last post for the year.

what can I say? 2010 was highly anticipated for me coz 2009 sucked like nobody's business.

at least 11 is my favorite number AND my mom forwarded me and email saying 2011—the rabbit year is great for Monkeys like me so I'm definitely looking forward to the new year.

Did I just give away my age? *shrugs*

The house smells like freshly baked brownies and sausages and bread, coz' yes we made some brownies and pigs-in-a-blanket. Hooray!

I got extremely sick for the past week, so ironically, despite the extra days off, I did nothing much but lounge around at home. Why did I get sick? I don't know, might be because I also spend the last 3 weeks working like a dog.

But the good news is, I finally got the 'approval' from the big guy at work! So i'm glad. Just hope that I'm not a one-hit-wonder and can keep up the great work in 2011.

I know I can. I must.

So today is spend eating yummy home-made Filipino-style Spaghetti, one filet mignon leftover from X'mas and yummy potato au gratin. And surrounded by love.

It's 11.41pm. *cough cough* Almost there!

I really wanna sparkle this new year. I will. And I hope the very best for all my family and friends out there.

Cheers!

so are you done with your holiday shopping?

Because I am. I'm so glad I did listen to my awesome astrologer when she told us Aries to hurry up and finish the Holiday shopping by end of November. For many good reasons, and true to her words, my workload just picked up all of a sudden and it's crazy. Man~ she is good.

Yes, work finally improved, kinda, by having some fun and bigger projects to work on. And they also hired two more counterparts to help with the load so I am happy. Even though my job security seem to lessen with that fact, I'm still not worried. Though I am aware that the boss isn't to fond of me, but I will proud him wrong.

Isn't this pair of Adidas awesome?
It's USD$301 after sale. I think I'll wait for it to go for more discount.

I don't know if you know much about sugar

But most of the drinks in USA are sweetened with high fructose corn syrup, instead of sugar. I made a double-take when I saw this in stores and wanted it immediately. For the nolstagia and the fact that it's using real sugar. It tasted a bit different. I like it, just not used to it. Tried the Mountain Dew version too and it tastes interesting...

It's funny how we are all subjected to the 'right' choice and when we have the 'real' choice, it's like a special occasion and for this instance, it tasted interesting.

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There's so much going on right now. So tired and busy and weak. will chat with ya another day.

Ikea Austria Cinema Catalogue

(seen on bannerblog)

Something's baking in the oven!

Spent the entire evening preparing two batchs of cookies for the annual holiday cookie exchange thingy at work. This year I organized it, so the organizer has to go all out to impress. Well, within my reach.....

Got the recipe for Cowboy Cookies. Seem to be pretty good with oatmeal, pecan, coconut and chunks of chocolate....sounds a lot eh? It is. Towards the end it was hard to mix coz of the chunkiness. Nevertheless they turned out great.

And I had to do two batch, one without nuts, so I appropriately renamed them Cowgirl Cookies. wahahahaha. I thought I was pretty smart and funny to think of that.

For one, I know my packaging is already kicking some ass. With the help of Martha (again, recipe and labels), I created these custom labels in holiday colors. So happy with the end result.

Oh, the msot important thing is that the cookies tasted really great too!!!!

Will post again after tomorrow's exchange!

angry little girl

work has been pissing me off. actually i really do like the things i do. i am very fortunate to have world-class, extremely snobbish, high-end, exclusive and some of the very top best service brands to be my clients and to have such great work included in my portfolio. it's great. it really is. but with great work comes great anger (i believe i shall be the first to coin such phrase).

such infuriating incidents that i am beginning to feel the toil on my body and soul. it's horrible when asked of someone else and they say that i seem always angry or sad at work. and that makes work work. it makes it really hard for the creative bone to prosper. it make sit really hard for me to care about my work. i am the sort of person who takes pride in the good work that i do but how do i do that when my team doesn't want to work as a team?

i don't know. with every smile they take away from me...............

I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work. I want to bitch about work.

totally random questions

What happened to winter? it's mid-Jan and I have my balcony windows open to a 20 C degrees outside. Perfect (air-conditioned) weather.

