Anyway, I woke up feeling baffled but I knew it had to be a dream from God because I wasn’t thinking about S. I didn’t have the interpretation but felt uneasy. Hence, I prayed in tongues and asked God for protection for him and his family.

It was about a week later, that I got a shock. Dear told me that S got into a serious car accident. He only learnt about it when he tried to organise a tennis game among the usual group of friends. The car was so badly damaged that this friend considered scrapping it, if not for the fact for the high cost involved for a similar replacement now. But, S only suffered an aching neck and bruises.

Then on hind sight, I had the interpretation. Because I was involved (praying and interceding for S), the injuries that S had were superficial. It was just a ‘paint job’…something on the exterior. Thank God for the dream and protection over my family, friends and love ones!! My daily prayers usually only covers my family and Dear’s family. But I’m so glad that God cared enough to prompt me to pray for S.

I didn’t tell S (who’s a non believer) about it, but I did share with 2 other church friends. Don’t get me wrong. I am not trying to put a feather on my cap, or boasting about signs and wonders. But truly, I am awed by how good God is. If I can be a vessel and somewhere, even if it’s just 1 person who read this and gets ministered to, I’ll be so honoured.

Well, if you read this and don’t agree, please keep your opinion to yourself and don’t write to me because I will not read it.

2012 is the year of unceasingly fruitfulness! I’m so excited and am looking forward to the manifestations of the 12 manners of fruit…one for each month! Woo hoo!!

Finally, Dad’s case is coming to an end. Fingers cross, the sentencing will be done this Friday.

I am just so awed by what Daddy God is doing in my life. Last Sunday, the Holy Spirit woke me up an hour earlier than the time set on my alarm. I was prompted to check my design drafts and lo and behold! I actually did the message for my client’s cake in the wrong order. Well, half the message. To me, this was impossible as I swore I checked and rechecked before I piece them together. The letters stuck on real well to the cake board, so I had to cut off the wrong portion and redo. Praise the Lord! I had time to finish work, have my bfast and put on make up. Read on and I’ll tell you why the makeup part was important too.

I had only a few hours of rest and so my panda eyes were extra prominent. Turned out that my client was an ex colleague. I dun have to look glamorous but I think I should still look well groomed. Long story short, client was extremely satisfied with her order

The recent one was most bizarre. I dreamt that I was on standby and yet for some reason, I flew to Tokyo. Then suay suay called up for Tokyo flight. Dear told me in the dream to ask company if I can work just for the sector back since I was already in Tokyo. Annoying. This dream is a complete waste of time.

Anyway, I don’t remember that I felt so stressed going for flights in the past.  I thot my nitemares now shld be some cake monsters chasing me, but it has never happen. Maybe this is an affirmation from God that I should never go back to flying.

Today is another tiring day as I slept late and woke up early. Work wise, I finally felt that I am making money. It used to be quite toilsome with minimum sleep, rushed meals and body aches all over. I have now adjusted my workflow and pricing to justify the amount of work I put in.

Alot of happenings in May. Other bestie, K is getting hitched on the 12th. I’m starting to teach on the 10th. Busy, but good. Alot of good things are happening

When I landed at the Low Cost Carrier terminal in KL, I was armed with my big tote bag on my shoulder and a trolley bag in tow, my Iphone in hand and wearing my huge Panda eyes. I was supposed to make my way to KL Sentral, where Royce (my fren’s bf whom I’ve nvr met in person) were to pick me up, and all I had was this foto of him eating satay (which my batch girl watsapps to me the nite b4).

As I was making my way out towards the bus counter, a lady was beckoning to a few of us, peddling the tickets for the bus that was leaving ‘NOW’. I dug out 8 ringgit from the ziplock (which was in the pouch, which was in my handbag, which was in my big tote bag), then scrambled towards the direction that she was pointing.

Outside the airport was this blur of cars and pedestrians. But nope. No buses in sight. Exchanged glances with  this Ang Moh backpacker and we recognised each other as potential bus mates (is there such a thing?) by our flimsy blue tickets. It didn’t help that he was just as lost as I was. I asked an elderly man which was wearing a big airport pass (which I recognised immediately of cos). Bingo. He gave clear directions and both of us hurried to the bus bay, where an impatient bus driver awaited.

