How things change...

Had a chance to go to KL for a very very short trip recently. Nothing much, but managed to go on the customary Komuter ride to MidValley. Heard in the papers about the "Women only coach" but it's a different thing hearing about it compared to experience it. I was pleasantly reminded of this by the signs on the railtrack floors.

Perhaps I went on a workday, so the crowd was very thin. Not much jostling. I'm not sure if that's because it's a work day or if it's due to the "women only coach". I believe it's because of the former as there's absolutely no doubt in my mind that women can get crazy! What bugged me though was the fact that the "guard" of the "women-only" coach was a guy! I'm not sure what is the reason to this choice. Is it because, any male rascal trying to ride the special coach would be afraid of a male guard (and would totally ignore the warnings of a lady guard) or is it because, there's simply no lady guard available. I had to secrectly take this photo - I wanted to show the pink label on the Komuter's window to prove to you it's a women-only coach :)

MPH in Midvalley used to be one of those places that I love to go to get my Churchy books and resources. I needed some stuff from there and marched purposely to where I know I would find them (time was tight on this trip). Lo and behold!! What greeted me was not the familiar, but instead heaps upon heaps of resource belonging to my Ishmael cousins were proudly on display. With a heavy sigh, I asked where the section were relocated to, and further disappointed came when I saw that it was at the furthest unwanted end, with only a sorry, minimal resources left.

It's different now. It's almost scary.

Moist Coconut Cake

Another "moist"?? I can hear you say it. Really. I can :)

I can across this recipe and it looked very interesting to me. Wondered how prominent the coconut would be in the cake. So decided to give it a try. Now, it's a well known fact that it's hard to find buttermilk in Kuching. Just impossible. While this recipe does not require buttermilk, it called for sour cream. When I set my heart on this recipe, I didn't know sour cream is another "hard-to find-in-Kuching" item. But it was. Kept a look out for several weeks and one sweet evening, just as I was about to give up, and while just strolling in a supermarket (yes, I like to stroll in supermarkets!), this fella shouted my name. He was the only tub left - as if he was reserved for me. I gladly picked him up and rushed home to bake the long awaited cake.




The verdict? The cake was indeed moist - the texture, somehow reminded me of something - but I couldn't recall even for days after. But one day it clicked that the texture was quite like the local Bingka Ubi Kayu. It was dense, but in a rather lovely way. One thing I was disappointed about was how little did the coconut stand out. I would have wanted more coconut taste, but it was mild in this cake. The lovely coconut smell didn't really come up as well - very much the opposite of this - where you would immediately be surrounded by heavenly coconuty aroma. Too bad. Given a chance (when I run out of things to bake), I might bake this cake again. But I will put in more coconut and see if the smell comes up.

GoodBye Football Legend

He is dead.

He was a legend in his own league.

Bye Paul.

Law of the Society

Etiquette.


Wiki says this...

Etiquette is a code of behavior that delineates expectations for social behavior according to contemporary conventional norms within a society, social class, or group.

Okay, put all those akin to "which spoon / fork is correct to use?" issues aside, there's GOT TO BE a certain code of behaviour - be it written or not. Things like chewing with one's mouth close, not putting on one's music till it bothers other people around, not SHOUTING when one is supposed to be talking, covering the mouth when one coughs, drawing the line between being "cute" / "loveable" vs. professional in the office environment, etc... all these - there's gotta be a rule governing all these right? Right??


While I'm not the perfect etiqutte queen, I am on the verge of insanity over microdetails I know I need to close one eye to. It BUGS me, it REALLY does. God help me.

Buttery Goodness

Who knows Kjeldsens, please raise up your hand? OK, ok... wrong questioned asked... who does not know Kjeldsens?? What? No hands up?? Wow.... :)

Well, actually, not surprising huh? Almost everyone knows these Danish buttery delight. These were a luxury in our home when we were kids - and it's still now considered a luxury (you can't deny it IS expensive right?).

So, what do you do when you crave for some buttery goodness, but am tight on a budget? You BAKE your own butter cookies of course :)

Over at our Bits and Bites, these cookies are being described as...

… Traditional, simple, down to earth buttery goodness with every bite…

I made these recently, not for own craving, but as gifts to give away - a token of appreciation for my team who worked really hard to make an event a success. Me, being the typical me was very indecisive as to what to make or when to make or... if I even should make.... or... if the recepient will like them. But then, I thought I'll just make them anyways... So I started out the project at 8pm. Made 2 batches of dough and by 12.30am, I was done packing them away.

