did we realize that we were nothing more that illusive little creatures,who don't know anything?

On earth everything has the touch of man,as it has of 'god'.Almost all our fellow creatures,all the flora and fauna which were painted with the magic wand along with us ,have been cut,dissected,bisected,trisected and researched upon. We have arrived at the conclusion that we are the only ones who can think the best.We were after all the once who discovered the existence of God.

Our identity as human beings,has perpetuated from our predecessors.But deep inside all of us know that this is not our absolute identity.When we look at the sky and stare stars and suns ,we feel an old belonging ,the sight of home,after an hiatus to hibernation. Since we are the clever modern super humans in terms of an ever expanding brain and since we know about the big bang and such and such,we run a particle accelerator inside our cramped cavity,reproducing with a eerie contentment,what we feel is the origin of the universe.We revel in it for a few spectacular moments,we run the jocund clowns of happiness in us to such speeds that ecstasy is what we pronounce.We are all happy to be home,we wish to keep seeing our Gods for longer,but the ever severing mind,declares that you have to break the bonds,to live life and produce yourself to sacrifice for the betterment of man.You don't want it.Who wants to move from home,after a long voyage?Who wants to travel,when travel is all he has done?Who wants to swim,when he has all the while swam?Yet since you are the mind,with a rhetoric puffed up displeasure you try to satisfy your real want with a chronic happiness ,which is at most momentary and small enough to displease the materialistic narcissistic in you and carry on with it.I am trying to write something and all the while i am thinking of the wonderous world,whose width widens my perspective.I am here and i am not.

What is my identity?Am i a lost sibling of a distant star,for whom if i am found,i will look the same as when i landed on Eden? Or have i crossed an Adam's bridge,to burn all that was bad and mortal? Am i an entity for whom this body was a lease,lent by earth to write off her ever lasting loans?Or am i, simply an animal,a tainted beast,with the curse of thought and want of fantastical fantasies to suit my ill-tempered unbalanced mind?What am i anyway?

Yes,i feel lost.Yes i feel lost here too.Yet i can hear the world,but i can't see it.I can hear the old song,but my eyes have grown used to this,so that the old song,is a poignant, nostalgic de -javu.i dream up lands,i build my castles.I am a man,a human,who has written tales upon tales with fairies and fun and frolic but i am also the man who writes edifices and breaths the voice of an enigmatic Satan,a suitable tool ,one sprung during my autumn,to sooth the God in me.yet i know,i do not need him,for i was the one who gave god a face,which he can hold high and i was the one who taught him to write,so that he can say what he felt.I lent a being bigger than me,i lent it not one but two identity,i created a juxtapose of the good and the bad,of light and night,of God and Satan,yet i fail at lending myself a single identity.I call myself the third.I am happy to pull the strings of the first too.Yet my fingers move without my knowledge in my sleep,they want home and what they see is that destruction can retrace me,to where i belong.

There is music playing in the background.The song is melodious.It is a classic,it breaths life into the creature,whose identity is his name and his music.Why what caused him to play and create music?Did he realize that if he struck his strings and quietened the world with symphonies ,he might be able to shriek out for his lost sibling?Or did he realize that when he played his music,he could be himself ,free and inheritor of freedom,the absolute transparent being,who could smile away adversity and sleep ugly to beauty? I am listening to his and with gusto summoning my aesthetic consciousness to appreciate his ballades.I try to feel the same joy he felt when his fingers were let lose upon the keys,to key in the codes of his disparity among humanity.But his code was always good,for such is the magic,of the hands who are at home,always,poor pathetic things,they can't see nor hear,they are slaves whose only wish is to satisfy their master, as they feel that is their duty and destiny.

Movements.The breeze tickles the trees.Those gigantic beings let out giggles.Why among humanity their existence is varied.One day they are paraphrased as the basic need for the survival of humanity's earth,the next day,they are cut by the very hands,oh! pathetic hands,they are the only ones who want to get us home.

If my hands know my home,then why don't I?Should i close my eyes,for all eternity,so that the reality has a chance to roll the dice and bring me home to see its son?I wish i could,but i have a mind,who is a ardent appraiser of the rebellious me.I am torn by my hands,physically and by my mind mentally.I ask you both,i think of either home or heaven-hell only when i am felt free,to my peace.They refuse.I shut my eyes.The hands sway the puppets of infinity,they try to hail home closer.The mind eats into me,they ruthlessly try to disrupt the harmony and bleed my namesake into surrender,but they fail ,neither will give up,i am the used,i am the user,i am between myself.I am still wondering about me and my true reality,one thing is for sure,i will lose mortality when i find the reality,let it be soon.Mortality is lost,when sense of reality is found.

May the world be in peace.Home is not far away,the darkest night,is the last of winter,the coldest water is one before the hot.Let the world exist at it should,let every man reach his harbor and let every flight end at home,may the world be in peace,i go to sleep....

He didn't trust anyone.No one could be trusted ,they all were the same.He felt like an alien,like a disguised cat among dogs,always fearing that his cover would be blown and he would be torn.Every now and then,he came across people who were a little like him.He used to feel very happy,his face would lighten up and he would serenade his audience with true tales and his two faced life.he would then learn about the other alien too.Those moments of joy were unimaginable.But then they didn't last forever,at least the happiness didn't.The other person would either move on would just become the 'others'.

