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Frugal oyster sauce and crabstick pasta

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This is going to look a little weird. To some, it might be weird, because not many would cook spaghetti this way. The mad fairy is on her evil witch mode again and was desperate to cook something to poison herself and her poor family with.

The fairy was out of groceries yesterday, and discovered that there’s nothing left in her fridge besides some crab-sticks, chopped garlic and some cabbage. And this is what she decides to cook with those stuff she managed to dig out from her fridge and from her kitchen cabinet.

The weird looking pasta is a combination of chopped garlic that has been sautéed with soya sauce, oyster sauce, black peppers, salt as well as some crab-sticks and cabbage. Looks weird eh?

I think it looks really weird and strange, but taste-wise it’s quite nice and edible, and make a wonderful quickie meals for those who have no time to cook elaborate meals.

It is nothing gourmet, just a frugal meal to keep your tummy warm while you’re working or studying. I would recommend this to busy mums a s well as students. Cheap and it also won’t take much of your time to prepare.


Here’s the recipe:

1/2 packet of spaghetti or yellow noodles (I used spaghetti)

Some crab sticks

6 tablespoon of soya sauce

3-4 tablespoon of oyster sauce

1 table spoon of chopped garlic

1/2 cup of water

Some cooking oil

Salt and coarse black pepper to taste

First of all, cook the pasta/noodle til al dante and drain. Put it aside. Pour in some cooking oil in the pan and sautee the chopped garlic, soya sauce, oyster sauce and black pepper til fragrant.

Add the cabbage leaves that has been torn to bite sized pieces as well as the crab-sticks into the sauce and add some water and wait til it simmer and thickens before adding the pasta/noodles into it. Stir and make sure the sauce coat the pasta/noodles properly. Add some salt to taste if you prefer.

Take out and serve while it’s piping hot.

Yield: 2 servings

Preparation time: 10-15 minutes.


Cleffairy: My mum used to cook something like this when I burn the midnight oil for my exam, but she used chicken instead of crab-sticks. You could substitute the crab-sticks with any meat of your choice. 😀

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Sharing IS Caring

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Scheduled entry

I bet most of you are probably pretty annoyed with me by now for putting too much advertisement and reviews up here in my blog while I’m away doing God knows what.

You must be wondering why do I start to write reviews or do paid post by now, cuz too much advertisement in one’s blog can get pretty annoying.

Well, you can be honest, because I am annoyed too when I go to blogs that puts up too much advertisement or popups.

Let me justify my course of action, though. I do it because I needed the money, not because I wanted to earn more so that I could have a lavish life.

Why do I need the money? Ahh, here comes the jackpot question. Well…cost of living are getting too high and these days, every single cents help. Plus, I wanted to save for my master programme. Yeah… you read it right. I want to go back studying, but I’m afraid, I’m quite insufficient of fund for I’m not quite qualified for either sponsorship or even scholarship. So, I suppose, this is one of my way to earn my ass for my Master.

You see… as of late, I’m bored shitless for all the nonsense that’s going on around me to the point that I think that it would do me good if I go back to study. Kinda sick seeing idiotic bimbos, you see. I need some intellectual boost and so, I went to a certain tertiary institution, and check out some thesis based Master programme.

Sounds preposterous? No… I think not. I think it’s almost time for me to upgrade my status from just a freelance to a student who is freelancing. And… what’s better way to motivate my kid to study than to be a student myself when he goes to primary school?

I think it’ll be better to motivate my brat to study by showing that I’m also studying rather than just force him to study. Plus…I won’t allow marriage stop me from pursuing my dreams and education. I can have the best of both world, so why not? I just have to believe in myself and make extra effort for it.

Gosh, I’m straying… back to why I do paid post these days. You see, folks, while I am married, I am not the spoiled and pampered kind who gets to do whatever I like, whenever I want, and get to buy stuff on whims just because I like it and wants it.

Geez…. I even forgot when was the last time I even receive a birthday present from any of my family members cuz some people tend to take me for granted; just because I am there or them all the time. Sometimes, I felt, even my friends are way better than my own family when it comes to spoiling and pampering me.They make a good job making me appreciated.

For what it’s worth, I don’t have such privileges of being spoiled rotten, and therefore, here I am, ‘prostituting’ my words for some extra cash. Well, at least I am just ‘prostituting’ my words, no? It’s way better than going around using my sex appeal to earn some extra cash like some people, no?

Don’t you guys dare say that I earned a lot from this, cuz the fact is, I don’t earn much, and the money that I ‘earned’ from these reviews are not credited directly into my savings account. I have to wait until certain amount to be able to cash it out. Yea… it works something like the damned Nuffnang or Adsense. You will have to wait til a certain amount is credited into your account before you can cash it out.( If you’re lucky enough, that is…they might not pay you and banned you before you even cash it out). So far…the amount inside my ads account haven’t even reach half the amount required. 🙁 One word: Fuck!

While writing and posting up ads, I promise that I will not mislead you folks by making you think that it’s not an advertisement. I’m not that kind of blogger. If it’s a paid entry, then I will write that it’s paid or sponsored. I won’t hide it, so that you folks have a choice on whether to waste your time to read on, or just skip it.

