This is to the one who held my hands with tears glinting in his eyes and told me that they are beautiful, and one day, I shall hold many hearts in it the way I held his. This may not make much sense to everyone, but this man…he’ll always have a special place in my heart, til the day that it stopped beating.
This man…he means a lot to me, because he’s the only man in this whole wide world who truly know what I like, what dislike and what I loathe. He’s the only one in the world who probably know that I love listening to Rod Steward, Bryan Adams, Sting, MLTR and the only one who did not laugh at me when I told him that I had a crush on Jason Donovan and admired Kylie Minogue.
This man…was the one who taught me how to waltz and dance, and when I got tired and breathless with all the dancing and yet still refuse to stop, he’ll take off my shoes, and let me step on his feet so that I could still dance longer and told me, that each time I’m tired and yet still want to go on dancing, he’ll always be there for me, holding my hands and lead me to dance, and catch me when I fall.
This man… he’s my hero…he was there for me when I was sick and scared, and had tears in his eyes when I was on the verge of death. He held my hands mournfully, with unshed tears and a smile inspired on his lips with prayers in his heart, encouraging me to be brave as I told him not to let go of me as they wheeled me into the operation theater. I remembered those time well… as he was the only one there, truly concern for my pains while the rest seems to be oblivious to my feelings. He kissed my forehead, and told me not to be afraid, for he will be there for me when I wake up.
God loves me, for he gave me this man, who tells me to be brave and be a fighter, and stay strong because the world is a cruel place, and if I need him, he’ll be there for me when I am tired and need a shoulder to cry upon.
Thank you God, for giving me this man, and remembering the times with that man who shall always have a special place in my heart, I feel that for the first time, one lifetime with him is not enough. Thank you God, for giving me such a wonderful daddy in whose heart, I’ll always be his little girl.
Quote from Cleffairy’s latest novel: I wish I can give you the world, but the world doesn’t belong to me. You can have my heart instead.
I wasn’t in my best of health these few days. Down with fever and flu, sneezing like nobody’s business, and to add cherry on top of the damn ice cream, I suspect my lungs are giving me problems again. But then again…life goes on. Sick as I am, I can’t let it affect me that much, and while I was brainstorming with my noveling group last few night, I started to regret that I didn’t allow my body to take me to bed, and have a nice sleep instead of yakking with a bunch of authors who are ruled by their hormones and libido, because the consequences was rather dire. I couldn’t sleep at all after that, because I had a rather steamy conversation with my group.
It doesn’t help the situation that the usual sane one… which is usually me… was also not quite in her right mind with the temperature raising and all. Instead of brainstorming, we ended up talking about how to construct sexy scenes which leaves less the the reader’s imagination.
With authors like that… nobody ever needs a dose of Harlequin and Mills Boon Romance ever again.
Remember the times when I wrote about morning erection? It was as a result of my discussion with my noveling group, and this time, it’s much more worst than morning erection. This time…it’s all about naked men. And to think that it all begin with an innocent:
“My new novel has a main character who is an artist, specializing in figure drawing. She’s just hired a new model who just so happens to be someone she had a crush on ages ago. Well she still does have a crush on him so she can’t help checking him out while she’s drawing him. And obviously he’s nude. If you were her what would you be noticing first? Now, she works with a lot of nude models, both male and female, so it’s certainly not her first time seeing a naked body. This is the first time she’s ever been attracted to the model though. So, tell the truth, what would you not so subtly check out if you were her?”
The lame and boring discussion on how to and what to do with your characters suddenly became intense and interesting. I know what this innocent question is going to lead to, and so I watched the screen with immense interest. Sometimes, these people can really crack you up, no joke.
One of us gave this as an answer:
I’ve studied figure drawing for years. No matter how many naked guys I see, in and out of class, I always always always look at the pener first. Always.