Cookie dough, pressed cookie dough on sheets ready to be baked and cookie gun. The cookie gun is from my mom's time... I think it's about 36 yrs old now. My mom keeps her things really well. Notice the different designs one can choose from? Those are just a few from the many.

Here's a batch just out from the oven. Cooling down on wire rack before transfering to air tight containers.

When I was young, one of the designs I loved to press out is the above. I told Mom, we need to make these design because it looks a lot like rugby balls. Dad would definately love them as Dad was playing rugby in those days, was my logic.

Here are the cookies, packed ready to be given away, with a note written on each tub especially for each person.
There was I think about 6 pcs left after the packing so each of us got one piece. Comforting muchies. I heard that the recipients (and their family) loved the cookies ;-)
And I love my team (and am truly grateful for having them).

Tale of a King with 4 wives

Once upon a time, there lived a king. There is no need to mention how rich he was, as truly, a king would definately be rich. This king have four wives.

As in most cases, he loved the 4th wife the most. He gave her all the splendor, the most expensive garments, robes, dresses that money can buy, all the finest jewelry on the face of the earth was hers. All the lavish food was at her command at her beckoning. He truly did love her the most.

But you see, this King loves his 3rd wife as well. She was so beautiful and the King loved parading her around and showing her off to the Kings of the other lands. Though the King loves her very much, deep down inside, he was worried that one day, she might leave him to marry others due to her astounding beauty.

The King's 2nd wife was the one that he could find comfort in. She was the one he turned to in times of troubles, when he needed advice and help. She was considerate, caring, patient, ever ready with listening ears and wise words.

What about the 1st wife? She was his most loyal partner. She was there all the time for him, but sadly, the King did not love her.

One day, the King fell gravely ill. He started to wonder who, oh who will accompany him in his dying days.

He beckoned his 4th wife to his side. He said - "My Everdearest, you know I have loved you the most and have given you all that you need in all it's splendor and much more. Will you dear, accompany me in my dying days?" She answered - NO WAY! and went away. The King's heart broke to a million pieces.

Then, he called his 3rd wife to his side asking "My Everlasting Beauty, you know how much I love you, how much we have enjoyed our time in neighbouring lands. Will you dear, accompany me in my dying days?". Her answer came - "NO!!! In you dying days and when you die - I shall remarry in an instant!". The King was devastated. His heart grown cold.

Then he summoned his 2nd wife, asking her if she would accompany him in his dying days. The every considerate wife kept apologizing profusely, over and over again saying "My dear, dear husband, I'm so, so sorry, please forgive me, I don't mean to hurt you, but dear, at the most I can accompany you will be till you grave". The King had no more hope in his heart when even his most considerate wife would not be there for him.

Knowing that he had neglected his 1st wife, the King did not have the courage to summon for his 1st wife. In shame, he knew that she would ridicule him at his death bed. Out of no where, he heard "I will follow you" and a shadowy image of his 1st wife, skinny and battered, came to his sight. His wife said "My dear, dear husband whom I love with all my heart. Do not worry my love, I will follow you whereever you will go". Truly she was his loyal partner. He said to her over and over - my poor poor darling loyal wife - If only I have known.... If only I have known that you are the one, I would feed you more, I would have loved you more... If only I have known...

Who is this King you ask... Can you guess? Well, it is you and I. Really. Don't you believe it?

The 4th wife represents our body. We care for it and we give ourselves the best - the best clothing, the best food, the best watches, the best handbags, the best shoes - anything and everything that's BEST we can afford. But, when we die, our body leaves us and all those matters no more.

The 3rd wife is much akin to our possessions - our latest gadgets, our status, our house, our cars, our accounts, all of which we are truly proud of and we love showing them off to those around us. But when we die, all these will go to another - they immediately "remarry".

The 2nd wife are like our family and friends. They are the most considerate, patient, forgiving, they are the ones we turn to in times of trouble. But when we die, at most, they can only accompany us to the gravehole.

Who then is our 1st wife? Our soul. Our poor malnourished, skinny, battered soul. We often neglect to feed our soul in our communion with Him. Unbeknown to us (or more like known, but neglected acknowledgement by us), our soul follows us everywhere we go. But there is still time to turn things over, so that we set our priorities right. So that we will not have to echo the words of the King - if only I have known.

