tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20667262702184538792024-02-02T17:49:57.518+08:00@ Moulmein HighEverybody wanna try to box me in
Suffocating everytime it locks me in
Paint their own pictures than they crop me in
But I will remain where the top begins
Cause I am not a word, I am not a line
I am not a girl that can ever be defined.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-48350154992397118862014-10-20T02:53:00.003+08:002014-10-20T02:53:51.803+08:00October 20, 2014HI! I'M BACK in 2014!!<br />
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Could not believe it that I've survived this far. I know I'm still alive, but i mean i just could not believe that numerous events has taken throughout the past two, three years?<br />
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I'm rushing to type this because I had a sudden urge to open my blog and type out what I'm feeling. I miss the boyfriend, of course but I'm not gonna talk about him here.<br />
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I'm just going to jump right in to what my intention was to be here. Anyway, I just wish I could turn back time to where I was in primary and secondary school. I had reminiscence about the past today and it's both happy and quite disgraceful. The one that made me so furious was the time when i was in primary school. Got bullied terribly by my own neighbor whom was in the same batch as i was and was embarrassed by her in the school whenever she got the opportunity. We were both in the same CCA and most of the times she took advantage of the fact that I'm her neighbor, she could spread rumors about my family to her whole clique. To be honest, I was furious and embarrassed at the same time. I could not do anything as i did not have much friends in primary school. Apart form her, I was also terribly bullied by another neighbor who lives a block away from me. She was the prettiest girl in school, and you know where I'm going with this. I literally experienced what everybody have heard or seen before in the teenage drama movies. The things that they did to me back then was unbearable and i can never forget what they did to me.<br />
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Oftentimes, my family put aside their fuse and helped them when their family was in need, I mean both of their families! But I keep wondering how could they ever do such things to me in school? I was betrayed, fooled, and embarrassed publicly numerous times. Sigh..such terrible memories. If i was given a choice to return back to time, i would definitely stand up for myself despite not having the looks or the brains.<br />
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Talking about returning back to time, the only time i wish i could have was when i was in secondary school. secondary school days were AWESOME! It changed my whole life and everyone was nice to me. Definitely, i was still bullied by a group of clique which i wrongly chose. I literally got stuck and betrayed entirely. I really wonder why i got bullied so easily. Apart from that, everything was good despite the childish relationships that i had. Great memory with my band members, my classmates especially when graduation was nearing and my close friends that i had that create such memorable times with me.<br />
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For now, time has actually got me and i have to say it made me a different person. Maybe because of the boyfriend that i'm with or maybe because of the clique that i have now. All i want to say now is that i'm truly grateful for what i have right now. Although there are still mishaps in my life, and currently things aren't going as good in my family, I wish that i could tell all the people that i love, that i truly love them and appreciate the littlest things they had done for me. Supporting me through the graduations that i had from secondary school, making it through poly despite not wanting the course that i truly want, graduating from poly and having my love one watching me receiving the certificate on the stage, and now sitting for examination in university.<br />
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Things are so much harder now. There's not much time on hand and i keep falling every now and then. Hence, the reason and my purpose for this blog is to remind myself to see the changes i've made. To see what the people around me are, right now, to appreciate every single one of them because they aren't like those bullies.<br />
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Be strong, Casebella and insyaallah, you'll make it through thick and thin.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-79268408865356910362014-05-19T20:27:00.004+08:002014-05-19T20:27:37.062+08:00 Be A Good Man, Because A Woman Will Never Forget How You Treated Her<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.56em; margin-bottom: 1.09em; margin-right: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
Saw this online and i couldn't wait any longer to post it. Credits to the person who actually wrote all this.</div>
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<span style="line-height: 1.56em;">"Too many of you say that women do not really want a nice guy. You firmly believe from your bad experiences that most women actually enjoy being treated badly. I can assure you this is not true.</span></div>
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Your words and your actions can have effects on a woman that will last her a lifetime. That cruel comment you made about her mother, that day you were so angry you called her out of her name, those times you ignored her for no reason at all, the times you chose not to text or call and decided your friends were more important than she was, the times you didn’t open her car door, or walk her to her front door like a lady, she carries those in her mind. And she carries them over to the next man.</div>
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Women remember every nice thing you do or say in the same way they remember every pitiless thing.</div>
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When you are good to a woman — even if it ends for whatever reason — she will always remember you. You may never know that, but she will. She will think about the way you made her laugh or the way you dried her tears. She will remember the way she could speak to you for hours. She will remember that you made her feel like a woman, that even when she was wrong, you still made her feel like a woman. You will be the standard for all of the men in her life that follow. If they can’t compete with you or do better, they become bottom of the barrel. You are the man whose shoes no one has yet to outshine. Continue to be that man because there is a woman who is going to adore you and appreciate you for everything you are worth.</div>
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A woman may choose to stay with a man who treats her badly because she fell in love with him during a time when he was pretending to be pleasant (somewhere in the beginning stages of their relationship). However, she won’t last with a man who is malicious for the rest of her life. Over time, every mean or hurtful thing that man does will begin to build up inside of her like boiling water.</div>
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That woman who was once in love and who once catered to her man’s every whim will begin to fall out of love. She will become less caring, and less nurturing. Her heart will grow colder. He won’t see it, not until it is too late. He is blind and will continue to mistreat her. An ignorant man will seal his own fate. He will think its okay to treat his woman this way. She loves him so she is sure to stay. That man has no idea that his woman has an icy storm brewing inside of her heart. Where love once lived is a heart now torn apart. She loves him so much or so he believes. He knows she will stay, but what he chooses not to see is her mind has already broken away.</div>
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So you have an option. Treat your women right or don’t, but when you end up alone and can’t figure out what was the matter just remember that woman whose heart you shattered.</div>
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You can never take away the words you said. They will live with her until the day she is dead. So watch your words and be kind, not cruel, or you may end up sad and lonely.</div>
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There is only so much one heart can handle; only so much one girl can handle before she breaks.</div>
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Most women truly do not want much. It isn’t a lot to send her a good morning text. It isn’t a lot to call her on your free time. It isn’t a lot to take her out on dates and spend one on one time with her. It isn’t a lot to watch your mouth. It isn’t a lot to treat her like a woman. She will love and adore you for it.</div>