Some of you probably would leave comment and ask me how to make money online and stuff. Well… as someone very special to me shared with me how to make money via blogging, I won’t hide it from the world on how to make money by doing paid posts, after all, caring is sharing. I’ll share what I know with friends. I may sound bitchy at times, but I am not bitchy enough not to share what I know from my friends and try my best to hide the good stuff or even freebies that I get. I will share the source with you. You can count on it.

So… if any of you out there are already asking how/where do I get all these ads, it is here:

https://blogvertise.com

That’s one of the place that I get the ads, so, if you want, kindly look it up if you are interested to get ads for yourself to write. There’s instruction to follow over there. Look it up.

And why am I sharing all this with you when I can just keep quiet about it? Well… firstly, as I said, I am not a selfish person.

Those who knows me well could vouch for that though I often appear to be obnoxious most of the times. Many people misunderstood me cuz of the way I dressed up and the way I express myself, but then again, why should I give a damn on what brainless bimbos think, anyway?

And secondly… I know many of you out there are not exactly rich asses as well. I know most of you are also struggling to make ends meet, and so, I see no harm in sharing this little information with you. So… go and make your own extra cash if you want to. 😀

Cleffairy: Sharing good stuff with your friends is caring. I’m not sure if a lot of people are willing to share, these days, for many demonstrate selfishness openly in blog-o-sphere and thought people wouldn’t notice.Tsk tsk tsk…people notice, duh… what you think people are? Dumb bimbos?

ps: A special thanks to the lady who shared with me on how to earn money thru blogging. I am forever indebted to you. Thank you very much. I owe you heaps. If I earn a lot, big makan or a sodomized chicken is on me when you’re in KL. 😀

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For the first time…

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Scheduled entry. (I’m away at the moment)

Last week, I went out with my big brother and big sister. It was really fun, and I really enjoyed it. Bought so many things that I like and I was spoiled rotten by big sister to the point I feel as if I could actually bursts with joy.

It’s been quite some time since I allow myself such simple pleasure of being in the company of the people I adore and enjoy being me without having to fear being judged or scorned upon for being somewhat weird and awkward.

With them, I never have to care about how I dressed up and I don’t have to worry that they will laugh at me for liking books more than clothes, because they understand what I like and dislike.

While I’m rather outspoken and rash most of the time, I’m afraid, such trait does not apply to me while looking for something to eat.

Knowing that I’m not so adventurous in this department, big sister brought me to Kanna Curry House somewhere in Petaling Jaya area for me to try these:

Banana leaf rice with condiments

With assorted curries.

Now, this is my first time experiencing an authentic banana leaf rice. It was really a gastronomically pleasant experience. I’ve been living in Malaysia almost all of my life, and yet I never tried such a thing, cuz I somehow thought it’s very scary and spicy.

But to my surprise… having a banana leaf rice meal with big brother and big sister is a fun and exciting experience, and I have to say it’s educational as well. Learned many cultural stuff from it as well.

Being a first timer in eating banana leaf rice…I was really surprised that the rice as well as the vegetables that’s placed on the banana leaf is actually free flow. Yes… you heard me right, it’s free flow. I was told by big brother and big sister that they will add the veggies, condiments as well as the rice for you for free, as much as you like. (Actually you’ve already paid for it.).

I was skeptical at first, as I looked around, I realized that they were telling me the truth as I saw people keep asking for pappadums (some sort of Indian crackers), veggies, dried chillies as well as acars from the mamaks and they just top up for the customers without any qualms at all. I saw papadums flying around too. LMAO.

Anyway, you can also order side dishes such as fried chicken as well as fried seafood, but that, you have to pay extra. I don’t know how much it costs, cuz big brother cleared the bills, much to my embarrassment.

Initially I wanted my husband to clear the bills…but big brother had already had the bills in his hands, and insisted that he pay it.  Damn… I should have secretly pay when I went to wash my hands then.*blush* So… yeah… I cannot tell you guys how much the meal costs, cuz I dunno the price. 😛 Big sister won’t tell me how much the meal cost, even when I asked her how much it was. 🙁

Anyway…I walloped my share of the banana leaf rice along with a nice piece of fish and fried chicken that big brother ordered for everyone to share.

I tte everything except for the bean sprouts that’s been placed on my banana leaf, cuz I can’t take bean sprouts. LOL… I dumped the bean sprouts for my husband to eat instead, cuz if I were to eat bean sprouts, that would mean I’ve been asking for troubles. My body cannot tolerate bean sprouts though I like the taste of it. They make my stomach cramp and convulses, even when I take just a little bit of it. I ended up in hospital once when I was a kid, for taking bean sprouts, so yeah… bean sprouts is a deadly no-no stuff for me.

Before I dig into my food, big sister actually asked me if I want to use fork and spoon, but I was rather intrigued by big brother who used his fingers to eat, and so I washed my hands followed suit.

LOL…I find it really fun and exciting to eat rice with my fingers. There’s a certain degree of pleasure in it, and I could have sworn that the rice tasted much nicer when I used my fingers to eat. I recalled my biology class then. My biology teacher mentioned to me before that our hand produces some sort of enzymes, and therefore when we use our fingers to eat our food, the food will taste much better than when we used the cultleries.

