侵袭

大雨小雨 时而侵袭 时而哭泣

还以为滴答滴答能像以往洗掉尘粒

不客气地吸吸那股气味

愿它会不断地在鼻孔旋转来回

好不好让它掩盖痛的滋味

痛的是 你从来不懂我的痛 

See through

Sometimes its kinda funny to see through someone who acts like he(she)'s gonna make a fool on you!

This is life, people jealous and envy. They do. You could do nothing but fake a smile and move one.

And I wish the best for you.

Pottery Class

Growing up, I was never an artistic person. I could barely draw a house with right ratio since I was small and this makes me a shame girl at times when I need to submit any art class homework/ assignment.  I even gave up learning organ; that makes one of my biggest regret in my entire life.

Then now, I question where did I get the guts to even choose pottery class for curriculum activity of the semester. Well, I was way too excited to indulge in clay. Alright alright, now I am gonna show you some of my "masterpiece"!

 It was my first ever production and was done by the pinching method. The teacher commented that its final touch up was nice but lacking of the fine factor. I agree!

Then, I made a heart-shaped one and I personally love it though it was not perfect nor creative.

These were done my Mr JY: 

These were done by Miss Mun:

By Miss Shyan:

I like their fine coiling clay!

My coiling clay: 

 This picture shows way better than it looks like in real, the coils are uneven, told you I am not that talented!

Yours truly with her errrhemmm masterpiece!

Was patiently doing some touch ups!

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After one and a half hours, chiang chiang:

 I know right I was kinda of slow, but here you are.

Will work hard on the slabbing method during the next class, so stay tuned for more updates!

Early Breakfast @Gusto Cafe, Penang

Gusto, hearty or keen enjoyment, as in eating or drinking; Gusto Cafe, a great news for Penangites living in Tanjung Bungah area. 

I did not know this cafe until the aunty invites me to join her for a 'Bacon' breakfast. Well, I am not a meat (bacon) lover so I wasn't expecting any excitement from the food but merely a nice gathering time with the cousin.

As you can see, the cafe is loaded with both locals and Caucasians; sharing table is even needed to fill every seats in the cafe.

We ordered three sets of America style breakfast- Bagel, Bacon and Egg (comes with coffee or tea) and another set of English Breakfast.

 Coffee

Tea

Here comes the breakfast:

 Bagel, Bacon and Egg- RM12

 English Breakfast- RM15

The Bagel, Bacon and Egg strike me the most, especially the bacon and the bagel; the bacon was well- seasoned and the bagels tasted like a homemade one! 

Now I can proudly announce that I am a bacon lover, but maybe only bacon from Gusto Cafe? 

They do serve lunch after 11.30 am, and I would want to give it a try. This is a place for you if you are a American/ English style breakfast lover.

Cafe Gusto: 4 Jalan Sungai Kelian, Tanjung Bungah.

(closed on Sunday).

Hours :

6.30am – 3pm. Monday to Thursday, 

6.30am - 5pm Friday

 8am to 5pm Saturday.  

阿嬷Otak记

明天要回大学了! 不舍；除了不舍还是不舍。 但是， 这篇绝对不是emo post okay!  再加上下午， 系友们传来个好消息， 就是老师答应把考试延迟， 所以下午以后我就无所事事。Opppsss， 内疚-ing。

我说了，回家最幸福的事情之一， 就是吃阿嬷煮的满汉全席。 在这里我觉得我有必要+ 强调阿嬷的血里流着一些Nyonya的优良品种，这就是为什么阿嬷那么入得厨房。其实 我想说的是， 我是阿嬷的宝贝孙女，我也同样流着maybe 10% 的Nyonya 血， 所以我也入得厨房（以后）， 出得厅堂！

话说前天早上，当我还在睡梦中时， 不竟被厨房传来的吵闹声吓醒，我只好皱着眉头离开那张磁铁床，毕竟人家才刚回家， 想说可以睡个迟些。 但这绝对是可英明的举动，因为阿嬷和姑姑在prepare Otak- otak! 

当我起身时， 她们已经准备得七七八八了，所以来不及询问那些珍贵的secret recipe + ingredients, 但我一定会学，因为真的很好吃。阿嬷万岁！

照片如下：

毫不保留

几乎每个夜里的这个时候， 我正躺在宿舍陌生的床上； 幸运的话，我熟睡了； 要不， 脑海里正尝试妈妈传授我的入眠好方法- 放轻松， 从头到脚。

今晚，我好累， 但不舍得入睡。

乘搭了五个小时的巴士， 带着两个月没回家那份期待的忐忑， 家里果然不曾让我失望。 

我喜欢一到巴士站就看见胖子老豆在等我， 然后我们总会在回家路途上聊个没完没了。 他总会带我先打包我最爱的鸡腿面线， 再回家享受那份冷掉了还是很好吃的晚饭。一回到家，迎接我的总是弟弟。 我会由头到脚打量着他； 以前我会说“你怎么又胖了？”， 现在我却会笑着说“你又长高了！”。

没错， 我是家里个子最小的。

我想我不介意的， 反正我也习惯了。 反而看见长高了的他，我知道，他应该吃得饱， 穿得暖。  

公公婆婆是家里的两个活宝， 我想我是幸福的。婆婆欢迎我回家的方式， 除了烧了一顿晚餐，还有她那张小小的嘴开心得关不住的模样。他们的头发依旧半白， 但爱从来不增减少。

我爱的人们， 原谅我给的太少， 拿得太多， 原谅我的自私， 原谅我不懂得拿捏。

 若我有能力， 我想停住时间，把我能给的毫不保留。

好累好累， 但我还是不舍得入睡。

Dear You

This is always the moment I terrify the most; terrify, fear, afraid. Any negative words you would want to substitute, my feeling is beyond them.

I often question myself, why did I make the choice I made years ago? Even you question it. You always do. But the optimistic of mine answers it. There's a sound that gives me a hint, telling me that when God shuts a door, He opens another. I knew it. Somehow I think it was the right decision made, for you, for me. For both of us.

330 kilometers costs three hours and a half, and also the much appreciated effort. And this is something in you that has made the distance shorter, and the heart fonder. 

You are the only person in the world, other than my parents, that will give your love to me wholeheartedly. And as I always say, you are the most precious gift that God has blessed me with. 

Dear you, everything you do make my life worthwhile.