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There is a saying that whatever you give a woman she will give you ten times more. That saying couldn’t be truer. So if you want to be adored, and spoiled and loved, you must stop being vicious, selfish, and rude.</div>
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Nice guys do not finish last. Truly nice guys get the girl in the end. At the end of the day, no matter how much money you make or how many muscles you have, a woman looking for real love is going to find her worth, along with a man who deserves her. Your money will be spent, and your looks are sure to go, but if you have a good heart, love can flourish. So be the nice guy or risk losing your women to men who are far better than you ever could be.</div>
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This does not mean that you allow yourselves to be treated badly either, but it means opening your heart to good women. It means being a compromising person. It means being forgiving, and nurturing… the kind of man who would make a good husband and father. Do not be a doormat for a woman who does not appreciate you; however, if your woman loves and adores you, be kind because if you don’t, you will lose her in the end."</div>
Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-76512162083953339092014-05-19T17:30:00.000+08:002014-05-19T17:30:27.465+08:00Same SameI used to be with a guy who told me to tell him everything. To tell him when i want to eat, to tell him when im hungry, to tell him what i exactly want.<br />
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Now, when I'm with R, he isn't exactly the kind who wants me to tell him everything. Well, he didn't literally say it, but it's obvious you know. When I say that I want this and that, sometimes he changed topic, sometimes he cares, sometimes he don't. Sigh.<br />
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Now I can say, both guys and girls can be difficult.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-63344436018541354442014-04-25T19:43:00.005+08:002014-04-25T19:43:59.498+08:001/2 Thru' 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What it seems like forever. Hi there.<br />
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I really have no idea why I stopped writing. Time was on me all these while and I always wished my brain can automatically transfer my thoughts here. Oh wait, i don't think that's a good idea. You may never know, some things are better not said, right?<br />
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Well, life has definitely make me a different person now, maybe not someone which I wished I become, not yet matured (as some might said), but I would say many things have changed and developed. But before I go rambling on my life, I want to say a BIG CONGRATULATIONS to myself because I GRADUATED! I couldn't feel any ecstatic, really.<br />
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Okay now, moving on. I have met many lovely people within the past years when I went missing from blogspot. And this lovely person includes my one and only one, Abdul Rasid. I have never experienced such relationship with an older guy like him but I would say, I appreciate how maturity brings me to who I am now. Apart from the love of my life, I became closer to some and may have create some foes or should I say, didn't really impress everyone else. Not gonna say about those cos it's not interesting, trust me.<br />
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I am now waiting for my University application at SIM and i'm really praying that I can get in, inn shaa Allah. The only reason, or maybe one of the reason why I wanted to continue pursuing my education was because of my parents and also to prove my relatives that I can do it!<br />
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I will never forget what someone did to my family who criticize us because of our poor financial. Never forget! Hence, it made me realize that this gives me an opportunity to do whatever i can to show to everyone that no matter how your family's financial crisis are, you should never give up on trying to do what you can to make your family proud. That includes either through education or success in anything else.<br />
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I think my thoughts are drained out now. To be honest, while I'm typing this, I feel like I'm in gossip girl, but just without the gossips. You know what I mean? Heh.<br />
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Goodbye for now, and god knows when else I will write again. Bye bye.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-80702618941737728122013-04-16T17:35:00.002+08:002013-04-16T17:35:48.690+08:00Never Seem To Be Enough<div style="text-align: center;">
if only i could give you what you deserve.</div>
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if only i could put in enough just to prove it to you.</div>
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if only you could tell me it was all wort it.</div>
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tell me i've done enough.</div>
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tell me i've worked hard.</div>
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tell me that you're proud of me.</div>
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cos that's all i need.</div>
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that's all i need to hear from you.</div>
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that's all it matters</div>
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as long as i know you knew.</div>
Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-43160916926858827032013-03-16T01:49:00.003+08:002013-03-16T01:49:54.764+08:00Luck?what did we do to deserve all of this? is it all just luck? whether you're deaf or hearing, tall or short or if you can create art, so much of what defines us is all dumb luck. i want to do more with my dumb luck and i don't know how. i mean obviously it's also because of fate. because of what that has already been written for us. but what can we exactly do to accommodate all of this?Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-25901835528580820742013-03-14T13:05:00.002+08:002013-03-14T13:30:00.999+08:00How Much More?No matter how well you do, that number just won't go up. Too bad for doing so so so badly during 2.1.<br />
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Okay. I'm sorry. I feel like I should rant and i wish i could just call someone i know and just share them this news.<br />
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I've just got my results, or maybe already gotten it like an hour ago through the SMS service. Took a few seconds for me to actually dare myself to look at the SMS. ANd when I did, I just couldn't stop smiling and thanking Allah for everything. Yes, I did pretty well, Alhamdullilah. Got 2 B, 2 A and a distinction. Who wouldn't be happy if they got a distinction for their exam! Well my expectations are not that high, i mean not even for ANY exams. But i'm proud of myself for working darn hard on this. I really want to pull up my GPA because I FAILED my accounting exam last sem which was really really disgraceful, upsetting, demoralizing and all the pessimistic words that you can think of.<br />
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The first day when I step into TP, I told myself that I need at least a 3.5. But look at where i've gotten now.<br />
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Oh wait, I haven't mention that the SMS didn't state neither the CGPA/ GPA. So i didn't know how much it actually increases it. Got home, checked my GPA and it was OMG! Fantastic. From 2.52 to 3.60. I was so jubilant when i saw that!<br />
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BUT! Then my eyes were hesitating to see the CGPA. But it got there somehow. Very disappointingly, it doesn't pull up that much. It's still below 3.0. Why is this so? I'm suppose to be celebrating my day with a good result and I've always wanted to get several As. I've got it, but I'M STILL FRUSTRATED for the fact that the CGPA is still very low!<br />
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Urgh! I've no idea how much a supp paper can bring down your GPA that much and that it is super tedious to bring it up again no matter how well you do. Why why why why why? <br />
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I really really wish i could just tell my mum about this, but she don't understand how the current education system's like. Neither my parents know. Obviously i can share it with Firdaus, but i really don't think he understands that much. I want to cry out so badly. I want to just say everything to someone, a friend? My mum? My dad? Or even my sister?<br />