Big sister also told me that there’s a way to fold the banana leaf rice after we finish the rice; to tell the mamaks whether we enjoyed the meal or not. But I didn’t know how to do it correctly… lol…I wanted to fold the banana leaf rice to tell the mamak that I enjoyed the meal, but I ended up doing it the wrong way. 🙁 Those poor mamak must have thought that I didn’t enjoy the meal cuz I’ve folded the leaf wrongly. 🙁

Anyway, it was such a pleasure dining with big brother and big sister. Thank you so much for the meal and the experience that I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life. And… it is safe to say that I’ll probably hunt down some curry house on my own for more banana leaf rice meals. LOL…


Cleffairy: Simple pleasure such as this, sometimes is the biggest joy.

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Do you remember who was your first?

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Do you remember who was your first? I am not sure if any of you out remembered who was your first. But I do. I remembered the first few people who dropped by my blog and gave me comments when I just started blogging.

When I first started, I never did expect anyone to even read my ranting and raving about Malaysian politic back then in Pak Lah’s not so glorious and sleepy era. I never did intend anyone to read my writing even, but people did, and back then, I was really, really surprised that they actually stumbled upon my blog and were actually hooked on it.

My first commenter was Warrior…the second one was Malaysianjoe, the third was Calvin of Calvinsoo Photography, a blogger turned photographer. Most of them are not active bloggers anymore, and somehow, I missed the good old times with them where we could discuss and debate about the happenings in Malaysia. I enjoyed their presence in my blog so much, as they made my brain twist and turn, and despite of being obscene and disgusting and plain chauvinistic at times, I enjoyed the intellectual discussion that I shared with them back then.

More often than not, we were hardly in agreement with each other on certain issues, but at the end of the day, it was pretty satisfying, because they gave honest opinion and never did hold grudge against each other, and keeps coming back for more. It was pretty refreshing. And they were never the ‘touch and go kind’.

There  were loads of comments from them for just one article every day. Such thing hardly happen anymore. These days, some people just leave their comments just so that their existence is known in hope that they will get traffic from there. Such thing doesn’t happen only in my blog I believe. It happens to almost everyone out there.

And then Pete came along.. Yes… Pete, the foodie blogger who is the only one who is still active among the four, and he introduced to me to the world of food blogging, and there starts my nightmare.

I have come to learn not to blog hop with empty stomach ever again since he came into my life. He never failed to tempt me with his home-cook dishes and made me laugh at his ‘American Friend’ jokes. That was when I was introduced to the fun side of blogging. I never did actually hang out in blogs that revolves around family, food or even diary-like blogs until Pete came along. In truth, I never really did knew that they even exists in the first place. I used to think that blogging is about expressing opinion on current issues not diaries or something of that sort.

As time goes by, more and more people came to my blog and left their trace in my blog, and the conversation in my comment box were not as intense. They are much more lighter, not serious, and perhaps it’s because I’ve really tone down a lot; for I no longer write about politics and current issues on daily basis.

Sometimes, what I wrote was merely for the reading pleasures of my readers, and I came to wonder if toning down is really worth it? Cuz somehow…intellectual discussion became very rare, and some readers could not really stomach honest opinion and gets sensitive rather easily, and some only likes beautiful things instead of ugly truth.

Things really do change, I guess. I’ve come a long way in blogging that sometimes, I am forced to reflect, and sometimes, laugh over certain matters that makes me a wiser person in whole.

Cleffairy: It is interesting to note that my first few readers were all man, and they came here, completely armed with opinions and suggestions.

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A blast @ iTalk Whoa Launching

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As I was saying in my earlier entry, I was attending iTalk Whoa launching at Borneo Rainforest, Sunway. It was a hell of a party, and I really had fun over there.

I’m abit tired tonight, so, excuse me while I let the pictures do the talking. Sorry for the poor picture quality. I’m no photographer, but a writer. LOL… and I was intoxicated when I snap those photos… so, yeah… LOL…

A banner welcoming bloggers and media representatives to the launching party.

The party was really crowded, as you can see. The picture above shows bloggers and media reps alike before Bunkface started to sing.

Launching& speech by that iTalk big guy. He was introducing iTalk Whoa to the guests, if memory serves me right.

It is interesting to note that the organizer had taken the trouble to setup a network of PCs for the guests who attend this event to test out iTalkWhoa.

Click the pic above to check out iTalk Whoa.

To those who is not familiar with local band, this is Bunkface, singing ‘Through My Window’. I didn’t manage to record the vid of them singing cuz I was dancing away.Anyway, click the vid below to watch the MTV where Bunkface sings ‘Through My Window’.

Through My Window

Okay… I got to admit, the lead vocalist was hot, so I can’t help but snap this picture. This is the second time I saw them in action. 😛 The first was in 2008 when I was invited to another event. 😀 The band is still as hot as ever. Their performance was really full of energy. They’re guilty for making me dance the night away that night.

Apart from Bunkface’s powerful and energetic performance, there was of course, food at the launching. :D. It’s simply a great combination… good food, good music, intoxicating drinks…I had so much fun helping myself that night.

The salad bar…

A pot of mushroom soup…

The heavy stuff for the hungry, ravenous shark like me. There’s rice, pastas and fried noodles.

LOL… sorry, I can’t help it… I simply love the salad… LOL… 😛

No prize for guessing into whose stomach these yummylicious chicken salad goes into. LOL…

The dessert, tiramisu and creme brulee…the taste are kinds weird to my liking.

My plate of food on the 3rd round after the dance. Ahahahah…salad with generous helping of dressing, fettucini and cream sauce as well as chicken salad and garden salad. Gosh…I was so damn hungry after all the dancing.