My 2 handsome Kings - my son and nephew

Note: This tale is an excerpt from Sunday Sermon dated 17th October 2010 - see here for video of the sermon. Click on video sermons on the title "If only I have known".

How Blessed!!

Yes... she's been blessed. My White Beauty has indeed been blessed. I think she was given to me so that she can be a blessing as well.

Hehe... yeah... She's been dressed up many-a-times, that lucky gal. I was hoping to keep more photos of her adventures, but since I'm so stressed up with a Wedding Planning, I decided to show her off anyways :)

Right, so now you know I'm terribly stressed up... Am planning at the 11th hour for a couple of my youth who will say "I do" on 20.10.2010. Nice numbers huh? I'll set my target to 12.12.12. Two more years to go! You can do it Dy!!! :) Haha... as if. OK, ok. Back to reality... there's many more to be done. Details that needs the midnight oil and I can't wait for 21st October when I can finally get some of my much needed snooze! There's a long long long list of things needed to be done, but as Togs reminded me - yang penting durang kawin bah tu Dy. Okay, okay... I'll try to remind myself that along the course of the next few days. That's the biggest blessing kan? To be married (especially for these two highshool sweethearts)

Please pray for me peeps - for extreme amount of wisdom & patience especially for the next 6 days to come (and that I wouldn't look like a giant panda with my black eyes on the wedding day!) - hey, I deserve to look nice too don't I? :)

Have a great weekend peeps! Much love!

The fear of Cheese

Turophobia - the fear of cheese. Such condition exist. But no, the fear that I have is not the kind which will fear eating, smelling, or coming near cheese. It's rather fear of making & baking cheesecakes! Can you believe it?

When people finds out that I bake, they will ask me - what do you bake? Cheesecake? Chocolate Cake? Whilst choc cake is not a major problem, I will not even venture into making cheesecake. A few days back my Bestie gave me a link for a no-bake / no mixer needed cheesecake and I simply told her that I will never venture into trying to make any cheese related cake. Then, coincidentally, a few days later, my son just got to ask me with pleading eyes - "Mummy, can you make me a cheesecake?" I almost called the lady who bakes better-than-Secret-Recipe-Oreo-Cheesecake and beg her to come over to Kuching to bake for Noel! Thanks to her "not-in-the-mood-to-start-blogging-yet", I didn't have a guru to lead me through! Boo Hoo HOO! Haha. Well, the little one still deserve to be pleased, so onwards I march.

Even if I fear making cheesecakes, I've bookmarked quite a number of recipes related to it. This Ribena Marble CheeseCake is one of them. I love the fact that it's a no bake (thus I don't have to worry about water-bake method - whatever that is :P) , and that it uses Ribena - our well loved evergreen fav cordial. So, I picked this to be my ground breaking recipe into the cheesecake world.

I had to work with unfamiliar ingredients... Cream Cheese, Digestive Cookies and Gelatine... Nervous will be a fairly mild word to describe how stressed up I was.

The base layer was relatively easy with crushing the biscuits and mixing it with melted butter. Freezing needed an hour.

Then came the filling. Never. I have never worked with Cream Cheese so I didn't know if the consistancy was supposed to be this watery? Oh well, one need to proceed anyways.

This is a marble effect cake and with the mixture being so watery, I was wondering, how on earth will I get a marble effect. So I simply threw in the portion with Ribena and top up the "white"portion, then swirl around and tada.... Not bad eh? Refrigerate for 2 hours.


And because I do not have spring form baking tin and I was lazy to line my normal baking tray with aluminium foil / baking paper, I decided to just make the cake in a Tupperware. I think I should have used a smaller one and my base was a tad too loose when the cake was sliced.


The recipe called for a glass layer. The original blogger did not cover it up and she said it lacked the Ribena flavour, so I decided to go ahead with full recipe. Leave to refrigerate (I left mine overnight).

The next morning, I almost jumped out of bed wondering how the cake turned out. This is a very light cheesecake as it called for yogurt. It's a nice cooling cake - almost jelly like sliding down the throat. The Ribena gave it a nice sourish taste and the colours are freshing.


Brought 4 tiny pieces for the Loyal Guinea Pigs to try in the office - on the scale of 1 to 10 (1 being the worst), this cake got a vote of 8.5. Which is rather high for a first timer. Hurray! So, since this attempt was considered a success, I will now, venture more, into the land of the unknown and overcome my baking turophobia!