I cracked up, of course, this is a rather typical answer for an author or an artist, no matter how professional they are. I waited longer, and continued to watch the screen…and the words below appeared on my IM:
Is it bad that the first thing I thought was, “That depends on which direction he’s facing” 😉 In general, though, I’d have to say the bottom. If I spend a lot of time thinking about or looking at the male *ahem* equipment, it just starts to look funny to me… but a nice butt is universal 🙂
Another one added in:
His butt. Checking out the full frontal is a little too obvious, and steps over the line of professionalism. Besides, who can resist a cute butt?
By this time, I had to stifle my laughter for the fear of arousing my entire household, and I managed to type these:
I would look for the “V” the v is the area below his abs and above his hips. A really well sculptured man has deep in set lines in this area that create a V. Of course the V is pointing down toward his manhood! I am also going to check it out. If I see a naked man I will check out his package. I want to see if he “manscapes” or not. I will also watch his body move so I can see his muscles moving under his skin. Watching a man’s back or arms flex during natural activity is so hot! For a picture of the “V” I am referring to just google shirtless men.
Out of the sudden, the chatroom became eerily quiet with my answer, and after a while, this comes out on the screen.
“I think our Cleffairy has been kidnapped and been replaced by a horny fairy!”
And I began to wonder, what the hell did I write wrong? It was my honest opinion. The V part on men is sexy, is it not? Now, tell me the truth, ladies, if you were to look at a naked man, what would you notice first? His manhood, his back, his butt or other things?
Look at the picture above, my sisters in crime… isn’t the V-line sexy? I think it’s sexier than the penis itself even. I mean… men’s penises would just look weird if it’s not aroused… it’s just…a dangling little thing, but the V-line? It’s just hot!
When I was a little girl, I used to get beautiful dreams where I’m surrounded with scattered and floating collectibles, such as figurines, dolls and music boxes.
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I’m all grown up now. I no longer get beautiful dreams where beautiful music boxes serenade to me. Instead of getting such dreams, I get nightmares consisting of betrayal, cold blooded murders and lies. Even my dad stops buying me those beautiful music boxes because he thought I would prefer those expensive high-tech gadgets instead of simple collectibles I used to get as a little girl.
It is strange how time changed people and their dreams, and I come to realize that every now and then, we should look back at those simple joys we used to have, like giving music boxes to our loved ones as a token of our love and appreciation.
I missed receiving music boxes as a token of love, and since no one buys me music boxes anymore, I’m thinking of getting one as I happened to stumble upon musicboxes.com coupon codes that I can use to buy it for myself. Unless of course…someone out there is offering to buy me one for the coming Valentines?
Cleffairy: I’m all grown up now, but every now and then, I would allow myself the small pleasure of revisiting my childhood fantasies. Tell me… how many of you girls out there still receive a music box as a token of love, or it has been replaced with Ipods, laptop, digicam and whatnots?
Some men just can’t last long. This is one of the famous complains murmured by women behind men’s back. Women just don’t complain in front of you men because that will definitely hurt your manly ego.
Most men make a boring and unexciting lover because they either don’t bother to make it exciting or don’t know how to make their erection last longer, and therefore, inspiring fake orgasm and whatnot from his female counterpart.
Well, since this article is aimed on men who are famous for their impatience, without further ado, let us proceed to the tips, shall we?
Last-longer position 1: Mission possible
Missionary position. This might not be nominated as “Best Position in the Bedroom” award but this position nonetheless, is the most helpful for men who want to prolong coitus.
Speaking of coitus, you can try practicing coitus interruptus, which entails deliberately withdrawing your slimy little friend from her vagina prior to ejaculation and holding it. Soon afterward, you may insert your little friend back in and continue on your merry way.
Last-longer position 2: Face me, darling.
Another great position that’ll help most men last longer during sexual intercourse is the “sitting inside each other” position. You sit with your legs crossed and she sits atop you doing the same and controlling the tempo.
The great thing about this position is that you get to rub her back or pull her by the shoulders and suck on her breasts with ease. As well, she can bite into your neck or rub your back while you both enjoy a constant sexual pace. This position is quite an intimate position, and most women would find it enjoyable.