My feet was practically aching by the end of the iTalk Launching event, but it’s all worth it, cuz I not only get to have fun, but I get a goodie bag as well.

Goodie bag from the event.

Containing this:

LOL…all together now… WHOA! Ahahahahaha…. I get to bring this back home… for me to use with iTalk Whoa. 😛 Stay tune for the next entries…I’ll be posting an introduction to iTalk Whoa soon. 😀

Cleffairy: Dancing Queen, always 17!!!



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Someone bought me a thong!

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I don’t intend to write something like this. No…never. It’s not like me to write something like this. But I can no longer keep it a secret. What secret? Well, someone bought me a thong!

Very cute dangling thing with thin brown straps and angel and birds on it. Gosh…  I simply love it. I’m gonna use it over, and over again. It is just, so, so sexy. My very first thong. I never had any thongs before. This is the first time I laid my eyes on a thong. Just looking at my new thong makes me feel so loved and appreciated. It makes me feel like a very sexy woman.

I’m not gonna tell you who bought me the thong. That particular someone wants to be anonymous. After all, thongs are very personal gifts, are they not? Gosh… I never expected anyone to give me a thong as a gift. This is a first for me. My very first time ever receiving such a personal gift, and I am so happy.

This special someone is just like the angel on my thong. Knew exactly what I’ll appreciate and treasure. Knew my desire, and my needs, and therefore, gave me a thong with thin straps for me to use to my heart content. The fact that the thong is handmade makes this present more special.

Do you guys wanna see the thong I mention? Scroll down to have a look at it. It is just sexy!

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Here it is…

LOL…

No.. it is not undies… lol…it’s a thong… a book thong. Do you know what a book thong is? LOL… I didn’t at first. I thought it’s some sort of undies to be worn to cover your ahemm… private parts to seduce someone or to make yourself feel arousingly sexy.

A book thong is a piece of beautifully crafted bookmark used to mark your book page with style. It’s just like a piece of jewelry for books. Book Thongs never scar the page, never fall out, and snugly hold your last line. They make a stack of books sparkle with beauty. Isn’t it just sexy? LOL…I think it’s sexy. It takes my breath away. And I love it! LOL…

The thong is a perfect gift for an avid reader like me. Thank you very, very much O my darling angel. I really feel sexy and appreciated. 😀 I’ll be sure to use this dangling sexy thing whenever I read my sexy books. I’m sure it’ll bring a new height to my reading. LMAO…


Cleffairy: Naughty fairy is back. 😛

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Cecilia Ahern Books Review & Ebooks Giveaways

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As of late, smallkucing and Manglish have been taunting me to the max. One keep tempting me to go to Book Access and get some books for myself to read while another keep tempting me to indulge myself with some ‘ficathon’.

I didn’t go to Book Access to get some books for myself of course, as I’ve been rather busy lately. Even taking a breather seems to be a luxury these days, especially when I am in a frenzy as well.

However, I did manage to find time to go into some ficathon, despite of struggling to write scripts for Script Frenzy so I guess, Manglish’s little campaign is accomplished, after all. 😀 He managed to get me reading some Chic Lit by Cecelia Ahern.

Sounds familiar? Cecelia Ahern is the author of P.S I Love you and many more worth reading books. Most of her books are touching, and she’s one author that I’d love to hate. Her books are very touching, and never fails to make people cry and appreciate life.

Here, I’d like to share her books in ebooks form with all of you. Kindly email  at  admin@cleff.bia.garf.us to request for it. I would try to send to you as soon as I can get back to you. 😀

P.S I Love You

Holly and Gerry had the perfect life. Happily married, living in Dublin close to their friends and family, and with a brilliant social life, they had the world at their feet. Or so they thought. When Gerry dies, Holly is devastated. On the eve of her 30th birthday, the man who was her lover, her best friend, her rock, has left her. But Gerry promised he’d always be there for Holly. And he is: his last bequest to her is The List, a bundle of notes which form a monthly mission for Holly to get her life back on track.

As the notes are gradually opened, and as the year unfolds, Holly is both cheered up and challenged. The man who knows Holly better than anyone sets out to teach her that life goes on. With some help from her friends, and her noisy and loving family, Holly finds herself laughing, crying, singing, dancing — and being braver than ever before. Life is for living, she realizes — but it always helps if there’s an angel watching over you. Charming, heartfelt and funny, this debut novel celebrates life, love and friendship and proves that true love never dies.

Where Rainbows End

From naughty children to rebellious teenagers and mixed-up twenty- and thirty-somethings, Rosie and Alex have stuck by each other through thick and thin, even when Alex moved across the Atlantic to Boston and Rosie fell pregnant as a teenager. Alex supports Rosie through one of the most difficult times of her life — a time when she should be out partying and going to university but is instead changing nappies and coping with a screaming baby.

In return, Rosie is there for Alex when he struggles through his medical internship and copes with a messy divorce. Throughout the ups and downs of each other’s lives, they have remained a constant, a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh and share their innermost feelings with.But can their friendship survive the years and the miles and, more critically, when they each marry someone else?

If You Could See Me Now ( A Silver Lining)

Elizabeth’s life is an organized mess. The organized part is all due to her own efforts. The mess is entirely due to her sister,Saoirse, whose personal problems leave Elizabeth scrambling to pick up the pieces. One of these pieces is Saoirse’s six-year-old son, Luke. Luke is quiet and contemplative, until the arrival of a new friend, Ivan, turns him into an outgoing, lively kid. And Elizabeth’s life is about to change in wonderful ways she has only dreamed of.