If we hold on together... Dy's side of the story

Don't lose your way with each passing day

You've come so far, don't throw it away

Live believing, dreams are for weaving

Wonders are waiting to start

Live your story,

Faith hope and glory

Hold to the truth in your heart

Last month, this beauty introduced the www. to her beautiful sisters and her wonderful choir team. I had the priviledge to meet this amazing group of energy (her choir that is) last nite and to listen to them belting out both a patriotic song and a motivation song. "If we hold on together" from The Land Before Time is now officially stuck in my head (in a good way).

Her Max... he is one of a kind. Really. A wonderful considerate conductor, one so musically talented, with ears of the leeches (he can even hear when someone steals a breath at the wrong places), one who knows when his team is tired - when to start and when to stop, one who motivates with his total faith in the group. His openness to share his story on why he chose the song seems to make his team ever more inspired to convey the message of hope and keeping the faith.

Her Kiko... a really good looking guy (so fair!!), sweet smile, magical talented fingers on the keyboard. Soft, shy confidence coming up to us and talking with us.

Her boys... such strong, deep, powerful voices. Voices with assurance that lulls one into a land where nothing could go wrong.

Her girls... Sweet voices, each face deep down inside telling their own stories, their own hopes and dreams, their own struggle through their song.

Put all these significant elements together, you get a wonderful team of "we-know-we-are-not-perfect-but-we-will-give-our-best" group. Really, when you have that kind of teamwork, what else can you ask for. All the best Young Ones. Hold on together and together, you will beat the other 3 teams! Go, tell your story!

Gotta hold on to our dreams. Gotta. Hold on together. With those around us, and most of all, with Him.

If we hold on together

I know our dreams will never die

Dreams see us through to forever

Where clouds roll by, for you and I

Majulah sukan untuk Negara

Right... so.., literally translated, the title would mean... "Let's advance Sports for our Country"... Would it mean that?? Haha... I don't know!

Anyway... you would know that Noel went for Tennis introductory session 2 Saturdays ago. For something different, last Saturday, I dragged myself out of bed to take him to the pool instead. My Uncle (Mom's brother) is an instructor at the local club (Waterpark a.k.a. Stampark) at BDC and he has been asking me to let Noel take swimming classes since 4 years old. Of course I'm all out to let Noel learn how to swim, but, but, BUT his classes are at 8am on Saturdays! Come on... Saturday is the ONLY day I can wake up a wee bit late and BDC from Matang is like... 45 minutes away! Can't blame me for delaying, right? RIGHT?? Hehe.. Excuses, excuses :)

Kung Kung had 8 kids for 1st class and 2 kids for 2nd class.

OK, so, knowing that it's the best for Noel, we went down to the pool on Saturday morning and he started his class. Since it's his own Kung Kung (grandpa), the usual 1 hour per session class went on for 2 hours instead.

Here's Noel taking the leap of faith - jumping into the water unaided

Kung Kung was really happy with Noel that day. He said Noel was a good student - very attentive, not afraid, up for the challenge and loves to compete. Noel absolutely loved the water and is now counting days for Saturday. He's a brave little one. His Kung Kung even took him diving to 8 feets down and he did it without batting an eyelash! But now, poor Mummy is stuck with getting up at 7am every Saturday!

Looks very pro here eh?

Here's the sad side of the story. It was fairly overcast on Saturday, that I took for granted no sun block is needed. Mr. Sun being his typical unpredictable self decided to come out to play at about 9.20. So, I have Mr. Blackie for another week. Yeah, yeah, I know... terrible Mommy! :)

See the lines on his hand?

When we came back home that afternoon, Noel's uncle (my bro) unexpectedly asked Noel if he wanted to go watch hockey. Something like the old team is getting together to play against juniors in a friendly. Of course Noel said yes. Since I had other stuff to do, I said OK for the rare-almost-never babysitting offer. So Noel had a sporty Saturday. No photos since Mommy was not around :)
Sunday came and when we got back from church, Noel saw his uncle taking out his hockey stick. Oh, I think I failed to mention that my brother used to play for the State team. I'm not sure how long it has been though. 10, 15 yrs? So it's this team that's coming back together for some games. Dad was not only playing, he was the State coach for so many years! Now... where does that put me? Hmmm... no comment! Hahaha.
Noel, obviously tired from the day before, actually needed to rest on Sunday. But he still asked if he could please, please, PLEASE go. Since these games don't really happen often, I said OK. And I went with him, since his uncle might be down on the turf playing.
And this will happen on the way to the Stadium when one gets too big hearted but is actually very tired....