Found a tiny mole few inches under my right breast while soaping. When I scratch it, a spot on the bottom of my right elbow tingles. I did it 3 times just to make sure. Can anyone explain this phenomena?

Unintentionally caused some anxiety amongst friends when I removed the relationship status indicator on my FB, only to be unlisted as "no longer single". Have I been single for too long? yes

What can I do with all these shoes?

Was described as "tough" by my new superior after being the only one (forced) to express how I felt about recent work/departmental changes (I had to restrain myself from how I really felt). I think he meant "hard to manage" instead and probably red-flagged me. Should I care?

Can I just meet a normal guy for once?

Only just realised, after like a hundred years, that I had cruelly and stupidly hurt someone that I shouldn't have. Will I ever get a chance to make amends?

Should I spend my birthday here or in San Francisco?

Black or Brown?

I'm working real hard... ...

so there will be no post until I have time. Maybe this weekend.

marc jacobs by me

Okay. I admit that I didn't try very hard, but I really had no clue why so many people admired and worshipped Marc Jacobs as a fashion superman.

I have long heard of his *big* name but it's not only until I saw a photo spread of his Paris apartment on the W magazine (read whole coverage here) that I got fascinated by this peculiar man.

Marc Jacob's chilling in his study (photo via W magazine).

Well, since then I only got impressed by his zany taste in art and home decor ways but I still didn't run out to the nearest MJ boutique and buy his wares. I always though they were overpriced for what they are and the current paycheck I'm receiving doesn't allow me experiment with overpriced anything.

So a few nights ago I was browsing through the free movies section on my on-demand cable tv system. If my memory didn't fail me, I saw amongst a list of movies on the Sundance channel, a documentary named "Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton".

I thought "Sure, why not?" I just needed some eye-candy for the night. 72 mins. Well, I could turn it off if it bores me.

I would guess this exclusive insight to MJ's daily work schedule and environment was filmed about 2 years ago when he was still sporting a head full of long stringy hair and oversized plastic glasses. He was (and still is) heading the house of Louis Vuitton, his self-titled labels—Marc Jacobs + (cheaper)Marc by Marc Jacobs and some other guerilla-style labels. He was/is a busy man.

As a wannabe artist and designer, I watched and is extremely fascinated with the fashion industry on a whole. Just like what I feel when I'm watching the very successful reality show—Project Runway. Basically this documentary reveals a lot of scenes whereby you would think MJ is on Project Runway but with a whole team of sidekicks and smashing seamstresses ready to make his visions come through.

We get to see some censored scenes of brainstorming sessions where he sits with all these people to pick ideas, colors, buttons, fabrics and anything. I see people agreeing to whatever he says and I wonder is that how it really works? But then again, he is afterall the creative director. He is the one who brought LV and himself multi-million dollar success. He is Marc Jacobs.

Marc Jacob in a skirt and his gigantic hermes' birkin (2008) He looks pretty good I would have to say.

My favourite scene would be when he divulge his health secrets by showing us the numerous vitamins and supplements he takes daily, apparently. He drinks mangosteen juice in a shot. Mangosteen? Where do you find it in the USA? I had to smuggle one in my luggage from home just to prove to my colleagues that I ain't making shit up.

So after the documentary ended, I felt like I have to find out more. I need to know first of all: Why? Why is the whole world begging to own something with his name sewn on the back?

For all I know, I would have thought of Micheal Jackson instead of him when I see those initials M.J.

So I asked a poshy friend who is a fan and got to know that the "Stam bag" is one of his signature items. Cute, but I'm still not convinced. Then I thought about Danielle as I know she's covered (almost) head-to-toe in his designs. But I still haven't got to talk to her much as she's super busy.

Then I remembered I was pretty in love with MJ's signature perfume last X'mas but never took the plunge (hint hint).

But guess what I found!

Marc Jacobs Rana (which means frog in Spanish) bag.

Vicki Beckhams in a MJ ad featuring the Rana bag.

The Rana bag in neon PINK.

So I guess I'm a little swayed towards the MJ camp for now. IF ANYONE OF YOU SEE ANY OF THESE PRECIOUS FROG BAG(on sale) PLEASE LET ME KNOW. They're a little hard to find as I'm totally backdated in the fashion trends (and sorry for yelling).