Thanks For The Memories

Joyce Conway leaves hospital after recovering from a terrible accident. Having faced a near-death experience, she is suddenly awakened to the stark reality of her futile marriage, and vows to start afresh — separating from husband Conor and moving back in with her dad. Justin Hitchcock arrives in Dublin to give a guest lecture. Recently divorced and living near his daughter Bea, but far from his Chicago home, he’s lonely and restless. When beautiful doctor Sarah persuades him to give blood, he nonchalantly accepts, hoping he’ll at least get a date with her. Then one rainy evening, Joyce and Justin cross paths in the strangest of circumstances.

The Gift

Everyday Lou Suffern battled with the clock. He always had two places to be at the same time. He always had two things to do at once. When asleep he dreamed. In between dreams, he ran through the events of the day while making plans for the next. When at home with his wife and family, his mind was always someplace else.

On his way into work one early winter morning, Lou meets Gabe, a homeless man sitting outside the office building. Intrigued by him and on discovering that he could also be very useful to have around, Lou gets Gabe a job in the post room.

But soon Lou begins to regret helping Gabe. His very presence unsettles Lou and how does Gabe appear to be in two places at the same time? As Christmas draws closer, Lou starts to understand the value of time. He sees what is truly important in life yet at the same time he learns the harshest lesson of all.

This is a story about people who not unlike parcels, hide secrets. They cover themselves in layers until the right person unwraps them and discovers what’s inside.Sometimes you have to be unraveled in order to find out who you really are. For LouSuffern, that took time

The Book of Tomorrow

Tamara Goodwin has always got everything she’s ever wanted. Born into a family of wealth, she grew up in a mansion with its own private beach, a wardrobe full of designer clothes, a large four poster bed complete with a luxurious bathroom en-suite. She’s always lived in the here and now, never giving a second thought to tomorrow. But then suddenly her dad is gone and life for Tamara and her mother changes forever. Left with a mountain of debt, they have no choice but to sell everything they own and move to the country to live with Tamara’s Uncle and Aunt.

Nestled next to Kilsaney Castle, their gatehouse is a world away from Tamara’s childhood. With her mother shut away with grief, and her aunt busy tending to her, Tamara is lonely and bored and longs to return to Dublin. When a travelling library passes throughKilsaney Demesne, Tamara is intrigued. She needs a distraction. Her eyes rest on a mysterious large leather bound tome locked with a gold clasp and padlock. With some help, Tamara finally manages to open the book. What she discovers within the pages takes her breath away and shakes her world to its core.


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Dancing on the table…

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Most of you should probably know by now that I’m rather known for my fiery and serious articles. My big bro Calvin used to tell people that sometimes, my writing left people stunned and reading my words sometimes made people feeel as if they were slapped on both of sides of their cheeks.

Claire thought I was well into my 30s or maybe 40s while Smallkucing sheepishly told me that she thought that I was a plump lady who was also well into her 30s. Thank God a certain Submerryn thought that I am somewhat a personification of a horny fairy. That was actually a compliment, considering that she actually thought that I’m a passionate and romantic woman.

Chrisau on the other hand, thought I was an Indian lady who’s way older than him while a good handful of others thought that I am a man, all just because I slammed women at times.

I wasn’t offended. No worries. It’s amusing. It’s all because of my writing, isn’t it? LOL…most would agree that I sounded very opinionated in my writings, and I hardly show the fun side of me.

Perhaps, most of you are not privileged enough to know that Cleffairy does have a wild and fun side. If you were to tell my school or friends that I am a serious, no-nonsense person, they would probably laughed their head off at your statement, because in truth, I was never a serious person when I was in school. Tell them that I’m a fiery person, they would probably stare at you in disbelief. I was all smile and no frown back then. It is just too bad that along the way, I had to grow up… perhaps a little bit before time as life is nothing but a bitch to me as soon as I left school. I was introduced to many nasty and ugly way of life, and I had to be nasty to survive.

I did many crazy things when I was in school, especially when I was in my honeymoon year. You know, Form 4. Form 4 was literally honeymoon year. It was fun, and I looked forward to go to school every day back then. I did many unthinkable things. Apart from playing football with my ‘boyfriends’ and swimming in the sea in the evening after school, I did many crazy things in the classrooms as well. The classrooms were not spared from witnessing my youthful antics.

I’m not quite sure if you people know what is Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, but to cut the long story short, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai is a famous Bollywood movie that sent many of us Malaysian youngsters into Bollywood fever. It hit everywhere back then, including the shore of my school.

One of the unthinkable thing that I did was danced to Kuch Kuch Hota Hai on the table during recess time just because a friend challenged me to it. Yes… I did… I did danced on the table during recess time, and the best part was, a bunch of other rascals joined me and we danced while singing Kuch Kuch Hota Hai on the top of our lungs. Within minutes, the classroom was turned into a mushy Bollywood scene.

Trust me… it was kinda fun attempting to dance like Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol back then. And it is rather amazing that though none of us were Indian whose mother’s tongue was Hindi, we did sang the bloody song with a horrifying accuracy. I bet Shah Rukh Khan would have beamed with approval if he saw our antics. It was indeed a miracle that the table survived us.