When you become accustomed to this situation and learn adequate penis control, then you can give her some new instructions and get her to squat up and down on your member while she puts her hands on your knees for balance.
Last-longer position 3: Ride ’em cowgirl, yeehaaa!
Some men does loose control when they’re in this position, considering they don’t have any power when the woman on top does all the maneuvering, many men find a woman’s back-and-forth thrusting rather than up and down very comfortable.
Allowing her to take control of the situation can help you concentrate on keeping your orgasm at bay. As well, you get to watch your little cowgirl bounce around while she does her thing.
Once the thrusting thing becomes child’s play for you, you can try letting her squat. But be warned: The squatting position is likely to make you lose your mind and send you straight to seventh heaven and ejaculate a lot faster.
That’s because in this cowgirl position, the vagina tends to hug your penis rather tightly, and your genitals and hers are the only two body parts that are touching
Last-longer position 4: Spoon me, baby…
This position should be reserved for morning sex. With her back facing you, lift up one of her legs and insert yourself inside her warm fleshy area.
Although the initial feeling may be that of tightness, if you brace yourself, the feeling will become more comforting. Many guys are able to control themselves and last longer in this position.
Dear men, keep in mind that it takes more than just sex positions to help you last longer. You need to keep a positive frame of mind. Don’t turn it into a self-fulfilling prophecy by continuously telling yourself that you can’t do it. You can, especially if you believe you can.
Turning foreplay into a game of lustful sexual containment can be more fun than the actual sex itself. Make your foreplay last. Practice makes perfect, men… understand the waterworks, and get into the game. And last but not least, ladies and gentlemen, I have a message for all of you:
Cleffairy: You know what I mean… safe sex, people. here’s blowing all of you a kiss, and have a nice, sexy weekend.
Getting to know mature and wise fellow bloggers out there, like Shakira, Claire, Eugene and STP made me learn a lot. I feel tiny in comparison to them, all because they are wiser, and have been through rougher times than me. They made me realize that life is a tough, but a wonderful journey. It’s just like sailing in a stormy sea. You just needs to stay strong and be courageous in order to survive and not drown instead.
My days are usually bad, as I have sleeping problems and whatnots. But these days, I tend to count my blessing, even when I had a rough day and nothing good actually happened.
There’s not much I can write today, cuz I had terrible, nasty headache, and my Muse avoided me like a plague. I couldn’t really do anything today, but out of boredom, I went on youtube, and found this Italian/Neapolitan song, O Sole Mio, sang by the late Maestro Luciano Parvarotti and the hot hunk Bryan Adams, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful and blessed that I met my husband and married him.
Do you know why I feel that way? Oh, well, most of you might not realize it as I sounded very fierce and firm with my stands in my articles and my comments. But truthfully, I am a hopeless romantic inside, and I have a hunch that if I didn’t meet my husband almost 8 years ago, I would have definitely fall in love with the person who serenade O Sole Mio to me. Or even worst, I could have married the first person who proposed to me by singing this song beneath my bedroom window.
I could have ended up with someone like Parvarotti, for all I care. You see, I’m not the kind who would fall in love with people for their looks and looks alone. Call me weird, but I consider people’s voice a a charming trait. While some woman may go for men who are loaded, I couldn’t care less if the man is penniless. As long as the man is… ahemm… a passionate man and can demonstrate to me that he’s a good and exhilarating lover, then my heart is all gone. I’d choose a single stalk of a rose rather than a huge hunk of diamond. I’d go for a love letter any day rather than expensive gifts. And I definitely go for a virile young man who could satisfy me in bed rather than a financially stable, elderly man who can lay a kingdom at my feet but could not perform in bed.
Passionately hopeless, isn’t it? But I can’t help it. That’s who I actually am. Even my own love story with my husband involved fireworks, roses, romantic visits through the window and a whirlwind romance. I am not sure if I want to share my love story with all of you, as it’s quite X-rated.
