Food For The Soul.

Hi guys! It's seems like everyone's talking about the end of the world, 21/12/2012. Apparently, it's tomorrow. TOMORROW. NOW PANIC AND FREAK OUT! ARGHHHH! Hahahaha, I'm just kidding.

So before the world ends, I've went for a little retail therapy today! My momma, sister and I had Japanese meal, tarts from fruit paradise, paid for our clothes that we bought online, and last but not least, we went to this place ( haha, I'm not gonna disclose this place, it's my SECRET! ) to buy cheap and fashionable clothes. From auntie clothing to clothing that are in vogue, oh you have no idea how wide the variety is.

Look! LOOK! LOOK! Check out my photos and haul of the day!

A showcase of my handmade desserts.

I've been practicing my baking ( and cooking ) skills for quite a while, especially during this holiday.

From cupcakes to cakes to puddings to muffins, here, have a look! :D

Grandpa... How are you?

Picture taken during my birthday in September...

Dear grandpa,

How are you? Did you reunite with most of your good buddies in the clouds? 

You were and are a hero. You were a selfless man thats hard to find these days. I remember those good old days where you would bring us out for dinner together and go for a spin during christmas to take a look at the christmas decorations. When you got sick, your sons started to despise you no matter how well you treated them last time. When you deteriorated and needed someone to help you take a bath or carry you to your wheelchair, none of your sons were willing to help you and started to eye on your wealth instead. They were heartless beasts and have forgotten about being filial to their parents. They had forgotten that when they were young and did not know how to bathe by themselves, you were always there by their sides. When you wanted to go out, they always complain about how troublesome it is to bring you out. They had forgotten that there were a burden to you too when they were young and nevertheless you still brought them out. When you were about to recover, your third son came down to you and demand that you hand over your whole company to him or else he would burn down your factory. He even demoralised you and made you give up your will to live on. On tuesday morning when auntie called us and said that your oxygen level was low, me and my mom immediately rushed down to the hospital, hoping that we could see you for the last time. Who knows? Before we reached you had already left peacefully. That third son of yours was thick skinned enough to say: "There's nothing you can do. Just chant for him." Both me and my mom were so furious with him and sad that you had left us.  My mom had fed you slowly, half a spoonful of medicine at a time everyday because you could not swallow properly and me always trying to cheer you up. All our hard work had went down the drain because of him. His a killer, a murderer, someone that i would not forgive and does not deserved to be called 'uncle'. These people had forgotten that one day, these would also happen to them. Soon, they would also turn into a pile of ashes. Heartless freaks.