Triffle Miss Pudding at Pasar Ramadhan

July 22, 2012 at 1:28 pm (Food Love Affair) (, , , , , , )

Guys..check it out..

My sis is selling her famous triffle at pasar ramadhan wangsa melawati seksyen 3 everyday throughout ramadhan.

Also available for ordering for your buka puasa event (with minimum order of course 😁)



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Salam Ramadhan al Mubarak

July 20, 2012 at 6:13 am (hOt mama, life) (, , )

Selamat menyambut Ramadhan al Mubarak kepada semua umat Islam.

Mohon maaf jika saya ada salah silap dan jika ada yang terasa hati secara langsung atau tidak langsung.

Jom puasa! 😁


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Who’s thinking about you now – jason mraz

July 7, 2012 at 4:33 pm (life) ()

Jason Mraz

Who’s thinking about you now?
If you were building a wall, who would tear it all down and pull you
Who’s thinking about you?
Who’d care enough to send you flowers, that you could call at all hours,
And give your love to?
Somebody must believe if they could see what I see
If they haven’t, well they will
Baby they all will

Just when you suspect that life couldn’t get no harder, something comes
Along and makes your dark day darker
The weight of it all falls on you
Who will be the one to listen when it’s time to listen?
Who will be the one to miss you when you’ve gone missing?
Well, I do.
Do I qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify?
I want to be the one to help you ignore Mr. Loneliness peeking his head
Into your door.
I’m hoping you can feel me.
I’m hoping you can give me a new chance, chance, yes
I’m hoping that you notice I’m your last chance

I feel like starting something.
I feel like calling off today to be with you.
Yeah, I beleive we all do something that’s familiar like a deja vu,
Familiar like a deja vu
Yeah, and I know you’re smoking, I’ve seen your fire
I know in love you’ve been giving it up
So do I qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify, qualify?

I want to be the one to help you move from Mr. Loneliness living in the
Kitchen of your home.
I’m hoping you can feel me.
I’m hoping that I don’t run out of breath, breath, yeah.

Ooh… Ooh…

When our two hands are linked together with an ampersands.
It’s my kind of diagram.
When our sore eyes are lined up side by side
Well, I’m a happy man
Yes, I’m a happy man.
Yes ma’am, yes ma’am, yes ma’am
I am thinking about you.

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