Everyone was onboard and asleep so there was no one I could ask regarding the journey time. The Ang Moh decided to sleep too after our quick chat. I suspected he felt insulted when I asked if he was there for a snorkelling trip when that was a diving mask that hung from his backpack. Duh. I was frazzled but couldn’t sleep. Then an unknown number msged me and i realised I had keyed in the wrong number into my HP as Royce’s!

Experienced KL’s imfamous traffic jam. Took me 1 hr 20min to get to my destination. I managed to get into the right car, even though Royce was not eating Satay. He drove to Shann’s place. Had very yummy noddles and coffee at this joint near her house. Thank God for such a great fren! She drove me around to recee the hotel and my school. I’ll definitely be lost if we did not scout the place. (The GPS couldn’t even locate it). Spent some time at this cupcakes joint b4 we leave to pick Lynn up from KL Sentral. Lynn practically took a flight here just to hv dinner with us bcos she was leaving the nxt day.

Dinner was great. We met up with 3 other batch gals who are now working in KL. Then the nxt 4 days was 9 to 5 for me. Goin to school was challenging bcos I hv to cross a 6 lanes road everyday!! (with no traffic lights, for Christ’s sake!) It was an eye opener…the course..not the road. There were many veterans and I realised how inadequate I am.

My hotel room was small. I can dive right into my bed from the showers. But it was great fun! I enjoyed the time out, being alone, spending quality quiet time with God, listening and watching my Podcasts (Thank you, Apple! I love the iphone). There’s free Wifi in the rm, which is gd enuf for me, to Watsapps pple, chk my mails and Skype with Dear.

Dear came to look for me on my last day of course and we stayed for another 2 nites. Had gd food. Both of us bot clothes, and our journey back on Transtar coach was awesome! Very comfortable seats, meal provided and indiv screens for onboard entertainment. First class service, and I may consider this as my alternative to air travel.

Back to SIN. Rested for a few days, then fell sick and needed to attend another full 5 day course. I was coughing badly at nite and couldn’t sleep. I think I was too anxious about the course. It was kinda an in between of Hell’s Kitchen and America’s Top Model. I went for the interview on Sunday and was told that if I cry in class, I’ll be eliminated immediately. That freaked me out, as you know, I can be quite emotional. I even contemplated pulling out.

The pace of the course was fast. I had trouble catching up and that meant that I had to bring my own lunch and utilize lunchtime to catch up. And everyday, I was staying back late and going to class early. I barely slept nor ate (often to tired to eat my dinner, and bfast was always rushed). I decided that whether anot i was goin to make it, I will have a gd attitude and learn as much as I could. But I remembered one nite I just broke down and cried and asked Dear when can I be a Tai Tai. This is too tough for me. Haha. I noe I’m totally spoilt!!

I was a little down bcos I had not been performing well in class, not even in sugarpaste, which was suppose to be my forte. But a fren shared this with me: A perfectionist does it over and over again, and try to overcome his failure by self effort. An excellent person does the best that he can and leave room for God’s grace. That was a revelation!

Finally, I saw some light from heaven on the 2nd last day of course. The instructor smsed me after I left the school to tell me that he was impressed with my modelling skills. You cannot imagine the joy that I felt!

Conclusion, certain skills need to be honed but I made it! Will inform u guys when I start teaching cake deco!

It’s so ez to use n so much fun! U get to choose what programs u want in ur fone, instead of being stuck with whatever limited games or apps u hv in ur fone. Dear downloaded this bus app so I wun get lost n can check for the timing for buses. Its pretty accurate so far. Saves the agony of stopping by to buy something unimpt n miss the bus. Best of all, I get to check my emails everywhere I go n I can even msn with my frens while on e bus!

Ok better dun type so much as I’m in the dark. Keke. Nite

I finally decided to do something about my abnormal periods after 2 yrs. Previously, I did get a referral from the GP but i chickened out. I had been experiencing very heavy menstrual discharge with huge amounts of blood clog during the 1st 2 days of my period. I usually avoid going out as I am always at risk of leaking, bcos the pads always cannot deal with the sudden and heavy flow. But I do enjoy the extremely light period from day 3 onwards so I just beared with the inconvenience.

I had heard from frens that excessive amt of clogs cld be due to cysts and fibroids, but I just ignored it and prayed for healing. I still do trust God to heal and restore me, but maybe reaching the age of 30 kinda gave me enuf reason to go to a gynae.

