Thursday, February 28, 2008

A G"rinn" Long Over "Fon"due

A trip to my Saga class has never been a walk in the park kinda experience. It is more of a skip with one toe on a thorny path really. I am a passionate teacher, over zealous at times and one who over reacts between occasions. Passionate relates to my eagerness to get the lessons on a roll, painstakingly pushing them to understand the grammatical items at one breath. One breath in my context spans about three weeks(I am the current paling lama tahan nafas holder beating my husband effortlessly, he he he) and it is torturous for me to see the zero improvements from my students within that period of time. It doesn't help either to have stragglers in each class, disrupting the lessons and the concentrations of other students. As much as I wanted to be strict from day 1, I somehow couldn't bring myself to instilling discipline into these guys due to the various seemingly legitimate reasons supplied at each interrogation.

But today, was different. I decided to discontinue my tolerance towards these dilly-dalliers by locking the door at the strike of 10.30. I was more than lenient regarding punctuality folks as the class starts at 10am!! There were only 10 students in my class out of the full attendance of 25! At 11 am, more students started to turn up and everyone was flocking outside my class. There were a lot of noises and some even banged the door! My husband was just outside, and upon seeing all the commotion, he exploded. He practically chased the ones that were being plain rude out of the premise. (My hero!)

Immediately after my class, more students appeared in anger with hands flashing all over. I couldn't fathom a word there were saying and I was getting a tad worried over the matter. The worst thing was my hero wasn't around. In a flash, the majority of my class was somehow shielding me from this lunatic, defending me from all the accusations made by this fellow. The weird thing is, this guy does not even belong in my saga class. He thought I was mistreating his friends and was just trying to prove a point( will not elaborate the points here, panjang sangat la). Later, I was informed that this boy wasn't mad at me but at the whole institution cum the whole world cum the whole universe.(laughs)

You might question the choice of my Post Title of "grin and fondue". Well, after the uproar at work, I was surprised with a parcel addressed to me which made its way right to my doorstep. The parcel indeed shattered my shaken spirit and I was smiling back again especially after unearthing the content. My friend Rinn has definitely made my day by sending the Fondue set with a little gift tucked inside. I love them so much Rinn, thanks for the swift delivery despite my late payment. Rinn's page is worth the visit folks, she cooks up a storm every time. You will need a pen and paper as each visit will equip you with a new recipe, at least. Many thanks Rinn!
Presents from Rinn

Monday, February 25, 2008

Manic Monday!

My monday blues started very early for me, like 1.30 am early. I sewed my daughter's name tag on her school uniforms with both eyes hardly opened which took me hours for each tag. My husband was no where to be seen as he was at the mamak stall anticipating the football result between Chelsea and Spurs. My effort of smsing him was like playing badminton with my kids, in which my part is to serve to opponents who are never able to return my lame shots. I finished everything by 2.30am, slipped into my taichi and dozed off into a scary dream of me losing 80 percent of my teeth.

Morning arrived at a speed of an eye blink when you are tired. Hastily, I prepared my son to school and took a quick shower myself to go to work. I had to listen to my students' presentations this morning and that was a relief actually since I didn't prepare anything for class. The students were hilarious with their presentations, some sang out of tune, others recited poems whilst concentrating on the table and most of them were reading the text from their papers. After class, I rushed to the bank to withdraw some money for some urgent matters and due to the looooooooooong queue, I was late to pick up my son. Fortunately the teachers at the Kindergarten were very understanding and they even managed to nap him! He never takes a nap in broad daylight.

The moment I reached home, I switched on the oven and whipped up a batch of banana cake for a fellow blogger cum brother's friend cum celebrity cum funny guy on the blog cum Jin. His wife who is also a celebrity, Farahin, ordered a tray of muffettes from me and I was running out of ideas on how to decorate them really. Time like this makes you try extra hard and when that happens folks, the outcome is predictably disastrous! I baked Jin the cake since he once mentioned that he likes banana cake and it was also out of respect from a witch to a Jin...he he he.