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The saddest thing is that my parents never ask me about school, they never seem to be concerned about my results. So what if I just tell them my results, what will they do? What will they really do? I really don't know how much I should put in to show them that I am trying really really hard to make them happy. How much more effort should I put in? How much more should I prove them? How much more should I give in so that I won't feel demoralized being around with my friends who are what it seems like the smart ass in school? Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-26118759131823651822013-03-11T01:31:00.000+08:002013-03-11T01:31:01.818+08:00How Amazing Food Can BeI've decided to share my love for cooking/ baking here. I've been doing lots and lots of cooking/baking cos:<br />
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<i>2) i really want to improve my skills</i></div>
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<i>3) i want to cook for my family</i></div>
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<i>4) as well practicing now for my future family so that i can feed them well</i></div>
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<i>5) i want to go to ICI </i></div>
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<i>6) and of cos make people drool with the pictures i post. hehe.</i></div>
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So here it is:</div>
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1. Red Velvet Cupcake<br />2. Churros<br />3. Pan Fried Fish (sides: rice w/ tomato concasse and battonet carrots)<br />4. Baked Chicken on Mashed Potato with Spinach<br />5. Fried Oreo<br />6. Carrot Soup<br />7. Caramelized carrots and green apple with cinnamon<br />8. Bruschetta filling<br />9. Hearty dish; Baked Macaroni topped with sliced of cheese</div>
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10. Gingerbread Man Cookies<br />11. Keema<br />12. Fried Macaroni<br />13. Roasted Chicken<br />14. Lemon Meringue Pie<br />15. Potato Chicken Torte<br />16. Andes Brownie</div>
Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-62255979064120274192013-03-11T00:44:00.000+08:002013-03-11T00:58:31.146+08:00ConfessionsI think i have a confession to make. I kept thinking if doing this was the right thing to do, but hey, i'm doing it anyway.<br />
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So once upon a time, you called me out of a sudden and for no reason just asked if i was fine. Hell yeah i was doing fine right until you called me.<br />
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<i>"I was with my friends and then i thought of you."</i></div>
Oh really, I am grateful for that. But do you even hear yourself? Do you even think of what to say to me when you call? Or for most of the part, did you even think if it was right to call me after soooo long?<br />
Well, let me tell you what I wished I could have turn back time and say this to you.<br />
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Yes, why do you even call me. And you don't have the right to know how well i'm doing. Obviously I'm still living alive, and for the record, I AM HAPPY! I am jubilant and never felt better. But thanks to you, I realize how other's sympathy shouldn't be taken so lightly. And I know darn well even after that, that taking advantage of people and "promises" are so cliche amongst men. I'm sorry if i'm being too generalized but after much experiences, i've got to say what's right in my eyes. for days, weeks, months you never even explain your sudden mia and you expect me to pick up your call? i intentionally ignored your call for the first time, well other than having my hoarse voice and was about to go to bed, but i pretended that i was DREAMING that it was you.<br />
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i really wonder how you tell her about your life, about what you wished you didn't need to tell other girls. i should have just stood up on my feet and left on that day. but no! i stayed! and yes, even though you told me that i could go, but NO! i gave you my shoulder to cry, tried my best to endure all the pain for what seems like forever and even wasting my saliva to promise you that everything's gonna be fine.<br />
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thanks for making me feel like i am an idiot again and again. thanks for wasting my time. thanks for doing so much that i can barely remember anything except for crying and wasting my tears every single day. well at least, i'm not anymore. oh, and for the record also, i even recorded what i wanted to say to you if you ever want to talk to me about it. but guess i was wrong again, so i deleted it, and there it goes in my trash.<br />
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also, just wanna let you know, i was really happy when i know someone i love loves Allah. who never fail to skip his prayers. who never fail to not give up, who never put anyone or anything first other than Allah and whats more, who changed for the better. you were all vulgarities and you said that it was you and i have to accept it. but then as weeks past, you've changed. i barely hear it from your mouth. but what i remember vividly was your prayers which i always love love love to hear. your doa and you recitation. it never fails to put a smile on my face and i tried to follow your recitation. just as you know, you brought me closer to HIM and i thank Allah for that. despite all the nonsense you gave me, i still appreciate what you eventually made me become.<br />
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whatever it is, i'm done with what i want to say.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8904880154051972132013-03-04T22:40:00.000+08:002013-03-04T22:47:32.958+08:00This Is LifeHi again.<br />
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Yes, I'm currently having my holiday and waiting for my internship to start on the 18th. And yes unfortunately for me, that's the day when Demi is coming for her concert in Singapore; my dream came true, well technically, not like as if i can go, but I do hope so. To ponder about it every single time is killing me! You know, when your favorite band/singer that you've been longing for her/him to come to your country and finally they came, you just keep jumping all day long. But then after hours of that excitement you then realize that you can never go to the concert. You tried so hard to think of excuses or alternatives such as leaving the company and sacrifice everything else just to see them. Well, of cos I'm not that stupid to do that. It's my future I'm talking about. So I made up my mind to work hard, yes, sacrifice by not going for the concert, I mean there's no way for me to get there in time. And then, save all the money and travel to U.S to see her. It's my dream and I want live it.<br />
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Talking abut dreams and ambitions, I kept thinking about my ambitions of being an air stewardess. Every single time I go to Changi Airport, I can never stop looking at the stewardess and my low self-esteem just knocks my head saying that I'm not on par. I mean I do not want to give up that dream cos it's like killing two birds at once. I can travel(which is my dream, i mean i bet everyone want to travel) and also, i can look pretty and have enough money to build a family of my own. Okay, maybe the looking pretty part doesn't really count. But honestly, i really want it. Then again, I'm not sure. I kept asking myself, what's the point of chasing that dream when you've studied so hard and get a tourism/business diploma?<br />
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Recently also, I have been cooking & baking a lot, like really A LOT. And then suddenly I came to the urge of thinking, why not I take up a Culinary Degree. Oh wait, I forgot to mention about the tourism degree in singapore. Another unfortunate thing for me (and other of my tourism mates) is that UNLV, a university in singapore that accommodates for tourism students, decided to back out. So that means, there's no such thing as TOURISM DEGREE. Yes. I'm telling the truth. So for you people who are deciding to take on a tourism course, think twice. Unless you have a lot of money, you can continue and take up an overseas degree. Not for me, I mean very unlikely. But then I saw this ad online and I felt like as if this is a good opportunity for me. <a href="http://ici-luzern.com/en/">http://ici-luzern.com/en/</a><br />
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It's an international culinary institute in Switzerland. Looking at the page I felt like as if I need it so much in order to succeed in my career. If there's no tourism degree, the closest I can go is to get a Culinary degree. Not sure if there's any in Singapore. Oh my, I'm really depressed thinking about all these. Is this how 20 year old people feel? Thinking, depressing about their life, their future, career, family, money etc? Haish. This is tough. Thinking about it is so much tougher than doing exams! But thank God I've got not much things to worry about except for the fact that I think I need to change my number for my own good sake as well as my car license. Well, I'm hoping.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7505403592790115312013-02-18T02:47:00.002+08:002013-02-18T02:47:10.201+08:00Me?<div style="text-align: center;">