I don’t know how your love stories with your sweethearts goes, but mine is rather an old fashion courting rather than the modern ones. I never once go dating with him in a cinema, and instead of going for clubbing or something of that sort, we waltzed beneath the fluorescent light back in the hostel room and boy, did we court troubles.
My husband… was quite a Regency Rake type of guy, and I was… let’s say I was a woman, ruled by my hormones. This is going to sound rather shameless, but he had ways with me, and I fell for it. There’s intense chemistry between us back then, and would you be surprised if I say that I knew who was right for me with a mere touch of the hand?
Weird, but true. I’ll be honest here. I used to have crushes on boys when I was in high school, but I know that we’re not meant to be lovers as I feel that they are not for me when I held their hand.
Anyway, for what it’s worth, I am glad that I met my husband. It’s a blessing that I tend to take for granted as time passes by. My passionate and romantic nature could have spelled troubles for me, but I’m glad that I fell for the right person. I could have fall for some Spanish or dangerous Italian Casanova for all I care.
I never do fall for bad-ass kind of guy like most girls do. I have tendency to fall for romantic blokes who would romance me. It would have been disaster for me if I didn’t meet the right one.That thought alone made me shudder.
My own love story is not flawless, and not always romantic, but I did the right thing. I married someone whom I cannot live without, instead just marrying someone whom I can just live with. That alone is a blessing, isn’t it? God does love me after all. He gave me someone to accompany me through this rough life, and I should thank him for that.
It would please me immensely if you could share with me your love story, but if you can’t, it’s all right. I’ll understand, cuz it might be somewhat personal and X-rated too. Whose love story is not X-rated, anyway?
Allow me to end this entry with a songs dedication. ‘O Sole Mio’ and the English rendition of it, ‘It’s Now or Never’ sang by the King of Rock, Elvis Presley. They are beautiful love song, and I suppose, it’s composed to steal someone’s heart.
O Sole Mio – by the late Maestro Luciano Parvarotti & Bryan Adams
Neapolitan lyrics
Che bella cosa e’ na jurnata ‘e sole
n’aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe’ ll’aria fresca pare già na festa
Che bella cosa e’ na jurnata ‘e sole
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase ‘na malincunia;
sotto ‘a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n’atu sole,
cchiù bello, oje ne’
‘O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!
’O SOLE MIO (Translation)
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,
A gentle breeze after the storm!
Through the fresh air already appears a feast.
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!
Refrain:
But another, lovelier sun doesn’t exist.
My sun is your face.
The sun, my sun,
Is your face, is your face.
There’s a light in the panes of your window.
A laundress sings and boasts.
While she wrings and spreads and sings,
There’s a light in the panes of your window.
Refrain
When night is falling and the sun is setting,
A feeling almost like melancholy overcomes me.
I would stop under your window,
When night is falling and the sun is setting.
Refrain
English rendition of O Sole Mio- It’s Now Or Never by Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley – It’s Now Or Never Lyrics
It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.
When I first saw you
with your smile so tender
My heart was captured,
my soul surrendered
I’d spend a lifetime
waiting for the right time
Now that your near
the time is here at last.
It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.
Just like a willow,
we would cry an ocean
If we lost true love
and sweet devotion
Your lips excite me,
let your arms invite me
For who knows when
we’ll meet again this way
It’s now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it’s now or never
My love won’t wait.
It’s Now or Never+ O Sole Mio
Quote from Cleffairy’s novel in progress: I’m afraid that I will say anything to you that might come out wrong, so instead, I will try to tell you with this silence. When you understand the words I’m not saying, then maybe you can teach me to speak again, like you’ve taught my eyes to see, and my heart to love.
Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I used to sneak into my parent’s room when I was roused in the middle of the night because of nightmares. Of course it was not always nightmares. Sometimes, I sneaked into my parents room because I wet the bed.