The day has yet to end folks, I am still leaning agaist my kitchen counter and moulding gumpaste flowers, need to finish 320 of those small ones for another blogger Hart. Tommorrow is another busy day of class and baking. It's great to be busy, doing two things you love the most in this world. But the best thing to do at this point of time is another all time favourite of mine, sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I would exchange anything for that now. Wanna swap?

Thanks Farahin! This is as colourful as I could think of.

Thanks Lyn!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

The Little Things We Grew Up On

I was baking one day, everyday actually, but it was this one day that pulled me back in time, back to the early 80's.

I adore the 80's! It was the time of many embarrassing episodes of my life and my sister's. We were forced to wear knee length skirts with our blouses tucked in. The skirts and blouses were made by our Mak who displayed us as her models parading her many creations whenever we went visiting. She was quite an avid seamstress and the bulk of our wardrobe originated from her very own line of creativity from her Singer sewing machine. We were never embarrased to be clad in her clothing experiments, well not until we realized that we were growing too tembam for all the dresses and skirts she made. My sis had it worst. She hated to tuck in her blouses as she was getting a lil bit too pudgy for them, (laughs) and she was already in std 6. I was in form 4 and I still had my blouse tucked in and we even had pictures to prove all our claims! which shall never make it to this space of course!

Other than being dressed in our mum's line of clothing, we were all well fed with her cooking too. She was a wonderful cook, still is, and the food that was served on our formica dining table was always interestingly concocted. She would try to clone dishes we sampled from restaurants or gerai outside which most of the time came out a success. And because of this it was always difficult to take both my parents out to dinner as my Ayah would say "...ini, mak pun boleh buat" or "...rugi je bayar mahal2, mak buat lagi sedap!" My Ayah compliments my mother in this way, and he is not a man of many words but when he leaves remarks such as these, my Mak would just float up high.

Apart from cooking we were occasionally surprised by mak's baking skills. She seldom bakes except for trays and trays of cookies when Hari Raya approaches. The only cakes I could remember from those days were the yellow cakes, rectangular ones with drizzles of chocolate glaze on. It was a simple cake but the aroma that filled the air transformed the simplicity into magic and that pulled me here to write this entry. I am constantly searching for that perfect yellow cake and that was when I remembered the cake my mak used to bake when we were little kids. I called her right away to ask for the recipe but she didn't have it. All she could recall was the rough measurements in ounces! I desperately wanted to recapture that special aroma and this time in my own kitchen as a grown up who bakes for a living. I whipped up the batter in seconds and into my oven they went only to emerge later with that similar aroma of yesteryears. Olfactory has taken effect and I felt like that tembam little girl again. I hurriedly fetched some cocoa powder, icing sugar and milk powder and did the glaze my sis's way. She loved to have the cake with the chocolate glaze, the type of icing she fancies on everything edible! Quietly I poured the glaze on the little cakes and there I was sitting on my kitchen stool alone, sinking my teeth into the soft warm yellow cake with chocolate icing all over my mouth. After losing the thrid cake in my tummy, only then my kids realized of the cupcakes existence and they rushed in with a bowl each collecting their shares.

I would like to share with you the yellow cake recipe here. It might not be the best cake you have ever sampled, but it was certainly the best one, for all four of us sibblings. One that would always remain special simply for its presence on our formica dining table, all cut and divided equally amongst the adik beradik in order to avoid my Nyah having more than his shares.

Ps. The best thing about this recipe is, the cakes don't pull away from the paper cups.

Mak's Yellow Cake
4 large eggs
8 ounces butter
8 ounces sugar,(please reduce the amount to 6 ounces)
8 ounces flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 teaspoon vanilla extract.

Beat butter and sugar till fluffy. Pour in the eggs one by one and beat well. Sift flour and baking powder and spoon the mixture into the wet batter. Fold everthing well. Bake at 175 celcius till skewer comes out clean.

Chocolate Glaze
This is not an accurate measurement, please use a lot of discretions.