Oh well. I digress.

You all know that it's the economic crisis now. We have to stop, or rather, I have to stop all my impossible, irrational shopping urges. Even if I lock myself at home, online shopping still calls upon me. ARGH.

Have I felt the effects of the crisis? Yes. How? My agency has been laying people off. Today the toll was 8. The total? I think I lost track.

Everyone looks out their own window.

I sat outside on my balcony in my comfy college-days red butterfly chair. I am talking to my dear pal in SF, exchanging bits and pieces between our worlds.

It’s pitter-pattering on the rooftop of the car porch right below me. I thank the heavens quietly under my breath for this miraculous occurrence. It smells damn right good, right now.

The rain. The scent tonight (or rather, in this city) distinctly distinct.

It’s gritty. It’s crass. It’s like mud in the air, a bizarre mixture of the unsettling earth and the lost leaves of trees clashing into each other’s elements.

Whereas in Singapore, when it pours, I can smell the density of each droplet. It’s very complex to say what I feel but it’s something more human, more organic, like the taste of a warm butter cookie, earlier, dipped into a cup of mint tea.

And to get a whiff of the rain in San Francisco is like having the crispness of an iceberg dashing through and through my entire insides topped with a 2-second blackout—only to be awaken into a dream that doesn’t end until you deliberately leave.

With the rain, it feel extraordinarily serene tonight. Like the weather, this week turned out random and surprisingly diverse. From sadness to disillusion, and from anger to hope. Today, I feel like I’ve been taken for a shaky ride and finally, finally, returned home safely.

48 Ways to Be Nice and Improve the World Around You

I thought everyone might need to take a chapter outta these ok! It's time to be play NICE.

Real Simple's The Guide to Happiness

How to Be Nice to Your Friends, Family, and Those Who Need a Little Extra

Channel your second-grade teacher and playfully give out gold-star stickers to all the people in your life — young and old — who somehow make your day a little easier.

If you know someone is going out to dinner to celebrate a special occasion, call the restaurant in advance and say you’ll pick up the cost of her wine or dessert.

When someone is moving to a new city, supply friends and family members with stamped, preaddressed postcards. (Hand them out at the going-away party.) By the time the family pulls into the new driveway, there will be warm wishes awaiting them.

When you run across a newspaper or magazine article you think someone you know would find interesting, take a moment to clip it out. Attach a Post-it note that reads “Thought you’d enjoy” and drop it in the mail. This takes less time than writing a letter, but the gesture still shows the other person you’re thinking about her. Laura Noss, who owns a public-relations firm for nonprofits in San Francisco, says her father, who lives in Cleveland, does just that. “It means so much that when he’s reading something, he’ll rip it out, fold it, attach a message, put the postage on it, and send it to me,” she says. “I save almost all of them.”

Similarly, when a young person in your hometown does something to merit a mention in the newspaper (the high school quarterback saves the big game in overtime or your neighbor gets elected student-body president), clip out the photo and article and send it to the person’s family. Chances are, they’ll want to collect every copy they can. (One notable exception: the police blotter.)

If you travel a lot on business, record yourself reading your children’s favorite bedtime stories; they can listen to your voice as they flip through the book. Finish each night’s reading with a countdown of the days until you’re back home with them.

Every day for a year, jot down one thing you love about your child/husband/friend (he has a crooked smile; she snorts when she laughs). At the end of the year, give the person your one-of-a-kind, 365-item list.

When you develop photos from a vacation or a major life event that an elderly relative missed, get an extra set of prints and send them to her.

When guests are leaving, escort them to their car, not just to the front door. If you’re driving someone home, wait until she’s inside the house before you pull away.

Hide messages for your family to find throughout the day, like “Thanks for doing a load!” in the dryer, or a silly joke in your child’s lunch box.