but then, maybe not? </div>
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maybe i shouldn't just follow what people tell me to do.</div>
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maybe i should stop being so naive.</div>
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i've got to listen to my heart.</div>
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and stop trying to please others instead.</div>
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that has always been my fault,</div>
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for letting others in before me.</div>
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i should focus on what i want,</div>
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be positive and chase my dreams,</div>
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my ambition,</div>
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my happiness. </div>
Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-13968138959338636672013-02-16T00:23:00.002+08:002013-02-16T00:23:30.861+08:00So Much Of "Hate"?I love Julia Stiles. Man her vocab in every show just amaze me. And I envy the way she speaks. She's gorgeous as well. And oh, I watched this old movie and there was this part where Julia Stiles read out her poem and it made me cry. <br />
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A poem from:10 things I hate about you:<br /><br />I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.<br />I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.<br />I hate your big dumb combats boots and the way you read my mind.<br />I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme.<br />I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.<br />I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.<br />I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't even call.<br />But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-59678989982186510802013-02-14T21:56:00.002+08:002013-02-14T21:56:50.524+08:00Haunting Me<br />
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So...lately I have been trying to study for my exams. yes, they are coming pretty soon but I've got only two papers man! I'm happy for that. I went out with Norul and studied with her at airport and I told her some things which I'm not sure if I was even ready.<br />
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I told her about my dreams and she knocked some sense into me. She said "If you could give M a chance why can't you give F some chances?" I debated and said that if I were to do that, it means I'm giving pieces and pieces of my heart to all guys. And that I am always giving them chances. And again, eventually I would be the one who will be taken advantage of, right?<br />
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Well, I kept thinking about what she said every second, every night, every single time when my head is empty. I can't stop mulling over it! She also added and as always warned me, "You should stop dating guys whom you barely know. And you know F for quite some time already. So give him some chance!"<br />
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Obviously it made me ponder even more. I can't think straight. And it somehow disturb me. But I do believe what she said was true. Part of me wanting to give it a try but another part of me hinders me from doing so. But I know F is a very good person. F & M were the only persons that I can say out loud that THEY ARE THE KIND OF GUY EVERY GIRL WANTS TO BE WITH. Cos they are really really really nice. Well, even though some people have a different definition for "nice", but still they are!<br />
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So, since I couldn't make up my mind, I decided to write F a letter. But now I'm still thinking if I should pass him that letter?<br />
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But I don't want to start a relationship. I mean not now. Not what I promised to myself. Urgh. Why is this haunting me again!<br />
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Or maybe I should wait for F to contact me again and then I decide if I should continue what I have planned or not.<br />
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#hatethisfeeling Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1667800525967278302013-02-04T00:34:00.000+08:002013-02-04T00:34:32.177+08:00Me and My Weak Immune SystemTold Noruls about my 4 days sickness and she mentioned that I need a very tough and strong man who can support you in future. I agree. Cos I am that weak when I'm sick. I remembered when I literally fainted right in front of the my void deck's lift when Mama tried to bring me to the doctor. I really felt sorry towards Mama cos she had no strength to carry me. But thankfully she had her handphone with her and called Abah right away who was at home taking care of Firhan. While waiting for Abah to get down she tried dragging me up and bring me to the nearest chair which was quite far for me at that time. I could only close my eyes and just wanting to lie onto someone's shoulder. Abah hurriedly came down with Firhan and he went to the nearest clinic to get a wheelchair, but they didn't have one. So he came back and called a cab. It was quite embarrassing for me because there were some primary school students in front of me eating cup noodles and they must be wondering.<br />
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I guess I am not that strong. But I want to be! I really don't know what I can do if my parents aren't around me if I'm sick. Who will take care of me? Who will carry me and support me? I always ask myself, why can't I be as strong as Mama. When she's sick she is still strong enough to do house chores. But why can't I? How come my immune system is so low? Why aren't doctors saying anything?Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7487212112746408712013-02-04T00:24:00.002+08:002013-02-04T00:24:49.424+08:00SickGreetings.<br />
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I'm still at this hour cos I feel like filling you up my dear blog. I have not been feeling well lately. Have been sick for the past four days or more. Was big headed and didn't want to go to the doctor when I knew I was sick. Prolong it even till Friday, when I had my Culi. I forced myself up on Friday because I know if I were to miss it, my whole marks for that day will be ZERO! So i got ready for school at 5am and Mama gave me $$ to take the cab cos she was afraid I might fainted halfway. I did and went to school as normal. After grooming check I felt alive still and was strong enough to laugh and gagged. Then during Chef Jason's demo, when we had to stand for quite some time in front of him, I felt giddy. Yes that signal that shows "you're going to faint soon!" I stand still, try to lean on the back of the pantry without the chef noticing, but I coulnd't bear any longer and straight away got his attention. Went to find a seat and obviously, all the service staffs gave me those stares.<br />
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Then I felt better cos Mr Chong was kind enough to get me the axe oil and i rubbed it hard on my forehead and my nose cos i need something to smell. After a few minutes, I felt better and went back to the kitchen to wash some root vegetables. Then went for a quick lunch and went back to the kitchen for another demo. Then again, when my legs stood rooted on the ground, it started to rumble again. I hold on to Kirene and she saw my pale face and get the chef's attention again! I quickly went to the "sick bay" chair again and rested. Ms Mark soon arrive and was another kind teacher to touch me and ask me if I was alright. Chef Joyce also arrived then and advise me to head home.<br />
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BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MARKS?? My heart yells.<br />
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The other service staffs were kind enough to offer me warm water, and ask if I was alright. Really nice of them. CCM students, good job for your kindness! :)<br />
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After several minutes of thinking and chef Joyce's negotiating, I agreed and she brought me to see Mr Tan before I could leave. Tears were at the brink of my eyes when he talked to me. And I'm not sure why. Maybe I was just afraid to lose the marks. I really want to do well this sem!<br />
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So I did went home and slept till that night. Mama woke me up and asked me to visit the doctor with Camel since she was having stomach ache and needed to see the doctor as well. So we both went, awkwardly.<br />