We had fun watching the game. The seniors were.... well.... VERY good. That's the exact reason they were State players no? And though I've not met them for more than 10 yrs, they all still remember me :) The seniors were REALLY good and they basically thrashed the junior team from Unimas - till the juniors don't even want to play no more! Some of the seniors have put on weight, most have families and were tugging kids along but on the field, they were one. They played the exact same position, with the exact same graceful fluidity in which they played 10 yrs ago. One thing that struck me was they really helped the Unimas team while they were playing. Some had cramps, the goalkeeper leg pads fastened incorrectly, some went down for a save only to realise they need help to get up, one had bloody ears after a collision - they all were helped by the Seniors. I kept murmuring to myself - this is the exact reason they are called the State players.

We had a fun Sporty Weekend. Noel said he likes both tennis and hockey, but swimming is his fav. I'll be keeping a lookout on rugby games next!

Moist Steamed Chocolate Cake

I can't believe I have not done any post on this cake. Really, can't believe. This is one of the superb easy bakes. Easy and Yummy!

About a year ago, I met one of my cousin in a supermarket while buying some baking stuff. Then she told be about a simple chocolate cake that was yummy and oh-so-easy to bake. She said she will e-mail the recipe to me. Unfortunately, I reckon due to her busy schedule, the recipe never reached me.

So, not wanting to wait too long and with the beauty of the www., I googled "steamed chocolate cake" and a few came out. I tried one, and it was terrible. Took a long break and tried another. Nope, tasted fake. As I brace myself for yet another failure, I decided to give this a try. And yes, I finally found THE one. It's really really simple - with no need of the mixer and it's really really good - on it's own, or with the ganache. There's several version of the ganache, so simply try and pick which ones you like best. Most will go with melted chocolate + butter. I love this as it's a steamed version and the tecture is light and spongy. The texture enables it to absorbs the ganache really well.

I've made this a few times - for home, for gatherings, for the office, for orders (thanks Steph!) and the latest one was for a colleagues birthday. All with success I believe :) Once, I baked it for a farewell party at home and a girl (yes, 21 is still considered "girl") literally licked the container clean. Yes, it's THAT good.

Noel loves this cake, but I've not baked it for home for a long time now, since I'm hooked with buns at the moment. I guess, I'll have to wait for a "Mummy, can you bake me chocolate cake?" request to come before baking this for home.

Is it true?

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all

Chicken Mayo Bun

Yes yes, same old same old. Bear with me, for I am a person who loves tried and tested recipes :)





Made these again, but this time made them into "mini" versions (about 30gms of dough each - normal size is about 50gms each). And added frozen mixed vegetable instead of mushroom.

Here's the filing waiting to cool before mayo is added. Looks healthy no? (At this point, it is - but with mayo - no comment! Haha).



My craze came back in two folds. I started mixing at 7pm and done with dough for 1kg worth of flour at about 12.30am. We have a small oven, which can fit about 7 mini buns at one time. 2 batch of dough yields about 48 pcs of mini buns.

This handsome little guy went to bed at about 9.30pm that night and startled me at 10.30pm asking "Aunty, already cook your bun? No more hot? Aunty blow give Adel eat?". I'm glad I have fans at home :)

Stay and Play Tennis

Andre Agassi, Boris Becker, Pete Sampras… these are the names I grew up with as Dad and Bro were playing tennis during those times these guys were popular. Jane and Dawn went to watch the ATP Malaysia Open last weekend. Lucky them! Well, Noel and I had a taste of ATP too! What a coincidence!


The Sarawak Lawn Tennis Association did a promotion in schools the last few months and invited children to their introductory Junior Program. The programme is called Stay and Play Tennis. Noel got this notice a couple of months back and it has been on our notice board (a.k.a. side of cupboard) since. Not too sure why he wanted to go, but being one who believes that one should never say no to a child's interest, I went along with his excitement.




2nd October rolled along and despite it being a super busy weekend, we still went ahead with the programme. I thought the placed looked a bit runned down.

A little warm up to start the day. One thing good about Noel is he doesn't think twice about going to the first row or going infront in any activity. You can see him here, right next to the coach (Noel is in blue cap).