If someone you know is going through a difficult time, call to let her know that you’re thinking about her, but make sure your message doesn’t leave her with a sense of obligation: “Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you, but don’t worry about calling me back.” When a friend was being treated for breast cancer in a hospital outside her home state, Sandy Donaldson, a community-relations coordinator in Newport News, Virginia, rented her friend a beeper and entered the names of the woman’s friends in its contact list. Whenever her friend got beeped, she could look and see who was sending kind thoughts her way. “The only rule was that she was not allowed to call anyone back,” says Donaldson, who didn’t want her friend to feel any more burdened during her illness.

When a neighbor is grieving, leave a basket on her front porch, filled with blank thank-you cards she can send to people who have brought flowers or made donations.

When stocking up on school supplies, pick up a few extras and give them to your child’s teacher to pass on to students whose families might not be able to afford them.

Donate two tickets to a major sporting or theatrical event to an organization like Big Brothers Big Sisters. That way, a Big Sis can take her Little Sis to something out of the ordinary that she otherwise might not be able to afford.

How to Be Nice to People on the Job

When the temperature dips, offer your mail carrier or the teenager shoveling your walk a fresh cup of coffee or hot chocolate. Buy lidded disposable cups so they can have it “to go.”

If someone goes beyond her job description to help you, call or send an e-mail to her supervisor praising her. The employee will get a small career boost, and the boss will probably be thrilled to hear something other than complaints.

Avery Horzewski, a communications consultant in San Jose, California, likes to give chocolates or Starbucks gift cards to grocery clerks, delivery people, and others who are especially friendly or helpful.

Bring in a box of doughnuts for your building’s maintenance staff. Just don’t consume all the jelly-filled ones before you pull into the company parking lot.

When you make an in-person donation to a nonprofit organization (such as an animal shelter), also drop off something to brighten the day of the people working in the trenches.

Lindsey Schocke, an administrative assistant in Atlanta, knows how stressful starting a new job can be. So whenever her company hires somebody, she makes a point of extending a lunch invitation. “I can answer some questions for them,” she says, “and then they have a friendly face to say hello to until they get to know everybody.”

Overtip your breakfast waiter. He probably put forth just as much effort as someone on the evening shift would, but his take-home pay is probably lower.

Also read other sections of " How to Be Nice to Your Neighbors" & "How to Be Nice to Strangers and the World Around You" here.

Did I

tell you that I re-pierced my nose? Okay, there might not be a thing call "re-pierce", but I did it on the exact same side to the exact same nose after the previous closed due to 'misunderstandings' between me and my body.

He was very skilled but a bit fierce.

My uncle said I'm too old for such actions (?) and my mom said: What?! (This fav. phrase of hers is also printed on her fav. t-shirt which she's guilty of wearing all the time.)

It was impromptu as Amy came to town and made me wanna do something painful.

Nah, it was just stress from work and then I realise I'm 11 months and 5 days old in Vegas! Almost a full year! I should be able to walk on my own at least, but I'm still so needy.

I'm halfway to becoming an LV native now, according to the cool funny old man who was playing his guitar on the roadside—complete with sock & sandals, kneepads (yes, you read me right) and a foldable camping chair in case he needed a break from the 'stage' he set up. It was an interesting night at the LV's monthly "First Friday" events.My friend approached him with a $5 contribution and asked about the kneepads. He said he will deomonstrate their purpose in a little bit and he did.Hard core. Take that all you Guitar-hero wannabes!!!

I actually went to this event in June, and I haven't been back since. I went for the first time in November but it was cold and raining. I don't think I'll go again, since my 'kaki' is not longer here :(

I count myself pretty fortunate (a-hem) that I've many many visitors during such a short time. Everyone either misses me so much (!!!) or they fancy my giant never-fail-to-shock bathtub or both. Either way it's a win-win situation for them. As for me, I get plenty of good company and goodies from foreign lands. Trying not to complain here.

My tally is at 14 houseguests and 13 visitors-with-their-own-hotel-rooms.

Just want to let y'all know that I rarely change my sheets and wash my towels.

Kidding.

And now I'm waiting for the day my mom will come visit. And I know Lesie & wife are not going to make the trip for some reasons. How dare these people have other priorities in life!

