How to make sushi on youselves?

I was yet another wonderful day. Mummy, Eric and I went to Gion's house to - learn -  make sushi !!!!

A few days before that, we bought all the ingredients at the japanese shop just below the japanese restaurant we ate in earlier before. Today, Gion's Mother and their maid, kakak Elein who has been working with them for more than 10 years, taught us how to make sushi ON OURSELVES.

HOW TO MAKE SUSHI ON YOUR OWN ?
Ingredient:
3.5 cup japanese rice
7 spoon vinegar ( 1 cup rice =2 sp vinegar)
2 cans of tuna flakes in sunflower oil
Japanese Mayonaise
Japanese cucumber
Japanese pickled carrot( Takuuwan沢庵 )
Crabmeat stick or Fried Fish Fillet
Japanese seaweed

Steps:
1. Cook the Japanese Rice. When the rice is cooked, season it with the vinegar. ( optional: you may sprinkle some sesame or seaweed flakes onto the rice to add flavours to it.)
2. Spread a piece of seaweed on the bamboo sheet specially used to make sushi rolls.
3. Spread the seasoned rice on that piece of seaweed and gently press and pressure the rice so that a uniform spread of rice is obtained.
4. Arrange all other ingradient on one side of the rice spread.
5. Roll it with the correct techniques.

The sushi roll is DONE. Haha.
Of course, making sushi is not so easy. As always, it is easier said than done. ><

Waiting for Chingay 2015

20150311.Chingay 2015 is happening exactly that night. It is hapenning. Then it happened. And Chinese New Year for Johorian,to be exact, Chiese in johor Bahru, abruptly ended, just... ended.

I waited for the arrival of this festival weeks before i know the precise date of it. Yet, as it approaches, i began to feel indifferent about it, not so excited about it. Not so sure about the reasons...

I waited for the night with Kennody n Ryan at CS since that very afternoon.. It could be said to be a total waste of time... haha!
Feeling silly, i followed them everywhere. Eating Nandos' for lunch, and leaving the restaurant with uneaten gastronomic savoury on the table just because they are full. Ignoring the fact that the three of us couldnt finish so many food, they still ordered. Eighty plus, for three teens, was a show of ostentation. About twelve bucks, was left untouched ; another twelve bucks, pathetically goes into the mouth of an observer, who disdainly disapprove such an act.

Another two hours was spent waiting in Starbucks. Sitting like a boss, spending one's time like there's nothing else to tend to throughout a supposed-to-be working day; visualizing that the world is all yours and everyone would be your follower-- which is definitely not gonna happen-- is not a thing for me, i guess.

Spending thriftily and wisely shall be my policy.  Good luck to me, who shall be goin' to lead a living in metropolitan KL! ^^

DREAM. IMPOSSIBLE DREAMS.

DONT.  BE.  A.  DAY.  DREAMER.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, the passion, to hope, to wish, to imagine. Human, we, are born, to dream. Dream big and don't give up your childhood dreams.

"It's not about how to achieve your dreams, it's about how to lead your life, ... If you lead the right way, the karma will take care of itself, the dreams will come to you ! " RANDY PAUSCH once said this, in his book, THE LAST LECTURE. Yes, he too said that we have to dream big, and live our dreams.





Let this be my final philosophy for  the year of 2013, 

Don't be a DAY DREAMER. Be a DREAMER. 

 -- DON'T BE A DAY DREAMER.

Married or unmarried, young or old poet or  worker, you are still undoubtedly a dreamer, and when life just doesn't wanna befriend you at some moments, dream on, and dreams will come true, eventually. Preserve, and persist on your dreams, and work for it... you will be blessed. 

I am not a day dreamer. I am a DREAMER.  

 -- I AM NOT A DAY DREAMER.

a really GOOD lecture. To Randy Pausch and Jai Pausch.

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actually, i got the idea of creating this post is not initially for this book, or should i said that i had wanted to write a similar post ever since the very beginning of 2013, because i was really impressed by the content. Yet, i can't find time to write a review, and time soon get better of me and i wholly forgotten about the matter. But on, 27-12-2013, i attended a charity concert, themed, TO DREAM, THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM. I was touched by everything at the concert, especially, the theme song, which later brought back the idea of writing such a post. Dream. Impossible Dreams.