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Got home, ate medicine and that's when I felt shivers down my spine and I knew I would get worse. So I literally was bedridden for days and couldn't stand up by myself. Alhamdullilah, today, when Mama had to fed me with my medicine cos I can't even do that by myself and after hours later, I could feel hot blood gushing down. I was still a little shaky when I walk but manageable. Felt a little weak now and then when we ate dinner with my family as well as Noruls but thanks to Noruls strong masseuse hands I felt a little better. Insya'allah, I am able to go to school tomorrow! Need to submit my last project for this sem!!<br />
<br />Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-26383959832829362162013-01-20T22:44:00.000+08:002013-01-20T22:44:01.545+08:00Just Not The KindI'm not the kind of girl who will watch scary movies in theaters and expect a guy to be sitting next to me so that I can cuddle him when I freak out. Cos I'm just not a scary cat like that. But I like to sit in my couch or maybe lie on the bed and watch a movie, any movie with the one that I love. Laugh out loud, cry, eating tacos on bed and just do a movie marathon. I always wanted to experience that but because my feelings, my believe in love just doesn't seem to be visible anymore. I just don't trust people that easily. I don't have the most faith in relationship. Cos I've been there. I mean I'm pretty sure a lot of us have been there once, twice or God knows how many times. But people lied and they misrepresent themselves and put each other down. So tell me, where can I ever find that faith in love again? I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to hesitate and feel doubtful of myself every single time a guy approaches me. I hate it actually. Cos my heart will always tell me not to give in myself to them cos I know eventually I'm the one who will get hurt. I know, I said "I'm sick of getting hurt" again and again but it's true. I'm clueless myself for the fact that I don't even know what my heart and my brain or maybe my fate is telling me. I'm always in total bewilderment.<br />
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Well, I believe Camel just got a new bf. She's 21 so let her be. But hey, what will Mama and Abah think of me? I mean they expect us to get a bf and introduce to them. I always back off and say, "Oh no Mama. Not so soon." I just feel that I need a place right now where I can focus on myself. That being said, it doesn't mean I will stop liking people or love people. "I just need to feel okay with being alone first." As quoted by Miss Demetria Devonne Lovato. I hope I can keep up to what I want.<br />
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Oh, anyway, I was accepted by Jet Quay! And yes, I will be working in the airport. So excited for 18th March. Pray for me that my internship will go smoothly. Insya'allah. :)<br />
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Goonight.<br />
xoxoCasebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-15483249392629484922012-12-16T12:37:00.003+08:002012-12-16T12:37:28.320+08:00Head Over HeelsHave you ever feel your heart beats fast like as if it's going to explode anytime? Haha. I know I may seem to be exaggerating but really, I'm serious.<br />
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Anyway, it has been a long time since I update my blog, but here I am.<br />
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Back to what was mentioned earlier, have you? I'm pretty sure everyone does, especially those who have went through dates, or meeting your soul mate or even feeling nervous when getting your results. Well, I do. But this time it's not some ordinary guy that I meet, it's a... well I should not say now.<br />
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Every now and then, ever since I watch his acting, I fell in love with him even more. Such cliche. I know. But this feeling is really weird and something new.<br />
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Well, maybe I should say now. Or I beat about the bush and make it seems even more complicated. It's a actor. No, it's not TL but it's LMH, I mean Lee Min Ho. Yes I know it's all weird of me liking some Korean guy which everyone have already fallen in love with him, but I don't care. I just want to say this out. He's curly hair, his stern look, his bossiness in BOF and most of all his smile. I'm telling you, I'm already getting goose bumps right now. Hahaha. It's really really weird, I know. But every single night before I go to sleep, my hands will scroll the mouse to view a picture of him that I have saved in my dekstop and give this happiness in me. Not only that, but every morning the first thing that I think of is him. OH MY! What has got into me?!<br />
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Even falling for TL wasn't like that. I never crazily feel nervous seeing his hot body pictures. So why LMH? I really wonder. This feeling is like as if I'm going on a date with him. BUT NO. It's just some idol that everyone falls head over heels for. So stupidly, out of all idols, why must it be some Korean guy? Oh, let me tell you why I started to know about this guy. I have been watching some Korean dramas these days. And please, don't judge. I know I said that I hated anything that got to do with K-POP but that doesn't mean I hated their drama. So, since it was my hols, I decided to watch interesting dramas like "Playful Kiss" where the famous Kim Hyun Joong is the main character. I did find him cute and cool but wasn't that crazy. Then I watched "Boys over Flowers" which everyone have already watched way long time ago except for me. That's when I fell for richest, act cool character; Goo Jun Pyo (LMH). It's not because of his money obviously, but because of he's character in the drama. <br />
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In the drama, his trademark is his curly hair. He is used to do whatever he wants and whenever he wants and often offends others with his aggressively direct personality. However under his tough exterior, he is actually a pure hearted young man. Guess I must have like such personality in men. Hehe.<br />
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These are some of the pictures that I can't resist;<br />
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This scene is the last few scene when Goo Jun Pyo came back from U.S for 4 years and before he left, he asked her (Geum Jan Di) to marry him. She said that she will think about it only after he come back and become a real man. SO SWEET!<br />
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With all that, I should not prolong this meaningless blog just to talk about him. He should just rest in my dreams.<br />
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Well, then. Adios and hopefully I have the opportunity to write some more.Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-61715398051266614612012-11-01T14:37:00.002+08:002012-11-01T14:37:25.508+08:00DeleteGreetings.<br />
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It has been forever since I last update this blog. There's nothing to share, really. Okay, no. It's a lie. Everyone have something to talk about everyday. But the question is can we talk about our everyday stuffs to everyone? Guessed I treasure more friends now and that's why I'm lacking behind in writing here. But that's alright. This blog will not be eradicated. It's like my life. It has all my records which I may forget, well obviously I will cos I have a really bad memory! But hey, at least I'm noting them down. Even the negative ones.<br />
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School has gone for almost two weeks already and oh my SSM! Geez, it's not that easy at all! We're all trained like some NS men. But it's okay! I like it that way. It's good for our future, right? And oh, I have yet to start my Culi, which is coming this Friday. Excited? Hmm...rather complicated. Some people prefer SSM, some say Culi's better. So which is which? Well, I've just got to wait till the day comes.<br />
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Several things happened for the past couple months like Spooks and Bibik Mai's family visit our home and classmates etc etc. But I just don't feel like there's a need to type everything down.<br />
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Before I end this blog for the day, I just want to say somethings.<br />
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"There's a reason why a delete/ unfollow/ unfriend" button's available." It's just a click away. Well you got to choose the right person to follow and not misled you to some misery or some strangers that only follows you on the social networking site right? What's the point of having us in your friend list when you don't even communicate with them? You want to stalk them is it? Well, basically that's the only reason why they remain friends online. Question is, if you were to see them outside, in real life, do you ever say "hi" to them? Or do you walk away? At most, you're just an acquaintance.<br />