Also, it means my 1 year work review is coming up. I wonder if that actually means anything for me, given the somewhat weird vibe in the agency. Bad economy? Lay-offs? My department has so far been very secure. We even got new businesscards as we're officially in a seperate 'group'. But I do know I've worked my ass off. Pray for me people! Pray! And you know what I'm after.

And those of you who don't know my friends Lance & Nica, it doesn't matter. He just welcomed his firstborn Aiden into this world (YAY!) after his wife did all the hard work.Little Acorn, oops I meant Aiden, just a few days old. (Photo stolen from your album lance! Hope you don't mind spreading some happiness.)

In similiar news, my other friends Melvin & Cindy also popped their firstborn Layla about a month plus ago.Awwwwww.......this pic of Layla smiling simply makes me melt a little bit. She had a case of baby acne but she much better now!(Another stolen photo from Mel's blog. Where else could I've gotten them?)

So my very out and open plan is to introduce these two babies one fine day (one is on the end of the East coast and the other on the end of the West Coast). I know their parents will be great in-laws and both families will get along damn well. heehee I'm thinking a bit far along the road but hey! who knows right ;)

And no, my blog is not turning into a baby annoucement center. It's just happy when happy babies arrive in happy families to lead happy lives.

Best wishes to them and hope they grow up strong and smart to save the planet!

I can feel it.

I can smell it coming.

I can see it as the clouds roll in gently over the sky.

Ladies and Gentlemen: The Fabulous Fall season is here.

Last year's Fall Garden display at the Bellagio

Sigh. It’s almost bittersweet. I love love love, when almost a year ago, I stepped into this unknown city of zero humidity and experienced a nice extended wave of the lovely Fall weather. Just after a few weeks of slight discomfort, I adjusted to the dry-ness with a healthier daily dosage of water. You can basically wear anything you want (oh well, almost~), sleep without the heater or air-conditioning, feel amazingly perfect in just bare skin and air.

But with the arrival of Fall, it almost means that Winter is creeping up slowly and undetected. And just one fine day I woke up and headed out — Bam! The chill hit and tingled down the spine. There was no turning back to a long dark and miserable Winter in the desert.

So now, I suddenly, like everything precious, realize I took Summer for granted. I bitched and whined about the boiling temperature, especially how the scorching sun shine glaringly into my eyes as I drive almost blinded. I hate to worry about finding a shaded spot to park for long hours at work. I get pissed when I see increment in my electric bills for the air-conditioning. However, I know I am a tropical girl by blood. I need the heat and most importantly, I need to get a tan before it’s too late.

I am going to change the topic now.

A few work-laden days ago, it marked my survival of the 7th anniversary in this country.

7 years ago, 2 weeks after my arrival was also 9/11, the beginning of some dark years to follow. It was pretty inauspicious and I wondered if I’ve made a very bad decision. The US dollar raised, international travel became the biggest pain in my traveling ass and the worst was the fear. I remember my mom telling me not to go near or cross the Golden Gate Bridge, the Bay Bridge or the Financial District because they’re important structures in the city and always experience bomb threats.

This fear instilled in the nation just caused more and more inconvenience, even until this day, 7 years later.

Well. Back to the survival part.
I can’t believe that I was here that long. It, I don’t really know now, if it’s too much or too little. Because whenever I visit home, I feel like it’s all a dream. That I had never left, except a strange indescribable feeling, like I just woke up from a dream that I am trying so hard to remember but I can’t.

I’m not making sense, am I?

So I jolly well come back to my supposed “dream”, only to continue slaving over a computer and some software that helps make the Internet pretty and move things so that you will be entertained.

Things I do for the greater good.

And can I share a secret?

Whenever I cook pasta at home, well, not every time but, sometimes, when I cook pasta at home……..

I eat it with chopsticks.

I think it sums up how I have internally combined both my Eastern and Western virtues.

Or values.

Or it just shows how messed up I am.

blaaaaaaaaah

No wonder......

That's what I've experienced lately. So what do I do? Retaliate? Ignore? Forgive & Forget?

Work is a biatch.

blah.

There hasn't been anything much going on in my life except for work, work and work. And I am refraining myself from blogging about work JUST IN CASE this will ever be seen by their eyes. I've heard ppl getting into trouble about blogging about and during work (I am guilty of the latter right now but my boss has left the building).

