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Debra: I can't wait to try out iCloud.

Melissa (asks with eyes fixed on Facebook): Another new Apple software? What does it do?

Debra (explains excitedly): Oh, iCloud allows us Mac users to transfer data straight from an iPhone to a laptop without needing a cable.

Melissa (rolls eyes): Pfft... PC users had that from long ago. We call it Bluetooth.

#Grateful that He is listening, He is leading and guiding; slowly but surely, always and all the time.

to my children when I have some.

Those chubby cheeks and that cheeky grin, they make my heart crumble to a million happy pieces.

I stumbled upon this quote not too long ago, which I love - because the similarity is uncanny when it comes to my role as your sister.

Because, I have been wearing my headphones for the past four hours (or more, I don't know; I've lost track of time).

I just checked 'em out in the mirror.

They're not looking too good. They're both in fire-engine red shade.

I live amongst weird people. I kid you not.

My housemates refuse to utilise the 'Off' button in our house (and yes, I am referring to the same button). One of them doesn't consume onions and the other doesn't eat fruits. Onions and fruits?! What did I tell you... I live amongst weird people.

I mean sure, I spend as long as it takes to pick up every single shred of spring onion I find in my food but...

So yes, weird people.

I thought I had seen it all when it came to the assortment of kooky, weird and eccentric stuff... Till today.

#That man has issues. For real.

This e-card made its' way into my Inbox a little while ago.

With this sweet little note attached to it.

Your timing is impeccable - This e-card and the note that came with it blessed my heart so much.

You know that in life, we go through different days and various phases. I think I've been communicating too much with my emotional side (for assignments' sake) because it helps me write better. Anyways, too much emotion doesn't do much good to a person. It makes them go kooky and weird. True story.

I once confessed this to you, dear Readers:

Over time, I have improved, a teensy-weensy bit. By that I mean, I am usually now (at most) 15 minutes late for gatherings. Other times, I arrive on the dot. On rare occasions, I arrive 5 minutes before the slated time.

However, I saw a clock which I like immensely today.

My last header has lived long past its' life span. It is 5 days shy of being a grand 7 months old and in header age, that is a long, long time.

So, although I have a surmountable load of assignments due relatively soon, I noticed a shade of pink which enticed me to create this header (Usually, I do not like pastels shades and anything in the 'pink' family of hues).

I have newfound respect for directors, producers, screenplay writers, the film making industry, the film editing process... Basically, the entire art of storytelling.

Dear readers of Chatty Lass,

I have an announcement to make: I have a second blog! Here's a screenshot:-

I've been wanting to get my hands on them for about two years now. And because no one I know has made any trips to the US, I had none to call my own.

Till about, say, an hour ago.

{cartwheels all around the room}

I was picking up some toiletries and as per ushe, I strolled down the aisles of Guardian. (Don't judge, it helps me de-stress.)

My trained eyes quickly spotted a new stand with rows and rows of lip balms. All sorts of colours, an array of flavours.

I looked closer and my heart skipped a beat.

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat and I turned the package over.

It was the real, genuine, authentic Lip Smacker! Why? Because it says "Bonne Bell" on the back. And no, that was not an answer ala bimbo.

I knew the above explanation by heart.

I grabbed one off the stand, paid and left.

I love pancakes. A lot.

And, I've had the time of my life making them. From flat, rubbery pancakes to fluffy, stack-em'-ups... I have learned the secret of making totally luscious, fancily airy and incredibly fluffy pancakes.

Melissa, The Pancake Whisperer. {smiles dreamily} 'Pancake woes, be gone!' would make a pretty decent tagline.

Anyways... I came across what I'd like to call 'Teddycakes' whilst looking for dinner recipes today.

YES, you read right - It's Snickers ICE-CREAM. (Yes again, if you didn't know such a thing exists, it does.)

I had it years ago when a friend so kindly brought a bar back for me from the Land Down Under and I. LOVED. IT. I gleaned off every trace of it from the wrapper.

I have looked for it for years (usually at Cold Storage), circled the island for years to get just another bar of that luscious chocolatey goodness, but all of my efforts were futile.

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I was grocery-shopping at Cold Storage when I spotted it.

I shall not go into details but all I am going to reveal was that there were screaming, tears and giggles. Profusely. For quite a bit. (P/S: I was with a friend. Doing that alone would be pathetic.)

I hurriedly paid for it, settled myself comfortably in a chair and ripped off the packaging.

Melissa: In honour of Steve Jobs' passing today, I think that we should celebrate his life and his creativity with you getting me an iPhone 4. What say you?

Daddy: You can celebrate all you want when you start working. Heh heh heh.

It annoys me when people take the elevator just to get to ONE floor above or below.

Seriously, ONE floor?

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I decided to make a comeback into The Exercise Scene today.

It's a new month and I am a woman on a mission; to lose weight that is. For some of us, it's a lifelong battle against Gaining Weight.

Secondly, I want to be healthy on a whole level; not just with eating healthy and refraining from processed and sugary food (although I do slip up and fall to the Dark Side every now and then - the dark side being the occasional banana leaf and Macca's.)

I thought I could pick up where I last left off. (I used to run for 45mins to an hour on the treadmill. T'was a piece of cake.) BIG. MISTAKE.

My first round and I was panting. PANTING!

I chose not to push it any further; take it slow, as the saying goes.

Rounds 2-5 around the park were alternated between jogs, slow jogs and brisk walking.

Well, I decided to share it with my class, for my second Digital Storytelling assignment as the assignment prerequisite was to form "a complete digital story based on some aspect of the producer’s life" (word-for-word from my course outline).

The assignment will be graded on our ability to tell our story - two-thirds of our marks goes to the narration (the storyline) - with pictures, not videos.

So, I had to scour and search for someone to portray my grandmother.

And, I racked my brain hard with that one.

After hours of hard thinking, I came to this.





And thankfully for me, I'm blessed with incredible friends.

I won't be done with the video till next Friday - which is coincidentally the deadline for the assignment (I'm getting real good at timing myself these days!).

But, here's a few pictures from today's photoshoot.

No, a self-treat is not an indulgence, it is a necessity; for staying sane - especially after a crazy week.

More so after braving through no sleep for 24 hours straight; I realised that I've come out the other side stronger. {I'm-better-than-you smirk}

So, while grocery-shopping earlier tonight, Debra and I decided to pamper ourselves. (No, not with chocolates - Where's the fun in doing the ordinary?)

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We spoiled ourselves with marshmallows.

And, not just plain ol' marshmallows. We had roasted marshmallows.

And no, no, it wasn't just about enjoying those crispy-on-the-outside-gooey-on-the-inside fluffy goodness in our mouths.

We did it with style - We stayed up, toasted to October the First and THEN, we had those airy dears.