I never did favoured sleeping in the dark. It scares me. It scares me terribly when I’m alone in the dark, because daddy used to tell me that there are monsters in the closet, under the bed and inside the toilet bowl, waiting to come out to eat and bring naughty little girls away from their home if they don’t behave or stay awake pass their bedtime.
You see… I was no angel when I was a child. I was a little rascal. I was a rather opinionated child. I never liked to go to bed early, because I hate to sleep alone.
I was daddy’s little girl, and can often be found begging him to tell me bedtime stories over and over again. His stories were no ordinary fairy tales with dashing princes riding off into the sunset on a white stallion with pretty princesses in his arms. They are much better than fairy tales. Yes, they are much, much better. It usually started with “On a dark, stormy night, there was a nasty, horrible looking witch. She cackled and knocks on a castle’s door with her long, skull staff…the castle’s door creaked opened…”
Daddy’s stories are very interesting, but it often made me fear the dark. And so, when he’s too tired to tell me anymore stories, he would kiss me goodnight and join my mum in their bedroom. As soon as he closed my bedroom door, I would snuggle into the cover cuz I felt as if the monsters are watching me, waiting to claw on me and take me away from my mummy and daddy and feed me to the Goblin King.
Yes, my daddy might not know this, but his bedtime stories made my imaginations goes rampage. His stories may have scare me, but I will always ask him to tell me his made up stories over and over again. I could never grew tired of it, as it’s no ordinary stories. There are no ridiculous girls with glass slippers waiting for a prince to marry her or even a girl who fell asleep for a hundred years. There’s no such thing, but there’s adventures in each of my daddy’s stories.
I like those stories. Daddy was a great storyteller. It’s just too bad that he’s not an author. He would have made a great one. And you know what? I’m no longer a little girl. I’m all grown up now with family of my own, and yet, I still asked him to tell me those stories when I meet him every now and then…because those stories never had an ending. I wanted to know how it ended!
Unfortunately for me, it is up to me to imagine the endings, because my daddy hits me with the truth. He merely made up the stories as he goes. He told me, he doesn’t know how it actually ended and only continued to tell me bedtime stories when I was a little girl in hopes that I’ll grow bored of the stories and fall asleep. He didn’t know that his plans actually backfires and I got addicted to his bedtime stories.
Sometimes, I wish that I’m a little girl again. Daddy’s little girl, for I missed those bedtime stories, and the times where I can sneak into my parents room and I’ll be comforted when I wake up crying in the middle of the night because of nightmares.
Remembering my bedtime stories session with my daddy makes me wonder, how many of you out there takes the time to tell bedtime stories to your little children? Do you grace them with your presence in their bedroom and take some time to tell them stories? You might not know this… but simple things like a bedtime stories can be erected in children’s memories forever.
Cleffairy: I wonder, how many of the children in the modern and hi-tech era will grow up to tell others that their mummies and daddies told them bedtime stories?
I know I said that the previous entry would be my last for 2009 and I will only start writing in my blog again on 1st January 2010, but I couldn’t stay away. I can’t help it, not when I could feel so much joy and love out there from ALL of you. I could feel the warmth that all of you were spreading around.
You see… I’ve always been a Grinch and somewhat a Scrooge during Christmas seasons. Why? Because I feel that Christmas have grown to be rather superficial as time passes by, and instead of reveling in the joy of giving and spreading warmth to people around you, I only get to see the gluttony and the ungratefulness from the people around me. I get to see what Christmas should never be about.
But this year…you guys made me believe in the joy of giving and receiving again. Because you gave me the precious joy of all, not in the form of presents wrapped with fancy glittering papers with ribbons and bows, but in the form of kind words and greetings, and also a little of your time to think about me. Truthfully, I could not ask for more, because this gift is a present that no money in the world could ever buy.