Despite it being a drag, I feel I'm appreciated by my boss and all my hard work will be a great reflection of my earnestness and talent. Yah, talent. I gotz it.

I was sent on my first solo client trip to SF a few days ago. Though I was not the first choice (the 1st is my boss), I felt good that I'm actually trusted to represent the agency. My only regret is that I didn't get to stay overnight in SF to meet up with my left-behind friends. Next time, I think, when I am the boss.

I guess I am totally talking about work right now when I just said I won't.

I should stop now and just show u something I feel for some colleagues.

The cat look exactly like my ex-bf's cat.

guilty

Working brings out the best in me, especially today.

Since I'm officially an Interactive designer...

it's totally legit for me to surf the net all day during work for research.

My next client is a high-end luxury condo/hotel/spa service provider and I was just shoppingsurfing sophisticated luxury brands for reference.

Viktor & Rolf is not as huge as they should be, according to me coz' I actually like their logo/creative direction a lot. Check out this pic of their flagship store in Paris where the interiors are built upside down.



At first I thought they got their shitzz wrong on the website and wanna write a complaint letter to demand compensation for causing me such emotional distress. But then I realize I am the fooled fool.

Isn't that so clever?

Did I mention that I want to live to Paris?

I want to live in Paris.

My no. 1 reason for low-productivity rate

I'm being paid to do nothing lately...well, our dept. kinda deserves this break because we've just launched 2 major painful websites. I was introduced to this plug-in for Mozilla's Firefox browser which clearly is a time-consuming, you'll-never-work-again kinda fun thing to install. It randomly brings you to ANY webpage ever created based on your preferences. So you can definitely pick your usual filthy humor, political news, girly blogs, weather-first topics and you're all ready to roll.

Try it, It's actually much better than how I'm describing it. I just lost my writing skills today.
And of course if you're doing this at work, don't brag about it to other colleagues unless you work in a casual environment like mine. And don't blame me if you ever get fired because this post will self-destruct in 10 seconds and you'll lose all evidence.

So, have plenty fun!

She'd landed! (and some other irrelevant news....)

Welcome to planet earth Yuki-chan~

I've, once again, became a proud Auntie to this pretty little Snowflake who flitter-flattered her way into Japan right in time for X'mas; Thanks to my cousin NHao, who has been working overtime to contribute high quality cuteness to the world!

*clap clap clap*

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Meanwhile I also have been busy baking something in my oven... ...
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I was talking about cookies lah~ heehee

There's a cookie exchange event in my office organized by a few ladies. So I signed up in hopes of making more friends and most of all... ... IMAGINE ALL THE COOKIES I'LL BE GETTING!!!

But b4 you get the cookies, you have to make some first. I immediately consulted my personal baker and she promptly delivered a fool-proof festive solution — Chocolate Peppermint Crunch Cookie Bark.

Behold! You'll be witnessing my struggles as a baking fool.

1) Mix the stuff together. easy.
2)Lay the dough on the baking sheet as thin as you can. And this is the first mistake I made by forgetting to use the best tools I have — my Freaking hands. Only until the second batch did I realise and start using the good tool.
3) Put it in the oven.
4) Freshly out of the oven, sprinkle chocolate chips on the surface right away. This is where I made my second mistake on the first batch by forgetting to spread the choc chips and sprinkled away with the peppermint! What a stupid fool!
So I went in later to 'doctor' it.

5) After laying them out for at least 2 hours, Its time to crack and pack. Break the cookies into small pieces that'll fit into the goodie bag.
Of course I disguised the first ugly batch on the lowest layer :) Wahaha

Target store-bought Holly Berry Candy toppings were also used for variety. Nuts, crushed toffee or chopped white chocolate could have been used too. But I didn't think of it earlier.

D'oh!

I carefully packed and styled the cookies bags — making sure they have similiar amount of goodies inside and look perfect from the outside.

6) Step back and admire!


p.s. By the way, the cookies taste a tad too sweet for me personally. But nevertheless good! I hope the cookie ladies enjoyed them!

To get the recipe click here.