6 Tablespoon of icing sugar
1 Tablespoon of Imported cocoa powder,
1 Tablespoon of powder milk
1 Tablespoon of boiling water.
Mix everything together until it forms a thick paste. Pour onto the warm cake and leave to cool.


Through The Barricades
Mother doesnt know where love has gone
She says it must be youth
That keeps us feeeling strong
See it in her face, thats turned to ice
And when she smiles she shows
The lines of sacrifice
And now I know what theyre saying
When the sun begins to fade
And we made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He tought me what to say in school
I learned off by heart
But now thats torn in two
And now I know what theyre saying
In the music of the parade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Born on different sides of life
We feel the same
And feel all of this strife
So come to me when Im asleep
Well cross the line
And dance upon the street
And now I know what theyre saying
When the drums begin to fade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Oh, turn around and Ill be there
Theres a scar through my heart
But Ill bare it again
I thought? we were the human race
But we were just another border-line-case
And the stars reach down and tell us
That theres always one escape
I dont know where love has gone
And in this trouble land
Desperation keep us strong
Fridays child is full of soul
With nothing left to lose
Theres everything to go
And now I know what theyre are saying
Its a terrible beauty weve made
So we make our love on? wasteland
And through the barricades
Now I know what theyre are saying
As hearts go to their graves
We made our love on? wasteland
And through the barricades.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Dear Students...

Just to let you know how happy I was to be included in your little party today. I was in such a gloom prior to this event, working and baking like a robot without its batteries charged. When you ordered the cake from me, it took me hours to complete the whole do, dried of ideas, drained of energy, but for you, I still had them done in time. I woke up a little bit early in the wee hours of morning to finish up the remaining orders and to prepare some finger food for all of you just in case you didn't bring any. To my surprise there was more than the whole class could gobble up. The balloons did brighten up the mundane class and so did the banner. It was a gathering organized to celebrate one of your friends and amazingly I too experienced the warmth of all your sincere thoughts. I needed that.

Thanks again for sharing with me ...
your food, your time,
your youth, your smiles,
your effort, your energy,
your vigour and mostly your company.

your teacher

Happy Birthday Fadzillah!

Birthday class of 2008!

Now, enough with the balloons, go bury yourself in your ideas and give me the best presentations ever this Monday!

Ps. To the senior students, you are welcome to my class anytime.

Friday, February 22, 2008

True Blue

Flashes of blue have been keeping me company for the past week. The colour was very much evident not only in my cakes but mood as well as health. A lot of things are taking its toll on me, everything happening at the same time. As blue as the week was, I never left my seemingly bluish oven to complete my frozen cake orders and the muffettes. Some designs were repetitious hence their absence in this space of mine. Won't be blogging that much now people. There are things to do...

cakes to bake,
papers to write,
cupcakes to decorate,
nails to bite,

kids to clean,
gate to paint,
chicken to skin,
and everything else in between.


Thanks Nina for the order. I apologize for the shaky writing, I was under the influence of ubat batuk.

Thanks students for this order. Hope the party would be a success!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Thank You!

Thanks for all the warm thoughts expressed in reference to my previous entry. I am still trying to figure things out and seeking ways to solve it. Your words, to certain extent have helped put the storm to a standstill and I could never thank you enough. I will be extremely busy in the next few days replacing classes and decorating cakes. Hope to write again soon.

Thanks Linda for both orders.

Thanks Da.

Anne ordered many boxes of these for her students. Thanks so much Anne.

Thank You

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there,
They'll all imply that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad
It's not so bad and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Push the door,
I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me

And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Friday, February 15, 2008


Official letter received!
I need to pay up,
or write another Dear Sir letter (my 16th to date)
or call the dear sir asking for leniency,
or decorate 318 fondant cakes to settle it once and for all,
or bake for that dear sir and wink my eyes out to make him forget,
or runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and then cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Help, I need somebody, help, not just anybody, help, you know I need someone,help. When I was younger, so much younger than today,I never needed anybody's help in any way.But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured. NNow I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.Help me if you can, I'm feeling down. And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground. Won't you please, please help me?