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Don't blame me for "deleting" you away. Just ask yourself why the other party is doing so. Rather be safe than hurt. Protect yourself, comfort yourself and not see things that will spoil your life. Do you get it? Haha. I doubt so. I've no idea what I'm saying. Bla bla bla.<br />
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Adios. Still in school doing nothing.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Another day at home and yes, I made another Italian dish with a little bit of Singaporean taste. Because there were some uncooked </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">leftover</span> pasta that I used yesterday. And since Mama planned not to cook today, I'll cook something for my family! </span>But eventually only my siblings ate them because Mama don't eat other pasta except for Macaroni and Abah didn't eat cos from the look of it, he thinks that it's too spicy. (Scroll down to look at the final outcome) And indeed it was! But we love spicy, except for him though. So here it is:</div>
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1) Diced one red onion, chopped 2 garlic and chilli padi.</div>
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2) Sliced up about one cup of beef (You can replace it with chicken)</div>
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3) Meatballs</div>
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4) Lots and lots of vegetables </div>
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5) Heat up the wok and add olive oil.</div>
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6) Once it's hot, add your red onions. Keep stirring and wait for it to caramelized.</div>
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7) Once the onion turn a little brown, add in the chopped garlic. </div>
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8) Cook them until the garlic turn a nice brown color (but don't burn it!)</div>
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9) Then, add about one cup of chilli puree (the more the spicier)</div>
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10) Add about 2 tablespoon of ketchup (if you have tomato puree, you can use them too)</div>
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11) Stir them and add salt </div>
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12) Leave the puree aside and start frying your meatballs. You want it to have a nice brown on all sides of the meatballs. Be careful not to overcooked it or under cook it. Your love ones won't like it! </div>
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13) Once done, drained the remaining oil and your meatballs are done!</div>
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14) Your puree should start to give that nice aroma. Pour in your sliced beef and chilli padi.</div>
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15) The reason why I put the chilli padi early because I want the puree to absorb the spiciness. If you don't like it spicy, put this at the last stage. </div>
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16) Make sure your beef is tender in order for you to move on to this step; putting your harder veggies and pasta in. </div>
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17) Add your softer veggies, parsley, meatballs that you've previously fried and secret ingredient; Italian Herbs! Stir and make sure you give it a taste. If something's missing, it's salt! </div>
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And here's the result! Fettuccine and Meatballs in Spicy Homemade Sauce.</div>
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I started off my day quite late today, as usual. But I make this day another special day for myself. Since I'm in Culinary for my elective, I realize that there's more to just knowing how to make salad and simple dishes. Soooo, I step up my level in cooking and chose to make pasta instead. I already know how to make the tomato-based pasta, fried pasta and fried macaroni, but I've never tried the healthier pasta sauce or do you call it dressing? Then, I got the idea to make use of vinaigrette as my base! Vinaigrette is a mixture of oil and vinegar and sometimes flavored with herbs. So I went to Northpoint to buy my ingredients; Olive Oil and Italian Herbs. Italian Herbs is a mixture of marjoram, basil, red bell peppers, rosemary, oregano, parsley and thyme. It is a suitable herb for pastas and barbequing. So basically those are the ingredients for the base, and if you realize, I didn't mention anything about vinegar. I didn't buy any vinegar cause I thought I would have it at home but to my disappointment, I don't. BUT! Thankfully I bought Tabasco while doing the grocery shopping. So it was kinda a replacement for the vinegar. </div>
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Let's move on to the steps on how to make this delicious pasta. Very easy! Hehs. I know I cheated again! How can I keep making the easiest dishes when I need to learn how to make more complicated one to prepare myself for Culi as well as to be a good wife?! Haha. Okay. Here it is: </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) Boil water with 1 tablespoon of olive oil.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) When bubbles formed, drop the fettuccine in the boiling water. </span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">3) While waiting for the pasta to cook, we shall make the dressing!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">4) Pour about 2 tablespoon of olive oil into a bowl and add the Italian Herbs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">5) Once the herbs have been added, stir it well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">6) Next, add ground black pepper. Quantity depends on how much "kick" you want it to have. At this step, you can also add in crushed chilli flakes to give that additional spice to it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">7) Then add in a pinch of salt. Stir them again. Now, your dressing is done!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">8) This step is optional if you do not want to add anything to your pasta.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">9) I used steamed vegetables that include broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, spinach and tahu. I also added in prawns since there's no meat in this dish.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">10) Your pasta should be cook right now. It will take about 15-20 minutes to cook but if you want it to be softer let it boil longer for about another 5 minutes. <span style="color: red;">But take note, don't boil too long or your fettuccine will break and it won't look nice anymore!</span></span></div>
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Hope you enjoy this simple dish. I did not get any recipe to make this. It's all up to my own preference. That's what I believe. When it comes to food, you are free to your own choices. Customize them to meet your own needs even if you get recipes online or from your mum!</div>
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This has been my another greatest achievement. Well, honestly, every single time I managed to make a successful dish or baked something that I never thought I could, it IS in fact my success. But I have not yet meet the greatest of the greatest success. Maybe I will discover this in Culinary soon. Let's just wait and see.</div>
Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-76857554285663383182012-09-29T23:45:00.000+08:002012-09-30T00:33:46.905+08:00This Is My SpaceI don't want to make this sound so cliche, but I really think this is true. You cannot love the person who tries to change you. Even
maybe if the person don't change you literally, but when you feel like
there's a need for you to change yourself to fit into his/her needs,
his/her desire, then stop. Stop loving the person. That's not what you
are. If you were to change yourself you'll regret it. Cos eventually
he/she will just leave you. Either tell you straight in the face, text
you "Let's remain friends" or maybe just disappear like a silent
treatment. That will not give you any good. But trust me, even though
that change is not good, there's another side of changes that you'll
make for yourself. And that is, realizing how cruel some people are,
realizing that you're never good enough for any relationships, realizing
that love doesn't exist. And even sometimes, some people just don't
realize it yet even after numerous heartbreak over and over again. Even
after countless advice given by their love ones, they can never realize
the real world that they're confined in. That's fate. That's your life.
