I do believe I'm not jinxed...

Remember the line in Peter Pan, "I do believe in fairies...I do believe in fairies...I do believe in fairies"? Well...I do believe I'm not jinxed...I do believe I'm not jinxed...I do believe I'm not jinxed...

I DO!!!

Well...I'm flying back to Oklahoma today...and my flight will NOT be canceled or delayed...and my baggage will NOT be lost and sent to the wrong airport. Why? Because "I do believe I'm not jinxed".

No seriously, I've used up my share of airport bad luck. I do believe I'm not jinxed. I do, I do, I do!!

*breathes*

Charcoalbread men

Yesterday, I made Charcoalbread men...

...but that was after I made their fairer counterparts...

So here's the story:

I was bored, so I decided to amuse myself by baking them little critters...take note that I'm still at my brother's apartment...and he doesn't have a hand mixer...or a proper mixing spoon, for that matter...

But as I said, I was bored, so I gallantly stepped into the kitchen, armed with an over sized bowl, a flimsy egg whisk, two butter knives and a salad-serving spoon. I told myself that if pioneer women could do it 100 years ago, so could I. But then I forgot that pioneer women probably didn't have time to bake gingerbread men.

Needless to say, after adding everything together, THE DOUGH STILL WOULD NOT STICK!!!! So I started adding the wet ingredients and mixing and adding more wet ingredients and mixing until the dough looked remotely like dough. According to mum, it's because I didn't cream the butter and sugar with a hand mixer...

Anyways, the end result was a super dry and crumbly dough that would not cooperate with me...but I managed to produce something which was good enough for me...anyways, I was so tired that I left the last batch of cookies in the oven...and went to take a shower...and it was an hour later when I realized that I had made charcoalbread men.

I'm a culinary genius.

*bows* ...thank you, thank you...*wipes a tear away* *bows again*

Dear those...

Dear those who are going to sit for A-lvls this week,

I hope you aren't reading this...coz it would mean that you are not studying and visiting my blog. But if you are reading my blog...I want to say "jia yo!" Don't stress too much, you'll will do fine. But if you are stressed, here's a one sided conversation I had with God which might encourage you...=)

"God, I really want XXX for SPM. But I know I can't do it. What I want and what I deserve doesn't match up...but you know what God? What is enough for You is enough for me. And if what is enough for You is not the results I want, that is OK with me...more than OK actually. Thank you God. Amen."

And I left it at that. Inside, I was cringing because I was scared that "what was enough" for God was going to be waaay less than what I wanted. But in the end, the results belong to God, not to me and not to you. So people, God bless you in your exams...and have fun!

love,
An A-lvls drop out.

Parked at The Brother's college

My dorms are closed till next week...and until then, I'm parked at The Brother's apartment at his school. So...this is his apartment:

Bedroom: top bunk is his.
Living area (1):
Living area (2):
Kitchen/Dinning area:
Not bad...no? Yeah, I can't believe I'm blogging for him.

So it was a 4 hour journey from Chicago to Grand Rapids...there were 6 of us in a mini van...with no less than 8 luggage bags, 1 box, 5 backpacks and laptops...Over here, The Brother and I are considered *ahhem* small...and thus, we were designated to the back seat...so there I was, squished between a big bony box and a bony big brother...with a cabin bag under my feet and a backpack on my legs...for 4 hours. It was...interesting...

Anyways...we got here in one piece (maybe because there wasn't room for more than one piece of me)...and everything is really pretty...=)

A walk to remember...

Dad wanted to take a walk around the lake...in the freezing cold...so Dad, Dave, the Trudels and I trooped outside...

Me, dad and David...mum is missing *wails*

Dad, me, Alissa, Aunty Jeannie, Jared and Uncle Grant.

Dad wanted to walk on water...he had to settle for ice...

My kor and Dad

My temporary roomie and me.

Okay...so Aunty Jeannie is Aunty Sue's sister...and we are staying with them for 3 days...it has been a load of fun...and good food...and good fellowship!!

Pictures and Food!!

So I'm at Aunty Sue's sister's house...with david and dad...and dad brought food and pictures. =D

FOOD!!!! *faints at the whiff of muruku*


And he brought my file full of photos...and here are some of them...

CF: Form 2

CF: Form 3

CF: Form 4

CF: Form 5

Family: 2000

Family: 2005

One of my favourite photos (Yoong Jie's masterpiece)...

...the lighting was awesome man...

Happy New Year!!

In 2008, I...

January 08

..started A-Levels at MCKL.

February 08

...attended grandma's funeral.

March 08

...nearly died laughing at my SPM results. God has a sense of
humour...

April 08

...got accepted into Calvin College.

May 08

...got chased on a manhunt at Sunday School Camp.
...studied for A-levels at Sunday School Camp.
...sat for the first 6 papers of A-levels.

June 08

...got accepted into University of the Ozarks and OCU.
...freaked out about leaving home.
...decided to go to OCU.
...freaked out about leaving home.

July 08
...freaked out about leaving home.
...passed my driving test!!

August 08

...got an allergic reaction to shopping.
...freaked out about leaving home.
...left home.
...found out I could survive on my own.

September 08
...did nothing worth mentioning here.

October 08

...became legal. That is, I turned 18. I'm not an illegal immigrant.

November 08

...started my first job.

December 08

...sat for finals.

...sat in an airport terminal for 14 hours.
...froze to death in a Chicago winter.

...at least I think I did all that...I have a shocking memory...

Anyways...we celebrated new years with MORE PIZZA...Mamma-mia and Prince Caspian...Lets start with the pizza...we had Chicago-style deep dish stuffed pizza...which was exceedingly fattening *bulgy eyes*...one slice can cause a cheese overload...trust me on that...

Then we had an oestrogen filled movie: Mamma-mia...which I thoroughly enjoyed...I can't say the same for the 2 college boys who were stuck watching it with us though...here's a comment I found amusing, "Ooohhh...I can't believe I just saw menopausal butts shaking!!"

...so of course we had to balance all that femaleness with a good dose of swords, blood and gore, and we ended up watching Prince Caspian...and of course the song "The Call" had to make me feel all mushy inside...thanks to Jo who played that song the day I told her I was leaving...*whacks jo*

So...happy new year!!