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,my independence seems to vanish in the haze. But every now and then I feel so insecure, I know that I just need you like I've never done before. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down and I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, won't you please, please help me. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down and I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Guilty In The First Degree

Cake leftovers are aplenty after each baking assignment in my little kitchen. I seldom keep the extra batter in the fridge for future use. Instead I would bake whatever that is left and let my kids enjoy them as much as they want. But most of the time, the leftovers are not of the best quality in terms of presentations. Uneven surfaces, cracks here and there but they were of course still edible. I would naturally select the best ones to be decorated for my customers.

There was one day, when I baked quite a lot of these muffettes (a name concocted by my nyah actually) and left half a tray on the kitchen counter. Before I went up to do my prayers and the laundry I called out to my children to inform them about the leftovers. They jumped and yayyed and I saw both of the skipping to the back. I then went upstairs. When I came down an hour later, I noticed the cakes were left as they were, not touched, not eaten and not moved. Curious, I questioned adik (he loves all my cakes and he has always been the culprit of my missing cupcakes)"...Titiyejene mama, ngapa tak makan kek2 ni, tak sedap ke?" with a forlorn look on his face he muttered "...seeeeeeeeedaaaap, tapi semua kek tu kek cantik, tak de yang buruk-buruk pun mama. Selalunya mama bagi kitaorang yang buruk2 je." Kakak said "...kitaorang takut nak makan nanti mama marah takut tak cukup"

I was.........tak tau nak cakap apa dah when I heard all their excuses. My throat felt as if there was a golf ball pushing its way through my esophagus. I felt a gush of water rushing down and I turned away quickly so that they didn't see me cry. The kids innocently continued watching the TV and they didn't say those words in a dissapointing tone, but as a matter of fact kinda tone, which made it even harder for me to swallow. I proceeded to the back with that stuck golf ball and all and put the muffettes on a fancy plate and brought the cakes immediately to the front. They were surprised that I allowed them to eat all the nice looking cakes and in no time at all finished half a tray of them. I couldn't bring myself to explain anything to them. I was guilty. Guilty in the first degree.

Ps. There a lot of times when we have been guilty at some point in our lives mendahulukan orang lain than our own flesh and blood. We scowl at them more than we do at other people. My husband is nicer with the people he works with than his own kids eventhough they treat him like pfftgfh! I am guilty too of that sometimes. But I promised the kids, I would once in a while decorate more beatiful cakes for them in the future instead of just leaving them with the ugly ones.

Cakes ordered by Hazlina. Thanks so much for ordering. Hope your kids love them.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Real Cupcakes In Life

After much fuss over the last entry, I needed some eye candies to soothe this weary heart. This entry is a tribute to all our cupcakes, who make us crave for sweets and lollipops and gumdrops and candy floss all the time.
Hit it munchkin!

You're my Honeybunch,



You're my Sweetie Pie

You're my Cuppycake,



You're the Apple of my Eye

And I love you so
and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear

Monday, February 11, 2008

Dutifully Yours, Rightfully Ours

I call my husband 348 times a day, maybe more! Sometimes the calls are just to ask what he is doing or where did he put the calculator or why didn't he wear the baju I had ironed the night before or to just say hi! I would make up any reasons just to hear his voice really. However, as he is more engrossed with his work, the kids and I have been put aside for countless of times. "...I can't talk now now, I gotta run. "...I have got so much work to do, have to go now.", "...I have a class going, talk to you later." Why do I constantly need to call him, you may ask, well it's because he is never home. A lot of stuff which still require the attention of a husband and a father and his absence does affect the entire family. I may sound ridiculous to many as he had a valid good reason to hush me as he had urgent office work to attend to. But I am only reacting this way as an act of retaliation!

It's ok for the employer to call him to work during his off days, and he dutifully leaves the family to attend to the call, it's alright to go to the office during the weekends to finish the last minute work given to him, it's acceptable to pull him out of the house when he was just about to bond with the kids on a Sunday, it's expected for him not to be able to attend any family gatherings which fall on public holidays due to the mounting workload ?