You've got to live with it. If you think there's a need for you to
change yourself to fit into your "partner" needs, don't. Instead, change
your perception to the things you see. Change yourself for only
yourself, and not others. Don't try hard enough just to please them.
What's the price? You won't get anything out of them especially if two
hands don't clap.<br />
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This is just some things I wanna share. Some
things that I've been wanting to write but my hands or my mind isn't
allowing me to do so. This blog here is very open, thus things I share,
names that are mentioned, it's exposed, although I don't expect anyone
to read my blog. It's just a space for me to write down my feelings. Cos
this is the ONLY place I can let it go. Let go of all the frustration
and sadness and yes, of cos I would like to share my happiness as well.
But please, don't destroy this. Don't destroy what I have here. This is
my ONLY space. Be it for my own benefit or even for others. <br />
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And
sometimes I really wish I could inspire someone else. Or save someone's
life, although I did, by donating my blood. But hey, I don't think
that's enough. I want someone to look up to me and say "Hey, I respect
you and admire for your personality." I really do want people to say
that. I don't care what others might think, "Oh, you've got such a big ego!" But
honestly, I'm pretty sure many of us want to feel that way. I wish my
brothers will someday say "I wish I'm like you." Aspiring people,
especially my siblings is what I want. But it's not easy.<br />
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Also, I may just quote some cliche phrases somewhere in the internet and
bombast them to everybody, but when I do that, I really mean it. Maybe I
don't really have a sense of originality to use some bombastic words or
sentences that catches everyone's attention, which I don't want to. And
I wish I have that ingenuity in me. But that's me. Maybe my sense of
creativity only comes when I do Art. So please don't blame me for not being smart enough to write just short lines to describe what I actually wanted to say. Cos I can't do that. I'm the person who love to write lengthy lengthy essays and I wish I can never stop, sometimes.<br />
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That's the reason why I start all
this. The reason to why I start blogging. Because some people just don't like to hear me talk my way through about things that I want to share which may probably waste hours of their time. Oh, wait, let me reiterate the word, HEAR. Cos not everyone can hear
anyone.<br />
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Goodnight. ❤<br />
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I went out again, today, with Shu Wen & Chloe to Tanjong Pagar. Weird place to go but there's a reason why we went there. Yesterday night, while I was sneezing away, Shu Wen texted me and asked if I would be free the next day. I was free since the GBB was cancelled and asked her why. She then called me and it was Chloe talking telling me that SW dropped her camera, a brand new camera that she bought it like at the beginning of the month. OUCH! I know right. They decided to asked me if I could accompany them the next day to the service centre cos the warranty is very strict and they wanted me to tell them off that it wasn't any human fault that made the camera dysfunction. They said it was because they weren't daring enough and mentioned that I'm fierce so they're expecting me to support them. Hahaha. At that moment, with my hoarse voice, I laughed uncontrollably. Hahahaha.</div>
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Okay. So we met at Tanjong Pagar, where the service centre is. And we were rehearsing lines to give a white lie to the staff there because SW just found out that there's a crack at the body of the camera! DOUBLE OUCH! That would be so obvious that it dropped! So after much rehearsing, we went in the room and talked our way through with the staff. To our astonishment, the staff found another crack at the lens. After much analyst, she just said that the charges incurred would be $12.65 since SW just bought her camera, otherwise, it would be $44++. We then had our drink at Coffee Bean while waiting for the camera to be fixed. After awhile they called and mentioned that there's more to just a crack. And eventually, the cost that is needed to be incurred would be around $170 despite having her warranty and she have to wait for about 2 weeks to get her camera fixed. I felt sorry for her and I really could not talked myself through so that SW do not need to pay a single cent. Really sorry. </div>
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Afterwards, we were so lavished cos none of us had our breakfast. We decided to eat at Manhattan Fish Market @ Marina Square cos I've been dying to eat there. No one has brought me there! They were being the sweetest and the nicest and agreed to have our lunch there. All of us had Fish & Chips and oh my, the price of that one huge dish was really cheap. $7.90 + $1.90 of free flow drinks. Cheap right? And look at the gastronomically looking dish! It's huge! They had the one piece fish that cost $5.90 and we regretted not choosing that cos we thought it wouldn't be filling! I did not really finish the fish but hey, at least I'm not Manhattan's virgin any more! Haha!</div>
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Oh, let me tell you! The restaurant there is overload with staffs! Staffs and more staffs, what they call themselves "Sea-cret Agents", are coming into the restaurant despite having so little customers. We were like only the third group of customers coming in for within 4 hours, maybe? There's barely anyone there! Well, not only at the restaurant! Marina Square is like some ulu area already! I hope they renovate themselves and get people come to that shopping centre. Otherwise, what a waste of land! (Since when I'm being so political?)<br />
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P/S My throat is still in a bad condition. How am I going to tell M on our singing meet-up tomorrow? HELP!<br />
<br />Casebellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-64316804097772719472012-09-26T20:15:00.001+08:002012-09-29T23:38:05.491+08:00F1 Experience<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes. I'm finally back from my hectic schedule. Well, I'm not over with them yet. Spooks coming up next and I'm still in need of my rest. But whatever it is, I need to work!</div>
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So how's F1?! If you did read my posts, you must be excited to know how's my experience. Okay, not. Well, no one cares. I'm just blogging myself not for any intentions or hoping someone would read my blog, or maybe I do. Maybe some big artists or some random stranger from UK or US is reading my blog. That will be absolutely fantastic. But nah. Okay, back to my point.</div>
