Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Last Gathering for 2010
Christie and I posing with WeiHon (our friend who just got back from Brisbane after such a long time)

Christie posing with Nooby, the star of the night! ATTENTION SEEKER!
The group photo of the night. Good friends whom have play important role in my life :) Thanks for the wonderful friendship all these years.
Sean definitely was the the professional "chef" of the night.
The ingredients for the BBQ
One of the most look forward gathering once I touchdown KL is yesterday's BBQ at my place. It was really all about spending time catching up with close friends. Thanks people for coming for the BBQ and it was a great night of fun and laughters and lastly I hope no matter where we are at, we could always keep in touch. :)
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
冬至快乐

December 22 every year marks one of my favourite Chinese festival - The colourful flour ball festival (I named it myself),
Honestly, after 22 years of celebrating this day I still don't really know whats the meaning or true history behind it.
All I know is i get to eat yummy colourful flour ball in sugar water..I like pink and green in particular without fillings.
In addition to this festival, December 22nd is also my parents wedding anniversary, so it's a double celebration. HOORAY!
p/s: The pictures show actual process of making those flour balls, it tasted absolutely yummy~!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
-Rudyard Kipling-
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