But it's unthinkable for me to call to inform that he needed to fetch his daughter from school as she was having faint spells due to aneamia? If his workplace can steal his off days time which was supposed to be spent with his family, why can't I rob a few seconds of his attention during office hours to attend to family matters? And who is being unreasonable now? Me? I don't think so!

A thought I always remind him on a regular basis "...if anything were to happen to you, they will easily find a replacement in two weeks time, case settled and forgotten! But we would never ever possibly find someone who could take your place!"

All I'm asking is to observe his rights to be with his family on weekends and public holidays and in turn I will leave him alone with his work at the office. I believe that's fair enough.

Guess where did we go during the last long school holidays and this chinese new year holidays? ...............yes, Nowhere. How are you going to explain that to the kids?

It's all about tit for tat now folks.

Ps. I am so gonna get into trouble with this post, there will be a lot of sindir2 as well as the look from people, but you know what, I'm not creating stories just to post them here, I am relating them. Therefore, my conscience is clear.
Just in the mood for this song now, he he he. It is not directed to my husband in any way. The tempo of this song is simply liberating, hence the choice. Come on girls sing with me!
And Naeim, this one's for you. Thanks for reminding me of this song.

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

Only the Lord could give me strength
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Cakes, Cakes, Cakes and More Cakes

My apologies folks for not updating sooner. I had too many things to do in such little time. Here are the cakes I managed to bake and decorate over these past few days. Will write as soon as I can.

An order from an avid blogger KC for her Mum. Thanks so much KC for the order and the warm hospitality at your Mum's place.

Thanks Su for this order. Mi amas vin for it!

Small Little muffettes for Linda, thanks so much Linda for the order!

Tickiling Fatihah with this pack. Made specially for the bubbly Fatihah. Thanks for trusting me with this order.

Shikien ordered these but were unable to fetch them due to chicken pox. I wish you speedy discovery Shikien and thanks a bunch for the order!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Spread A Little Happiness

The best thing about baking and selling cakes folks, is most definitely meeting people with the nicest of hearts. Each time I slide in trays of cakes into my oven, wishes are about to come true for the selected few. It's the hope of the giver expressed in forms of lovely edibles specially designed for the recipients. It's beautiful, it's personal, it's special.

I received an order from a sweet fellow a few nights ago, requesting the best for his very good friend. His very good friend happened to be a girl. As platonic as it may sound I could not help but wonder if his pure feelings could be translated into something else. I was taken by his sincerity and blown away by his fervor, all done for the name of friendship.

Ayot, if you are reading this, you are one charming guy with a heart of gold. Your personality will win the hearts of many girls, so fret you not, that special person will find the way to your heart. You have certainly spread more than a little happiness to that special someone Ayot, and to you I take my caps off.(yes I have many caps)

Thanks for the order Ayot.

Spread A Little Happiness

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You musn't sigh and you musn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by
Please try

What's the use of worrying and feeling blue
When days are long keep on smiling through
Spread a little happiness till dreams come true

Surely you'll be wise to make the
best of every blues day
Don't you realize you'll find next
Monday or next Tuesday
Your golden shoes day

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You musn't sigh and you musn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by

I've got a creed for every need
So easy that it must succeed
I'll set it down for you to read
So please, take heed
Keep out the gloom
Let in the sun
That's my advice for everyone
It's only once we pass this way
So day by day

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by
Please try

What's the use of worrying and feeling blue
When days are long keep on smiling through
Spread a little happiness till dreams come true

Surely you'll be wise to make the
best of every blues day
Don't you realize you'll find next
Monday or next Tuesday
Your golden shoes day

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Wiz Twirls For Simple Swirls

There are some days when I don't feel challenged to create awesome looking cakes and the days are aplenty now, ever since I started working again. It has always been a struggle for me to decorate and to construct 3d and wedding cakes. Bear in mind that I have never attended any professional courses prior to my baking endevours. It required a castle of fortitude to accept my first order of a hantaran cake, an act of bravery for my first customer to trust me with a gargantuan task of such(Thanks a zillion Shahid.)