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F1 was great! Really! Although my feet hurts insanely, I did enjoyed my time there. I was able to get so much experience from the 3 days event! What I like about it was that when I was working in Paddock Club (Zone 1 where all the patrons there paid the largest sum of $$$ to watch the race!) was that I was so immune to the type of patrons there. I mean, about 80% of them are the angmos, or better phrase it; Caucasians!! Yes. At first I was thrilled because I could see so many of them but after the first day of work, it felt like as if I was in their country or something like that. And oh, that was just part of the fun part. The second part was that I was given the opportunity to see so many artists!!! That is the top list fun part! I saw some of the Miss World Universe of China, Angola, Malaysia, Singapore, USA, Australia, Ukraine, New Zealand and some other. Then on Sunday night, the last day of the race, Imran, one of the assistant co-ordinator told us that Katy Perry will be visiting the Paddock Club at about 6-7pm. Obviously all of us got so excited and sacrificed our time standing outside and skipped our dinner just to wait for her arrival. I was initially placed at the Lifestyle area, so... it was very unlikely that I would be able to see her cos it's away from the main entrance. Then Wei Sheng locate Fazilah, Syaz and I at the Welcome Area right after our dinner, meaning the main entrance. The three of us were so thrilled and kept looking at the time to expect her to come. </div>
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Just in time about 8 plus, I saw two police motorbikes parked right in front of the main entrance and I told myself this is it. Katy Perry's here! The next moment, a huge black car stopped and I watched carefully at the beautiful legs that stepped out of the car. Just like in those movies where you see beautiful woman stepped out of a car in slow motion effect. Hahaha. I looked from her shoes, to her dress and all the way up to her face. Indeed I was right! It was Katy Perry standing in front of my eyes and I jumped in ecstasy!<br />
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Too bad we could not hold our phones with us while working so I could only rely on my eyes to capture that moment seeing the amazing Katy Perry LIVE!!! She was so beautiful in real life and oh my, she's freaking tall! I could not stop looking at her and I just wished that I could run to her and shake her hands. Oh dear. If that was my reaction towards Katy Perry, I wonder how my reaction would be like if Demi Lovato or Taylor Lautner were to come visit S'pore!<br />
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That was not it! Well, I was still located at the main entrance where we need to scan and punch their tickets and also tag a wrist tag on their hand. While Katy Perry was at the Paddock watching the race going on, we were just doing our usual work. Then came four Caucasians. Tim approached them and passed them their tickets. It definitely mean something. They got the tickets for free and from their look, they look like they're from some band. They approached us and I had to do the tagging on their hand. We kept wondering whether they're are The Pretenders or some other band but we could not get the answer. Right until departure time, when I approached them to asked where they're heading to, one of my friend mentioned that they're the Maroon 5 band members without Adam Levine! I was O-M-G! I could not believe I just tagged them and touched their hands! Aaaargh! At that moment I just felt like screaming! Well I did, but no one could hear because the race was still on!</div>
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This is my team which I've worked with them for the past 5 days. From left, Vivenne, Yi Ning, Me, Jun Cho, Norinne and Trish.<br />
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P/S After all that screaming and talking at the top of my voice to interact with the guests during departure, I totlaly lost my voice yesterday. Despite that, I was still able to enjoy good food at Swensen's Changi Airport with my beloved family and guessed what. I fell sick right in the morning today, BUT my sore throat's got better! Alhamdullilah. Hope that I'll recover soon cos there's still so many activities to do!!</div>
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I'm back! Gonna do a quick posts on all the food pictures that I took. Well, that's me. When it comes to good looking food, I'm just fingers away from clicking my camera. Enjoy and droooooool!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I posted this éclairs from Delifrance before. Oops!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my favourite Korean dish from Banquet @ City Square Mall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chicken Cannelloni from Pizza Hut</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baked Mussels from Pizza Hut</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Laksa Aglio Olio from Swensen's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Firhan's Soft Shell Crab Fried Rice from Swensen's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Firdaus's Sambal Grilled Fish from Swensen's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Urgh! These meatballs from Swensen's is as nice as those from IKEA's!! Love them!</td></tr>
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(You can compare them with the one @ Pizza Hut, I prefer the ones at PH though)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banana Crumble with Peanut Buttercup Ice-Cream from Swensen's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And finally...Durian Ice-Cream Mooncake from Swensen's as well.</td></tr>
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Hehs. I just love how I just have to use only one effect for this. And oh, I soo need to buy a new beanie because that only beanie of mine is getting lose.</div>
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Anyway I watched this yesterday with F and it was really a great show! And I cannot imagine that F reminded of my fractured leg dance incident when he saw the Step Up Rev trailer. LIKE SERIOUSLY! Out of all, he remembered the part I fell.</div>
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Afterwards, we went to SPOTLIGHT, because I wanted to buy my DIY items but eventually only got the papers for my study table. However, to my dismay, when I got home, the papers were not enough to cover my whole study table! Boohoo! It's really expensive and now I really don't know if I should get another packet or use that papers for something else. I'll post the pictures of the paper soon. It's really pretty but 5pcs of A4 size cost 20 bucks. Yeap! It's that expensive.</div>
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Okay moving on. So we took a long journey back home sitting from Marina back to Yishun since F wants to know so much about my story! Grr! And eventually got a rating of: BORING! Cos it's the same old story of mine. And oh! I accidentally spit my saliva on him for a couple of times when I was into sharing my stories. Haha. He deserve it for not really paying attention when I'm story telling!</div>
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Then went we arrived, guessed what, he gave me this and said "Happy Belated Birthday!"</div>
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It was actually wrapped at first, but only got my shocking moment when I opened it at home. Yes! I totally didn't not expect that. Because initially when he handed me that, I shook the present a lil and thought it was some art materials like maybe colour pencils or something cos it sounded like one! Haha. No offence. But to my amazement I saw this pretty pink box and yes, the watch. Oh, let me tell you how much time I struggled to open the box. It was really hard. Only until today morning, when I took a look at it again, I finally found out the way to open it. Stupid me!</div>
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But, anyway, look at it. It's pink! But! It must be pricey! Cos it's from ice watch!!! I really couldn't say anything else but to really thank him and yes, a little credit here in my blog. Well, thanks again!</div>
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