GUYS, it's the end of 2013, but it'll never be the end of your dreams, nor the end of DREAM.

Dream always exist, and even your dreams can't all come true, i believe it will, eventually, even to the extent of being visualized gradually by other generations. Dreams can be passed on.

Guys, don't forget to dream. We are a dreamer, dreaming is our quest.

IMPOSSIBLE DREAM

(THE QUEST)

To dream, the impossible dream

To fight, the unbeatable foe

To bear, with unbearable sorrow

To run, where the brave dare not go

To right, the unrightable wrong

To love, pure and chaste from afar

To try, when your arms are too weary

To reach, the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star ... 

No matter how hopeless, no matter how far ... 

To fight for the right, without question or pause ... 

To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause ... 

And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest, 

That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm, 

when I'm laid to my rest ... 

And the world will be better for this: 

That one man, scorned and covered with scars, 

Still strove, with his last ounce of courage, 

To reach, the unreachable star ...

really gonna move on ?

Ya, we really gotta move on.
we may face adversities in life, on and off.
Adversities, ordeals, obstacles, mishaps, pick your choice.
but we really got to move on, forever,
face it and challenge it, overcome them.
because, no one's gonna wait for us.

we might be born in the midst of hardships;
maybe with disabilities,
just like in the Story of Edgar Sawtelle, written by Davis Wroblewski.
Edgar, born dumb, but could hear, could see;
he could understand everything happened around him.
His wicked uncle, Claude, poisoned his father, Gar, and causes the misfortunes, including him later in the story,
but after running away, he knew what he should have done, and at least what he could do,
to fulfill his grandpa and dad's wishes. The Sawtelle dogs.
That's his legacy. Their legacies.
Mustn't give up on life.
if life wasn't easy for us, remember that it wasn't easy for Edgar either.

you'll see :
Even if you lost somebody or something important/ precious to you in life,
you can cry, you can wail, you can weep.
you can scream, shout, shriek.
People will understand.
They will tolerate. But not for long.
People have their own life to dwell on with.
They have to deal with own matters.
So, you really gonna move on. >.+

TO EDGAR SAWTELLE, GAR SAWTELLE, 

TRUDY SAWTELLE, the SAWTELLE DOGS.

The Story of Edgar Sawtelle 《索特尔家的狗》

your flattering / faltering silhoeutte ?

I believe that sometimes, the moment saying goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while living with the memories of your loved ones. I couldn’t stop myself from hallucinating about all those things that could have happened, while they were walking away from me. I shan't stop walking my life. But, occasionally, I stayed there, motionless, and waited – for those who left, to turn once, to smile, or wave. But they seldom do. They may just continued walking away from me, while I stayed there watching their silhouette becoming smaller, and smaller with time, intermittently, until it disappeared completely. Was there anything else to wait ?

At this moment, i would like to bid farewell to you- my beloved English teacher as well as Prefectorial Board teacher advisor , Ms Shyamala. All in all, you might not leave, as it was yet to be confirmed, but still, even if you leave, i/we know that your heart always belongs to EC. 

“Fare thee well, and if for ever
Still for ever fare thee well. "

― George Gordon Byron

 good-Bye                                        

good-Bye                  

  good-Bye 

Farewell, my teacher

by:animagusANDY

Walking down my memory lane

Wistful thoughts clustered in a chain
Winsome charm of yours visualized
With your everlasting ravishing style

       Though

we may not see each other for a long time

we shan't forget each and every moment we had together
with (cryptic or genuine?)laughters in our precious 'camaraderie'

when we first met? i wouldn't have remembered

      Not that
we shall take the trouble to recall

       but

we, the students of 4A as well as the prefects in EC

will not consign such indelible memory to oblivion

       Least
we will forget

" What's in a name? that which we call a rose,

would smell as sweet, by any other name "

we won't, we won't, we won't
we bid farewell