I had to drink more than 1.2 litres of water before I filled up my bladder for the ultrasound. Was very full and quite uncomfortable. It was ez for the trained eye to spot my fallopian tubes and all, but to me, I was just very amused that I couldn’t locate them.

“See that white line over there? That’s your fallopian tube, tucked nicely behind. It’s difficult to see but we have to keep trying”, said Dr Lee. Then I recalled the episode from ‘Friends’ that when Rachel went to the gynae with Ross, she couldn’t see her baby on the screen. So funny!

But praise God, everything went well. My womb is ok. But the doctor did took some blood for a thyroid test. She also prescribed some non hormonal pills to help me due with the heavy flow. Hope my hormones will start to balance themselves soon. The medication is expensive and I certainly do not want to be reliant on them.

I’m back to school to study something that i never thot wld interest me. I hardly pay attention in Home Econs class. But learning baking is alot of fun, and this includes the whole package of going to school and taking exams. Dear said that I’m wierd. Going to school to me = backpack and dun hv to dress up. (Like Uni days. Jeans, top, backpack, sports shoes everyday. Hehe. Like a nerd). I intend to complete my course carrying the backpack thruout. But Dear thot otherwise. He said that I can still go in style.

I dug around and found my Long Champ bag where I can dump everything in. Then I made a little effort to have some coordination in my dressing…at least, dun always dress in T Shirt, shorts and my Crocs.

Theory is fun but always very short..abt 30min. I get to use my colored pens and highlighter. Practical is always like a battle…with batter all over the place including our uniform. After baking, we are rostered for different cleaning duties on different days. Abit like area cleaning in the days of DHSSB, but of cos no scolding lah. Wash the utensils, mop the floor, wipe tables etc.

Today is assessment day and it went well cos i had been a gd gal and revised after every class and practised baking ystdy…and of cos, I prayed. Really looking fwd to the next module.

I haven’t had much luck with buying clothes online. The sizing is always off. But I had fun buying my tools. (which makes me wonder why it did not struck me to do so earlier. It’s much cheaper and faster than getting from the retail store, esp with the xchange rate now). Anyway, my shipment from UK arrived safe and sound. Very well packed with those styrofoam peanuts inside the box. (fun. *squeeze squeeze*) This was a testing round with only 5 pcs of moulds and it definitely gives me more confidence abt online shopping and getting the goods delivered across continents. Somehow, there is this fear that my orders will end up in some parts of remote China. Wahaha.

Ok, till i hv somethg else better to bitch abt…taa

Got some clever ideas to fine tune my business and hopefully, we will get to see major improvements to the time input versus revenue. Just wanna stay focused. Let’s not get worried or tunnel vision yet.

I am still enjoying what I’m doing. People have kinda stopped questioning me about whether this trade can make a decent living, which is a good sign. I am happy that I always get to challenge myself to greater heights. Am really looking forward to my baking course. I hope to acquire enuf skills to write my own receipes, or at least, be able to bake fool proof cakes all the time. Dear is still fully supportive of my profession. In fact, he asked me not to stinge on the tools. Hehe. And I went out and spent $300 on silicon moulds and edible glitters.

Recently, I got moody again cos I felt that there is a lot being demanded from me. Like, the phone never stop ringing when I am super busy/in the midst of working.

Well, I’m glad my craving for holidays has been fulfilled though.

Met up with my frens and learnt that 2 of my batchmates got engaged recently…and I can’t help but felt left out. Anyway, I felt I had more than my share of being jie mei and told one of them (who was present) that I do not want to be the jie mei. Very bad hor? But am really quite sick of it already esp. if after u put in a lot of hard work, u r not appreciated at all. Stingy grooms, unsporting brothers…blah blah. I hate it when they like to ‘insult’ us with such a small ang bao that cannot even cover our taxi fares. Then it seems like we have to end up ‘begging’ for a bigger ang bao, that the groom so unwillingly parted. (he, who did not have the revelation that we will ‘return’ the $$ for their red packet for the dinner). Argh. The frustrations of being taken advantage of and being cheap labour. Maybe I am just being sour/jealous.

The home that I was so lookg fwd to is not goin to materialise any time soon, as our ballot number is 600+ when there are only 90+ units to contest for. I am not exactly disappointed as I wasn’t even hopeful to begin with. We are back to the ‘we are not looking and we are not planning anything’ stage.

i hope the 2 and a half month course will inject a new breathe of fresh air into my life, give me a break so that the busyness does not kill my passion and give me something to look fwd to.