Crossroads

Life is what you make out of it.

You could choose either to continue living as how you did 20/10 years ago and thinking what might have been if ....

Yes, if. One syllable word that would make you stop, halt and think, leaving you on a crossroad.

A crossroad between the safest way or the road of desire chasing your dreams.

A crossroad between the happiness of your children at present or painful steps but will lead to a better future.

These, from a woman who thinks too much would stopped her chasing her dreams. Until she realize that ... life is what you make out of it.

Santa is coming to town

This is my cupcakes after being 'on-leave' for nearly 1.5 months.

I like my Santa but I think I should have the moustache much thicker

This reminds me of a joke told by my 9 year old son:

Mama, tell me Mama. What goes Oh Oh Oh?

Hmm -- Gosh I don't know Syuk? What is it?

It's Santa moving backwards ...

LOL

Selamat Menyambut Maal Hijrah :)

I'm BACK!

Bonjour!

Its been quite some time since I last baked (and wrote) :)

Now I am back, feeling excited and inspired with new ideas... Nothing is more refreshing than a good holiday ..

As you would have read (or seeing my pictures ehem ..hehe) I went for my graduation in London, and took a slight detour to Paris.

Paris -- a place where I told my friend 'the place where you find peace, where it took all your worries away and as if you have reached the end of a rainbow'.

It's so beautiful, the people are all laid back -- no rush, and you can take your time going from one place to another. Their architecture represents their history and I was amazed of how they have had kept them in good condition after all these years.

Anyway not all are pretty. On our first day, my friend was picked-pocket by a group of young sweet teenage girls. It was so fast! They could even zipped the bag back as if they had never opened it!

She lost 200 Euros + 200 Pounds + 200 MYR -- gosh! Luckily she did not kept all her money at one place. That was the ugly part. But it also witness a true friendship.

One of our classmates had generously extended some cash (on loan) to my friend. Friends like him are hard to find ~ and it all started with MBA - International Business Cohort 10A.

The rest of the stories will be continued later, probably at the pictures I posted below.

Until then, bye.

London

UEL

Graduation Day @ Barbican Hall

Beautiful Paris

In this beautiful city of Paris

When love could come in a breeze

Wherever I see, men, women lovingly in two

And woke me up from my dream where nothing is true ....

It was a 7am on Saturday morning and there were less traffic on the streets. After long hours on the plane (don't ask me how long, I am still confuse on the time conversion), we have finally reached Paris. A place where I only dreamt of setting my foot onto, much to the overwhelming fact that I was about to be there for 4 days.

As excited as I was 18, on my first day in college, the same feeling appeared again... I was tired, but my mind refuse to rest. I looked out from the window, feeling amazed on everything I saw.

The french taxi driver drove us from the Charles Gaule Airport into the highway. It was Autumn, and the leaves had fallen down leaving some on the branches, with faded yellowish green. I looked in awe ... even the willows look so great to me.

We passed by few hotels and some small towns and later into a street where we saw something like a car boot sale.

Interesting! Quickly in desparation I spoke to my friends, 'Hey we must come here!'.

'Yeah' Mary said in agreement.

I took out the small translation book from my bag, "Poo vay voo mur lur mon tray sewer set cart" (Can you show me where is this onthis map?) Tried very hard to sound French .. but to my disappointment, the driver laughed out loud. OMG... I must pronounce it wrong and meant something else... Goshh okay I gave up, feeling embarrased.

Suddenly Mary exclaimed from her seat sound something like "que cela" meaning What This? With a sign language showing the street.

A.. Paaa something something. Trust me remembering words you're not familiar is such a chore!

Then finally we reached a street called Rue La Fayatte, to the hotel where we stayed.

IBIS hotel, that's the name. The rooms are all with en-suite, too comfortable for a budget traveller like us.

EURO 99 per room that is .... hmm okay my subconsious calculator automatically translate that as RM500. Wow ... looks like its not so 'budget' at all.

Well our Big Boss classmate paid for it in advance of course, with a big relief to us then .. (but not so ...when we were back hehe)