I thought, my Christmas would be boring as usual where I’ll be either alone or entertaining people who don’t actually care about me. But I was wrong this year.While it’s not all about me, I felt that it is about me this year, as I received many wonderful surprise from all of you here. You were there for me. Your voice reached out to me. And I am truly touched.
You cannot imagine how happy I am to receive sms from my blogger friends from Malaysia and all around the world, because except for one or two in my real life, not many bothered to do so.
Eugene called me up to wish me a Merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, which pleasantly surprised me. I didn’t expect him to ring me, not when I know he’s probably busy celebrating with his loved ones. I also didn’t expect Shakira to call me up on Christmas morning to chat with me and tell me that she cared for me either.
And it was also beyond me that Claire who is probably busy to death with her Christmas activities with her family and Zara who doesn’t even celebrate Christmas made time to send me Christmas wishes via sms.
And it was beyond my wildest imaginations that I’ll be receiving calls from friends from Singapore and Europe too. All of this did not happen last year. I couldn’t even remember what Christmas was like for me last year. It was probably just one of those days, but this year’s Christmas will be erected in my memory forever. I will remember this Christmas.
Perhaps, God worked his miracles in mysterious ways after all. With all the nonsense that’s going on in my life and I started to loose faith as I felt abandoned when my prayers for comfort help are unheard, God decided to give me a little nudge to remind me that he is taking care of me from afar, though I might not know it.
I don’t know whether God’s meddling is real or not, but I feel as if God is trying to deliver me a message or some sort that the world is not such a cold place and hope is not yet lost after all, as when I feel that my little world is crumbling beneath my feet by sending me all of you as my friends to spare kind thoughts for me.
Whatever it is… whether or not there’s divine intervention in my life or not, I still would like to say this:
Thank you. Thank you very much for sparing your thoughts for me, and letting me know that you cared for me. It’s the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had, and more precious than what money could ever buy.
And here I’d like to dedicate a Christmas song to all of you out there. It’s a song that reflects what I truly want for Christmas. Please take some time to click the video and listen.
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I’m all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I’m not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here’s my lifelong wish
My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal the heart
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end oh,
This is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something shiny
Wrapped beneath the tree
But heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
Oh, This is my grown up Christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up Christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up Christmas list
Cleffairy: The best gift is not what money could ever buy.
I know I said that the previous entry would be my last for 2009 and I will only start writing in my blog again on 1st January 2010, but I couldn’t stay away. I can’t help it, not when I could feel so much joy and love out there from ALL of you. I could feel the warmth that all of you were spreading around.
You see… I’ve always been a Grinch and somewhat a Scrooge during Christmas seasons. Why? Because I feel that Christmas have grown to be rather superficial as time passes by, and instead of reveling in the joy of giving and spreading warmth to people around you, I only get to see the gluttony and the ungratefulness from the people around me. I get to see what Christmas should never be about.
But this year…you guys made me believe in the joy of giving and receiving again. Because you gave me the precious joy of all, not in the form of presents wrapped with fancy glittering papers with ribbons and bows, but in the form of kind words and greetings, and also a little of your time to think about me. Truthfully, I could not ask for more, because this gift is a present that no money in the world could ever buy.
I thought, my Christmas would be boring as usual where I’ll be either alone or entertaining people who don’t actually care about me. But I was wrong this year.While it’s not all about me, I felt that it is about me this year, as I received many wonderful surprise from all of you here. You were there for me. Your voice reached out to me. And I am truly touched.
You cannot imagine how happy I am to receive sms from my blogger friends from Malaysia and all around the world, because except for one or two in my real life, not many bothered to do so.
Eugene called me up to wish me a Merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, which pleasantly surprised me. I didn’t expect him to ring me, not when I know he’s probably busy celebrating with his loved ones. I also didn’t expect Shakira to call me up on Christmas morning to chat with me and tell me that she cared for me either.
And it was also beyond me that Claire who is probably busy to death with her Christmas activities with her family and Zara who doesn’t even celebrate Christmas made time to send me Christmas wishes via sms.