I can scarcely believe that I actually did dance on the table with a bunch of boys who happened to be my best friends, and I escaped the wrath of my short, bald headmaster alive. Yea! Alive… unscathed at that as well. LOL…we were not punished for our antics. Incredible, isn’t it? There was no casualties, instead, we get to bring the sweet memories home with us, and it’s ours to keep.

My teachers, as well as the headmaster, were rather sporting. Some passed by the classroom and did nothing. Instead, they just laughed at our antics and waited for us to sing and dance til the song ended and told us that recess would be over soon, and we ought to come down from the table.

Recalling those times, I wonder… how many teachers these days would let the students have their own classroom fun? I think…the possibility is zero. I’ve always felt that school teachers these days are rather rigid and too exam oriented that they forgot that school is supposed to be fun, and full of youthful exuberance. Headmasters and headmistress…on the other hands, would be worried sick for their students and overall school performance.

It is sad, isn’t it? Brats these days don’t get the crazy fun the brats in my time did. It is just sad that school is no longer place to learn and to grow up. Instead, it became a place where you sit and stare at the blackboard while trying hard to memorize whatever the teacher told you to memorize.

Anyway, I’m not in the mood for serious discussion today. It’s Sunday, and so here I am sharing the song that I danced to 9 years ago. It’s been ages, and almost a decade, but it’s still fresh in my memory.

In the spirit of Sunday morning, let’s sing along. Come now, don’t be shy. 😛


Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

--FEMALE--
Aah, aah aah aah

--MALE--
Tum paas aaye, yun muskuraaye - 2
You came close, smiled like this
Tumne na jaane kya sapne dikhaaye
You don't know what dreams you showed me
Tum paas aaye, yun muskuraaye
You came close, smiled like this
Tumne na jaane kya sapne dikhaaye
You don't know what dreams you showed me
Ab to mera dil jaage na sota hai
Now my heart is neither awake nor asleep
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai - 2
What can I do, oh, something is happening

--FEMALE--
Tum paas aaye, yun muskuraaye
You came close, smiled like this
Tumne na jaane kya sapne dikhaaye
You don't know what dreams you showed me
Ab to mera dil jaage na sota hai
Now my heart is neither awake nor asleep
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai - 2
What can I do, oh, something is happening

--MALE--
Na jaane kaisa ehsaas hai
I don't know what experience this is
Bujhti nahin hai kya pyaas hai
It doesn't get quenched, what thirst this is

--FEMALE--
Kya nasha is pyaar ka
What intoxication of love
Mujhpe sanam chhaane laga
Has spread upon me, sweetheart

--MALE--
Koi na jaane kyoon chain khota hai
No one knows why our peace gets lost
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai
What can I do, oh, something is happening

--FEMALE--
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai
What can I do, oh, something is happening

Hey, eh

--MALE--
Mmm, mmm

--FEMALE--
Aa aa aa aa, aa

--BOTH--
Aa aa aa aa

--FEMALE--
Kya rang laayi meri dua
What color my prayer has brought
Yeh ishq jaane kaise hua
I don't know how this love happened
Bechainiyon mein chain
In this restlessness
Na jaane kyoon aane laga
I don't know why peace has started to come

--MALE--
Tanhaai mein dil yaadein sanjota hai
In loneliness my heart sorts through memories
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai
What can I do, oh, something is happening

--FEMALE--
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai
What can I do, oh, something is happening

--MALE--
Tum paas aaye, yun muskuraaye
You came close, smiled like this
Tumne na jaane kya sapne dikhaaye
You don't know what dreams you showed me

--FEMALE--
Tum paas aaye, yun muskuraaye
You came close, smiled like this
Tumne na jaane kya sapne dikhaaye
You don't know what dreams you showed me

--MALE--
Ab to mera dil jaage na sota hai
Now my heart is neither awake nor asleep
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai
What can I do, oh, something is happening

--FEMALE--
Kya karoon haaye, kuch kuch hota hai
What can I do, oh, something is happening

Cleffairy: Live life as if there’s no tomorrow, for you only live once.

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Alice in Wonderland…

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I was in Wonderland. The same place where Alice of Alice in Wonderland went to. Or well… it’s not really Wonderland, but I was in Midvalley Megamall on business two days back, and they’re doing this wonderful promotion for Alice in Wonderland movie by Tim Burton by setting up the life size wonderland on the ground floor of Midvalley. The movie is screened in Malaysia on 11th March 2010, and as usual, there’s a mad rush in the cinema.

The was camwhoring to the max as well, and I wasn’t really keen on snapping photos, as there’s too much people over there. I daresay most of them are bloggers, camwhoring like nobody’s business and I daresay, there will be mushrooms of blogpost where bloggers would post up their pictures in the lifesize Wonderland in Midvalley Megamall. There’s huge mushroom and talking roses, as well as the tea party table and stuff.

I apologize if you’re expecting camwhoring picture of me with giant roses or even giant mushrooms, cuz there would be none over here. They are for my eyes only. 😛

What I want to share with you in this entry is Alice’s original story, Alice in Wonderland 2010, and the items that appeared in the movie itself.