Group photo (I think it was for the press). The Ang Mo in the middle is the Junior Programme Director who came from KL (he's actually from Finland). The guy in blue is from West - lead coach. The other 3 guys are full time coaches with STLA (from Philippines).

Holding on to his borrowed racket proudly. They had new rackets to play around with on that day. Fresh out from the box / plastic. Too bad they didn't give each person free! Yes, yes, asking too much for the RM10 fees I had to pay! HoHoHo!

More games to loosen up the muscles I reckon. Noel kept running and running, I was starting to get worried! Haha!

Giving a try on the racket / ball.

This is our fav - he looks (and feels) very pro doing this serve. He's doing the serve - something like what Mikhail Youzhny did in his game as mentioned by Jane. Jane's captured Youzhny's serve beautifully!

Can you spot Noel? Can you also notice the number of volunteers on the court? I thought this was very good as they could give a lot of attention to the kids.

The programme ended at 12 noon! 4 hours of sun created this happy, satisfied, sun-beaten Mr. Blackie.

So will I send him for tennis lesson in the steps of his grandfather and uncle? Hmm... I'm not too sure if I want the STLA slogan to be a reality....

I will bring him to the pool this Saturday instead! Let's see if he can catch the swimming bug!

Scrumdidilyumptious

This is a bun shop that I frequent quite a lot before. Xiao Pa Wang I think is the name (or something like that - no idea what is it in English). The original shop is in Padungan and now there's a 2nd shop in Tabuan Stutong Baru area. This shop churns out the well loved Ham bun, Cha Sio Bun and a lot more. One of the discovery I made was their Chocolate Bun. It's chocolaty, light and fluffy at the same time.

Then, I came across this and started thinking if I REALLY could replicate such wonderful buns at home. So I gathered the ingredients and started working on it. This is another oh-so-easy-throw-them-all-in recipe. The exact kind of recipe that I love.

Throw ingredients in. Mix. Let proof.

Roll. Sprikle. Roll up.

Flatten, Cut.

Twist. Bake.

Devour.

The result? I will never, ever, go back to the store bought chocolate bun no more. Really. This home made twisted bun is absolutely wicked. It's almost like biting into a chocolate bar, but with some bun inside. The bun portion was soft and fluffy and remains that way even after a couple of days.

It's also very very easy to make - so easy infact, that I immediately whipped up another batch on the next day for my office mates. Each batch does not yield that much, so you will not be left with too many for too long. The only thing that I might need to work on is the twisting part. With the first batch I twisted them up and with this, lots of the chocolately sugary goodness that fell out of the dough so I decided not to twist them on the 2nd batch. But I do think that with the twisting, the buns becomes fluffier. The 2nd batch (untwisted) was quiet dense. I will need to work on twisting, with minimal wastage, so it will really be as Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory says- Scrumdidilyumptious!

Dry as a desert

My poor blog... My poor, poor blog... Sigh... What's this called? This... emptyness, this... mental block... this... DRYNESS... Writer's block I believe it's called? Yes... yes... that's what I'm suffering from at the moment... Sigh.

I have been extremely physically drained lately. I still bake every now and then, but just the usual stuff and not with the usual every-night-craze any more. The latest bake would be an Orange Butter Cake, last night, one the request of my dearest mother, but didn't have the energy to snap photos (and the lack of props propels me futher into my sea of energyless-ness [is there such a word?]). I'll see what I can do on the photo later tonight.

I was driving home on a rare day that I leave the office when there's still light and I saw this. Stopped my car at the road side and yet again tried to capture the beauty with my mobile camera - this totally does not justify the beauty - but it will do. The mixture of beautiful colours in the sky, the rippling clouds, the majestic mountain at the far end, the calming greenary, the steady and consistent promise of the street lamps makes the long road ahead seems bearable. I spent a couple of minutes more being still and quiet in the car, just to be in awe of the Creator. Just to be.

It's the sunset of the year now. It's almost ending. Amazingly fast. The busy season is back. With weddings, exams, holidays, meetings and plannings for 2011 whole year activities - both personal and church and Christmas coming up, everything goes into a frenzy of activities, every night is a meeting after another. This is just like all the elements of the photos above eh? All the elements that seen separately, might not be too pleasing to the eyes, but put together, makes us to just be still and quiet before Him. Because the long road ahead IS bearable, with our eyes focused on Him.

And I shall quote a dear friend "Next year will be much better than this year". Amen.

Happy Weekend Peeps. Lots love.