And it was beyond my wildest imaginations that I’ll be receiving calls from friends from Singapore and Europe too. All of this did not happen last year. I couldn’t even remember what Christmas was like for me last year. It was probably just one of those days, but this year’s Christmas will be erected in my memory forever. I will remember this Christmas.
Perhaps, God worked his miracles in mysterious ways after all. With all the nonsense that’s going on in my life and I started to loose faith as I felt abandoned when my prayers for comfort help are unheard, God decided to give me a little nudge to remind me that he is taking care of me from afar, though I might not know it.
I don’t know whether God’s meddling is real or not, but I feel as if God is trying to deliver me a message or some sort that the world is not such a cold place and hope is not yet lost after all, as when I feel that my little world is crumbling beneath my feet by sending me all of you as my friends to spare kind thoughts for me.
Whatever it is… whether or not there’s divine intervention in my life or not, I still would like to say this:
Thank you. Thank you very much for sparing your thoughts for me, and letting me know that you cared for me. It’s the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had, and more precious than what money could ever buy.
And here I’d like to dedicate a Christmas song to all of you out there. It’s a song that reflects what I truly want for Christmas. Please take some time to click the video and listen.
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I’m all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I’m not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here’s my lifelong wish
My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal the heart
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end oh,
This is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something shiny
Wrapped beneath the tree
But heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
Oh, This is my grown up Christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up Christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up Christmas list
Cleffairy: The best gift is not what money could ever buy.
I know I said that the previous entry would be my last for 2009 and I will only start writing in my blog again on 1st January 2010, but I couldn’t stay away. I can’t help it, not when I could feel so much joy and love out there from ALL of you. I could feel the warmth that all of you were spreading around.
You see… I’ve always been a Grinch and somewhat a Scrooge during Christmas seasons. Why? Because I feel that Christmas have grown to be rather superficial as time passes by, and instead of reveling in the joy of giving and spreading warmth to people around you, I only get to see the gluttony and the ungratefulness from the people around me. I get to see what Christmas should never be about.
But this year…you guys made me believe in the joy of giving and receiving again. Because you gave me the precious joy of all, not in the form of presents wrapped with fancy glittering papers with ribbons and bows, but in the form of kind words and greetings, and also a little of your time to think about me. Truthfully, I could not ask for more, because this gift is a present that no money in the world could ever buy.
I thought, my Christmas would be boring as usual where I’ll be either alone or entertaining people who don’t actually care about me. But I was wrong this year.While it’s not all about me, I felt that it is about me this year, as I received many wonderful surprise from all of you here. You were there for me. Your voice reached out to me. And I am truly touched.
You cannot imagine how happy I am to receive sms from my blogger friends from Malaysia and all around the world, because except for one or two in my real life, not many bothered to do so.
Eugene called me up to wish me a Merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, which pleasantly surprised me. I didn’t expect him to ring me, not when I know he’s probably busy celebrating with his loved ones. I also didn’t expect Shakira to call me up on Christmas morning to chat with me and tell me that she cared for me either.
And it was also beyond me that Claire who is probably busy to death with her Christmas activities with her family and Zara who doesn’t even celebrate Christmas made time to send me Christmas wishes via sms.
And it was beyond my wildest imaginations that I’ll be receiving calls from friends from Singapore and Europe too. All of this did not happen last year. I couldn’t even remember what Christmas was like for me last year. It was probably just one of those days, but this year’s Christmas will be erected in my memory forever. I will remember this Christmas.
Perhaps, God worked his miracles in mysterious ways after all. With all the nonsense that’s going on in my life and I started to loose faith as I felt abandoned when my prayers for comfort help are unheard, God decided to give me a little nudge to remind me that he is taking care of me from afar, though I might not know it.
I don’t know whether God’s meddling is real or not, but I feel as if God is trying to deliver me a message or some sort that the world is not such a cold place and hope is not yet lost after all, as when I feel that my little world is crumbling beneath my feet by sending me all of you as my friends to spare kind thoughts for me.