Let’s start with Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll first, shall we? Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland, or usually better known as Alice in Wonderland was not quite my favourite as a child. It’s a good bedtime story, as it tend to bore me. My daddy’s stories are much more interesting to me than Alice’s adventure. In a way, Alice in Wonderland is a literary gibberish. And rightly so, as Alice’s in Wonderland’s genre is actually literary gibberish/literary nonsense, as many scholars would classify it.

The tale itself was written for a girl named Alice Liddell. It was told by Lewis Caroll to Alice Liddell and her sisters merely to pass time, but Alice Liddell likes the story, and asked Lewis Caroll to write it down for her, and thanks to this girl, Alice in Wonderland was published for the whole world to enjoy.

Alice in Wonderland, literally is a literary nonsense, where there’s no actual plot. The story is about a girl, wandering from one character another, and one place to another, and the author had told the story as he goes. That explained why Alice’s in Wonderland story is rather queer. People would either love it or hate it. But most would love it, as it played with logic. I kinda hate the story, though I would really love to go to Wonderland like Alice.

My daddy used to read Alic’s story to me, and I would either fall asleep almost instantly, or I’d begged him to tell me his own stories. Anyway Alice says something in the original story in the first chapter that most bloggers would agree. Below is what she said:

“What is a book without pictures and conversation?”

In modern era, that would definitely be this:

“What is a blog without pictures and camwhoring?”

LOL… fine, that’s not really a tasteful joke. I know loads of bloggers out there works with picture more than they work with words. 😛 Oh, well, many people have something in common with Alice- the love and fondness for pictures. And since most of you have something in common with Alice, maybe you should watch Alice in Wonderland (2010) by Tim Burton.

The movie is more to my kind, fantasy-like filled with dark action. I’ve watch it online, and I can assure you it would be entertaining. In my opinion, better than the original story, as there’s plot, and one could relate with the story-cause and action. The book may send me to sleep, but surprisingly, the movie didn’t. Perhaps it’s because it’s filled with action.

In the movie, an adult Alice attends a party at a Victorian estate shortly after the death of her father. She then discovered that the party is actually an engagement party to wed her into the Ascot family, who now own her father’s trading firm. Unsure of an answer to the proposal, Alice runs away and follows the White Rabbit, but falls down a rabbit hole into a weird world she previously visited as a child, although she has no memory of it. From there Alice’s adventure begins, and she then tries to free the weird world from the clutches of an evil queen who stole the throne from her sister.

Don’t let me spoil you… watch the movie for yourself. Below is the trailer for Alice in Wonderland 2010.



When I was in Midvalley Megamall earlier on, I managed to snap some picture of the life-size Wonderland. They did quite a good job recreating Wonderland, and being claustrophobic around people, I only went back there at about 11pm to snap some photos. I just can’t stand the crowd and camwhoring. 🙁 So pardon me for the poor pictures, as they had already turned off the lights when I went there to snap pictures.

Giant mushrooms and giant, talking roses as featured in Alice in Wonderland. They are huge, mind you. Much more bigger than me.

Huge, giant mushrooms that populates almost the entire Wonderland/Underland.

The ghostly giant tree, sure to give nightmares to naughty little children.

The mushroom trails…

And then there’s items from the movie exibited over there…

It’s the Mad Hatter’s Hat

The description for Mad Hatter’s Hat that’s worn by Mad Hatter.

The Mad Hatter’s Sword.


The description above made me think that sometimes, people failed their spellings because of looking at too much pictures. Tsk tsk tsk! Malaysians!


The teapot that’s used in the tea party in Alice in Wonderland. Tea is my kinda thing. I would have tea anytime. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t invited for the tea party.

So yeah, Alice hid inside the teapot when she was as small as Thumbelina.


And then there’s the heart shaped padlock and chains.


And no, the chained wasn’t used to tie me up at the bedpost. Keep your bondage fantasy to yourself, please.

The Eat Me Box…

So yeah, it’s supposed to be cakes inside the glass box, ladies and gentlemen, not praline or chocolates.

One item that really caught my attention is this beautiful shield that’s supposed to be Alice’s.

The shield’s description.

I brought these back home as something to remember Wonderland by. It’s actually vouchers cum character’s profile cards, but not many bothered to look at these freebies, as they were too busy snapping away.

Nice, isn’t it? They are beautifully printed on glossy cards. Too bad not many are interested in the character’s profile cards.

And since I’m in the mood of Alice’s in Wonderland and in need of sleep… I think I’ll just read this book tonight.

*grinz* The original complete and unabridged Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll.

Gosh… it’s been ages since I last read this book. It must be almost a decade… and boy, the pages are so yellowish and the book has an awful old book smell.

Cleffairy: Off with her head! Off with her head and things get curiouser and curiouser. Gosh, we’re all mad here. And do you know that even though Tweedledum and Tweedledee, Humpty Dumpty and the Jabberwock are often thought to be characters in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, they actually only appear in the sequel, Through the Looking-Glass?

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Time may have changed us…

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Time is a funny thing. It may change us to the extend we could no longer recognize ourselves, and yet, sometimes, certain things remained the same.

Before I write further, allow me to extend my sincerest apologies to all, as I’ve been pretty busy lately, and I didn’t really have the time to grace your blog with my presence as often as last time. For those who had been concerned and sms-ing me to ask if I’m all right, I’d like to thank you. Thank you very much for caring for me. It truly means a lot to me, and I’m deeply moved by your kind words, and sincere, heart-moving thoughts.