Even though you would have found him alone most of the time,he did liked to talk.In fact,if he got going,there was no stopping him.Yet the way he was treated and the injustice he had to face,bogged him down;The added bricks which were not of his own make,caused his back to bend.At first he would cry himself to sleep every night,hoping that someone,somewhere would hear him.He used to talk to himself,he used to talk in his sleep too,he created his own 'ideal' people,whom he moved and hurt and loved the way he wanted to.he slowly got engrossed into this fantasy,in which he was ruler of destiny,the lord of the universe.

It is not that he didn't believe in god,but he did lose faith in god.He asked god to show him a miracle and since he didn't see any,he concluded that there was god.So having no purpose and having no one but himself,he learnt to enjoy his loneliness.Very few people dared to enter his world,even if they ventured,he didn't like the human presence and killed them and with a dirge buried them.

And so like this he turned 14.People ignored him.When he talked no one ever heard him.He hated his school life.He didn't know what he wanted.He used to sit alone and stare at everything around him.It didn't matter where he was,no one would disturb him,even if he sat in the middle of a 'group' no one would notice him.It was almost like,he didn't exist.And he never got the idea of a group.He had never been in one to know the sense of belonging,to him the people were the walls,they closed on him when ever they pleased,they moved an ocean apart,when ever they felt like.But when ever they did move apart,more walls came up.It was as if,he was being taunted.Like a scared child,he hugged on to his world,like the last of a specie he tried to save himself,even though he knew the end was inevitable.

And the end came.The pressure grew,until one day he decided he didn't want this world.He didn't have anything,to him the world was evil.Why what was 'virtue',was this it? Was this humanity?he hated it all.He locked himself in a room.He thought of his decision to kill himself.He thought about everyone in his life,he thanked them for everything they had been.He forgave everyone.And as he decided to end it all,the miracle he had been looking for came.A light,the long tunnel had a light at its end.It was unlike any light he had ever seen all his life.It told him,not to do it.He didn't understand.He paused.He questioned the light.The light told him he was the progeny, that he came from a great family and that he had a purpose.Everything till then was a challenge,a test.It was he who had chosen this way to enlighten himself.He still didn't understand,but he was curious,he decided he will give it a try,after all,he didn't have anything to lose-except his life.And well if something would throw light on to his life,why not bask in it?

And the light thought him,it led him.enlightenment was indeed this.
All are god.All are me.I am all.he realized that there are so many things.he was not the only alien ,there were lots of them,but being aliens they were rare.He learnt so many things,which he had never known.When you go to a new place,you watch the people and observe what they do,he did that.he understood the basic nature of humans.He understood his own emotions.and even though he was sitting under the light,there was a shadow.His was his loneliness.Your shadow is your greatest tutor and so loneliness thought him things,yet your shadow lets you down,your enemy knows that you are there.He knew he couldn't control the shadow,but at least,he can concentrate on the light,it will give him a solution.

A betrayal.

Then suddenly darkness came.The shadow took over again.The reign of darkness spread and all that was good seemed red.He felt the old pain,grow inside him,he left his life going back to square one.His experience thought him that this was test,but he wasn't sure if he wanted to take it.But then at 15 he was wise,wiser than the other kids.He aimlessly roamed the darkness.he had a match to strike and light up the light,but he didn't couldn't find any place to light the match.The darkness grew,like only darkness can.

the darkest hour is before dawn,and words became his dawn.One fine day he picked up his pen,from then on,life became life.He understood the light was him.He appreciated it.he loved it.yet there are moments in his life,when darkness sets in again.It eats him,like how it spreads when the sunsets.But since he was the light,he quickened the darkness,so that he quickened the dawn.

In between all this,he had learnt to break the walls.he broke and created them at his will.He was not scared of the world,but then having known loneliness as it is,he knew that those moments are something which will make you rich.His pen was his sword and he was not afraid,you sometimes fled from a battle so that you don't taint your sword.The walls he knew,were like all on earth-a boon and a bane-both were of the same,but it is what name you lend to them-god or devil.

What will his life be?What will he be in the future?

No one is a mater of destiny,except us.But have a shadow within us,which we might watch so that we don't become our own walls.We our the only once who can summon and we are the ones who can be summoned.We have the right to choose and we are the choice.Everyone and everything has a voice and its purpose is not just to make some noise,but to tell you about what you are and your choice.No one is to be blamed.Everything is right ,as everything is the same.What is a crime?What is a sin?Every wall has a weak spot within and once we strike it,there is nothing of it except its remains in our memory.

When you build your walls,remember where is the spot,so that you can guard it when you have to and also break it when you need to.No wall is too great.A wall is a tool like everything else.You are the creator,preserver and destroyer of the tool.Use your tool,the way it is supposed to be.There is a light within and none can destroy it. Darkness is a phase,when light decides to show you its other face.Your eyes might pain,if you keep looking into light,so cool your eyes with darkness as it is as sweet as fire is when compared to water.

Be yourself.Don't be afraid to break.For if you don't lie,truth has no meaning.