My First Cake

Alhamdullilah, orders came rolling in after the first one and it was a fantastic feeling to be given the trusts from people you have never met. I am humbled by all your getsures and would like to thank you for all the orders and the opportunities given to me. I am aware of the imperfections, the rough edges, all the hairline cracks on my cakes and I am trying very hard to improve in every aspects. I am relatively new at this, please spare me some mercy.

Hope to bake and decorate more, simultaneously be able to teach in between. But at the moment I am swamped with familiarizing myself again with class management, critical writing, discourse analysis and phonetics and phonology. So at this moment in time, I welcome and appreciate orders that call for simplicity such as the cupcake zig zags and swirls. If you wanna see me twirl folks, just order the simple swirl! And I would twirl my heart out for you!(laughing and twirling)

Thanks Ili, for the simple swirl orders.

New Soul
I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take.
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake


I'm a young soul in this very strange world hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake.
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate.
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make.


This is a happy end cause' you don't understand everything you have done why's everything so wrong

This is a happy end come and give me your hand I'll take your far away.

I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
But since I came here fellt the joy and the fear finding myself making every possible mistake



Lesson Under the Morning Sun

When I was a university student, long long very long time ago, I craved for my classes to be conducted outside the classrooms. But with the Malaysian hot weather I had to accept the fact that it was an impossible feat. It was just too hot, too humid, the grass was always too damp, the soil was too dirty, everything and everyone was against the idea. Now that I am a teacher, I could actually do anything I desire with my class(muahahaha, muahahaha) and the idea of having a class outside was simply irresisttable.

It was a gorgeous day yesterday. The sun was just tweaking behind the clouds, the air was cool, the trees smiling, the grass winking, all too perfect not to say yes to.And so we did! I packed them some sandwhiches and it was apt to have them outside whilst listening to me relating the lesson of the day. It was spur of the moment kinda thing and I reckoned the students enjoyed it too, despite their grumbles on how their pants and kain being soiled (laughs).

I sat on the tombol batu(lucky me not to dirty my jeans) and my dear students made a semi circle around me. We talked and shared past experiences ( the lesson required them to do that) and how the problems were dealt.The students were asked to take the conch and speak up, taking my tombol batu spot. Amazingly, they didn't look uncomfortable, they went up to the front and started sharing their stories with the rest of the class. I have to say how proud I was upon seeing that, since they are quite a shy bunch. If I were to make them stand in front of the class, I bet the scenario would not be as likable as this one.

Thanks guys for complying to your eccentric teacher's request. I hope you had a great time. Do expect some more of these in the future. It's either you like me to bits or you hate me to death. Either way, you are stuck with me, muahahaha, well at least for one semester! Till our next meeting guys, make sure you come prepared to my class with sneakers or wellington boots next time, coz you will never know what I am up to.(wink)

Ps. I didn't get any shut eye, neither did they.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Morning Lullabies

This cake was planned to be completed on Sunday with a totally different theme altogether. Kanggaroos were supposed to be jumping around on the cake with an Australian Flag as the backdrop. But, last minute call received on thursday summoned me to leave the kanggaroos in their native land behind, allowing them to bear the Australian flag on their own. After much discussion, it was decided that a car cake was to speed into the birthday bash surprising the birthday boys of two talented engineers. My friend Salina has asked for a jeep cake, but I chose the beetle instead, since I have never attempted it. It was a last minute cake and definitely with that last minute look of smudges and crookedness. This was the best I could come up with Salina, sorry!

I need to bolt now to prepare for my class tomorrow. Maybe I'll make them sit under a tree and let them have the sandwhiches (my daughter helped me make). Hopefully, when they are doing their exercises and munching away, I could steal a few shut eye whilst humming the morning lullabies.

Happy Birthday Mudzaffar!