Grandma,
You have lived your life like a candle,
Giving with all your heart,
Never complaining,
Never once giving up,
Even when life had little to offer.

Grandma,
You have lived for us,
You were like a safe harbour,
You persevered and stayed strong,
Shrouding us in your warmth and love,
In the face of harsh reality.

Goodbye Grandma,
You have lived a long and fruitful life,
Now you belong to Heaven,
In the loving arms of your Creator,
May you ever grow in our hearts,
May you rest in peace.



This poem is dedicated to my dearest Grandma (or fondly known as Ma-Ma) who passed away on 10.07.2009.

Ma-Ma, words cannot describe how much you mean to us;
how fondly and dearly we love and cherish you; and
how your compassion, love and sacrifice had helped shape what and who we are today.

Rest in peace, Ma-Ma.

Love always,
Your youngest granddaughter

Prologue:

This is...

1. A sibeh long post to satisfy you readers.

2. A punishment to self for the long absenteeism in the blogsphere.

So here's to "binge-blogging", if ever there was such term. If not, I shall trademark it.

Hurhur.

As previously mentioned, this post will be dedicated to my rendezvous with baking, and such.

Before that, a random note cos I cannot resist:

As we all know, MJ's death is all the hype now. Every day, in the paper's entertainment section and on E!, MTV and Channel [V], I read news, gossips and see pictures of him. The entertainment biz feeds on MJ news these days. And the world literally breathes MJ news these days. MJ here, MJ there, in the Old McDonald nursery rhyme fashion.

That is, however, all fine and dandy as I understand that he has or has had tons of fans who worshipped his being and his music.

In fact, I was caught up with this new craze too. Prior to his death, I was discreetly waiting for reviews and clips of MJ's comeback tour in London, hoping that the King of Pop would re-emerge full circle and redeem himself in the eyes of condemners.

Sadly, his sudden, untimely passing prevented all that. And this I find ABSOLUTELY tragic.


I read an article in the papers a few days back and, like the columnist, I kinda related what I read to a press conference he had just about week before his death-

"MJ HAD SUBTLY HINTED ABOUT HIS DEATH."

The essence of what he said, "THIS IS IT. THIS WILL BE THE FINAL CURTAIN CALL."

Coincidentally, his tour was titled "THIS IS IT".

To me, it is as if MJ is hinting to the world that this was going to be his very final performance. There was a tone of finality in that sentence, so I thought. Hence the question, "DID THE KING OF POP ACTUALLY PREDICTED OR FORESEES HIS VERY OWN DEATH?"

Something to think about but I shall wait for the illustrious members of the media to conjure up some crackpottish/possibly believable theories about the truth/falsities that surrounded MJ's death.

Bottom line, let's just let the man Rest in Peace, shall we?

Ah, now, back to baking.

I shall let the pictures do the talking.

Random picture first cos I cannot resist: Comfort food: milk + cookies. :P

Chocolate chip shortbread! Alas, I think I prefer the traditional version. I find this too sweet for my liking. Quin, I shall give you the traditional recipe. Sorry for the delay. :)

Another shot.

Marble cake. Chocolate cake entwined with butter cake. Yum.

Another shot.

Oh, I made bread and butter pudding which ended up rather disastrous. It became sort of watery after a night of refrigeration. Milk-leak? Haha. I shall not show you the picture. Pardon me. :)

Bye now!