Whatever it is… whether or not there’s divine intervention in my life or not, I still would like to say this:
Thank you. Thank you very much for sparing your thoughts for me, and letting me know that you cared for me. It’s the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had, and more precious than what money could ever buy.
And here I’d like to dedicate a Christmas song to all of you out there. It’s a song that reflects what I truly want for Christmas. Please take some time to click the video and listen.
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I’m all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I’m not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here’s my lifelong wish
My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal the heart
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end oh,
This is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something shiny
Wrapped beneath the tree
But heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
Oh, This is my grown up Christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up Christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up Christmas list
Cleffairy: The best gift is not what money could ever buy.
I know I said that the previous entry would be my last for 2009 and I will only start writing in my blog again on 1st January 2010, but I couldn’t stay away. I can’t help it, not when I could feel so much joy and love out there from ALL of you. I could feel the warmth that all of you were spreading around.
You see… I’ve always been a Grinch and somewhat a Scrooge during Christmas seasons. Why? Because I feel that Christmas have grown to be rather superficial as time passes by, and instead of reveling in the joy of giving and spreading warmth to people around you, I only get to see the gluttony and the ungratefulness from the people around me. I get to see what Christmas should never be about.
But this year…you guys made me believe in the joy of giving and receiving again. Because you gave me the precious joy of all, not in the form of presents wrapped with fancy glittering papers with ribbons and bows, but in the form of kind words and greetings, and also a little of your time to think about me. Truthfully, I could not ask for more, because this gift is a present that no money in the world could ever buy.
I thought, my Christmas would be boring as usual where I’ll be either alone or entertaining people who don’t actually care about me. But I was wrong this year.While it’s not all about me, I felt that it is about me this year, as I received many wonderful surprise from all of you here. You were there for me. Your voice reached out to me. And I am truly touched.
You cannot imagine how happy I am to receive sms from my blogger friends from Malaysia and all around the world, because except for one or two in my real life, not many bothered to do so.
Eugene called me up to wish me a Merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, which pleasantly surprised me. I didn’t expect him to ring me, not when I know he’s probably busy celebrating with his loved ones. I also didn’t expect Shakira to call me up on Christmas morning to chat with me and tell me that she cared for me either.
And it was also beyond me that Claire who is probably busy to death with her Christmas activities with her family and Zara who doesn’t even celebrate Christmas made time to send me Christmas wishes via sms.
And it was beyond my wildest imaginations that I’ll be receiving calls from friends from Singapore and Europe too. All of this did not happen last year. I couldn’t even remember what Christmas was like for me last year. It was probably just one of those days, but this year’s Christmas will be erected in my memory forever. I will remember this Christmas.
Perhaps, God worked his miracles in mysterious ways after all. With all the nonsense that’s going on in my life and I started to loose faith as I felt abandoned when my prayers for comfort help are unheard, God decided to give me a little nudge to remind me that he is taking care of me from afar, though I might not know it.
I don’t know whether God’s meddling is real or not, but I feel as if God is trying to deliver me a message or some sort that the world is not such a cold place and hope is not yet lost after all, as when I feel that my little world is crumbling beneath my feet by sending me all of you as my friends to spare kind thoughts for me.
Whatever it is… whether or not there’s divine intervention in my life or not, I still would like to say this:
Thank you. Thank you very much for sparing your thoughts for me, and letting me know that you cared for me. It’s the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had, and more precious than what money could ever buy.
And here I’d like to dedicate a Christmas song to all of you out there. It’s a song that reflects what I truly want for Christmas. Please take some time to click the video and listen.
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I’m all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I’m not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here’s my lifelong wish
My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal the heart
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end oh,
This is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something shiny
Wrapped beneath the tree
But heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
Oh, This is my grown up Christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up Christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up Christmas list
Cleffairy: The best gift is not what money could ever buy.