I assure you, I’m fine…just occupied to the max. Busy… for me is good. It makes me feel alive. Remember my entries last year? I sounded rather devastated and was completely frustrated with life, and I was so determined to find happiness and inner peace, no matter what it cost.

And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing; living my life to the fullest. I’ve been reading the letters I wrote to myself faithfully, and I’m happy to say that my writing therapy did work. Apart from making me feel better and much more alive instead of feeling zombified, the letter to myself made me do crazy things; like waltzing the middle of the night as well as indulging myself with sinfully delicious chocolate cakes when everyone is sleeping.

I feel more and more alive with each passing day. And I realize something important. It’s  one of the biggest key in having inner peace and happiness-all I need to do is be myself, and instead of trying to please others, I please myself first.

I feel happier and definitely much better. This may sound selfish… but then again, if I don’t love myself and take myself seriously, nobody else would. Bottom-line is, I must respect myself first, before I respect others. That’s the way it should be, not the other way around. And I  should never, ever allow anyone to make myself feel inferior. Nobody had the rights to do so, it doesn’t matter who they are.

Anyway, as I mentioned earlier in this entry, time changed people, and yet, certain things remained the same. This is a little bit outdated, but I’d like to write it down regardless, as a reminder, as a memory that I shall soon look back with fondness.

Last week, 27th February 2010, I met two important people in my life. One is a blogger friend whom is dear to my heart, someone who was there for me during one of the darkest time of my life. She was the first to discover that I’ve lost my home in a fire last years, and she’s the only one at that time who was there to help me pull through my depression. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be here today, writing this, as I would probably cold in my grave. She was there for me when I was almost suicidal.God truly loves me. I may not realized it back then, but He did sent me someone to give me emotional support when I needed it most, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that.

It’s truly nice to be able to meet with her and her family. Her two kids are absolute darling, especially her little girl. In many ways… her little girl made me feel that I am not so horrible with kids after all. 😛 I met her on borrowed time, though, as I had to meet another important person in my life, and she had to leave as well. I can only pray that I can meet her again next time and bitch with her about life to our heart’s content.

27th February 2010 was also very historic for me, as I finally meet up with my best friend, Pauline, after 8 years of not meeting each other, despite of living in the same country. It is truly, absolutely pathetic that we didn’t manage to meet each other, considering that we’re somewhat partner in crime since God knows when. Sheesh! I can’t believe it! Amazing enough, we’re still best friends or rather, sisters. Yes, indeed, we’re more like sisters than just best friends. 😛

Funny thing about me and Pauline is how we managed to still be best friends despite of not meeting each other all these years. It seems that technology had taken over our lives like nobody’s business. We used to communicate with each other using the land-line almost everyday after school… and when both of us pursue our higher education, we started to use our damn hand phones to communicate with each other. And then, we graduated to MSN messenger, and now… the bloody twitter along with those sms. *SIGH* Thank God for technologies… though we were far apart, we still could keep in touch with each other, regardless of distance.

I am so, so glad that I was right. So damn right that it doesn’t matter where I go, I shall always be her friend. I promised her back then in 1999, that she’d never loose me as a friend, even if she would never get to see me as often. She’d be in my heart, like a brand, forever.

You see… it was after PMR, and Pauline was sitting with me and a few other friends, talking about our future and stuff. You know, the usual pondering school kids does when they had nothing better to do after their examination besides playing monopoly and chess in school.

Out of the sudden, Pauline bawled her head off, getting all emotional about loosing the friendship that she had with me and our two other friend. Two other girls, J&D followed suit and cried at the prospect of not being able to see other other again when we our own ways in the future.

Everyone at the table cried a pail of tears(fine, that’s a little exaggerating)… except for me. No… I didn’t cry. Not even a single tear in my eyes. I remembered it very well. Pauline asked me that time, why I wasn’t even sad the the prospect of not being able to see each other anymore in the future when we finally left school…and everyone present were wondering if I did not appreciate our friendship.

Much to their amusement, I laughed instead. I told them it is silly that they thought we would not remain friends when we won’t be able to see each other everyday anymore. I then assured Pauline that she won’t be able to get rid of me easily, as intend to be friends with her, even when I left school, and not able to see her as often anymore.

And I did just that when I finally left school, and we went separate ways, leading separate lives. I kept in touch with her, with the help of technology. See, Pauline… I kept my words. 😛 I am still your friend, still your partner in crime.

You are never forgotten. You’ll always be in my heart, and even when I’m old and senile, I would still have my blog to remind myself about you. You’re a goner, girl. You got one lizard haunting you and ‘sticking’ with you for the rest of your life. For what it’s worth… I am still conjoined with you as ‘Panda’ would say, and I would still be your shadow as Pn. Aishah would tell us.

After almost 8 years of not meeting each other…we finally met again. And for a moment, I was stunned when I saw Pauline. She reminded me so much of her mother, my teacher. It’s not because she looks as old as my teacher, but because of the way she carries herself. You know, the handbag, make-up and all. My teacher used to carry them too. *sigh* And it doesn’t help it that her hairstyle was almost like my teacher’s. Hers was more sporty and more hip, though. I seriously mistook her as my teacher when I met her last week.

It is weird, to see your best friend who was also your classmate, not in her uniform. LOL… no joke. It definitely feels weird to me, and somehow, I knew Pauline felt the same way about me. She must be thinking of how different I am now. I was no longer the same girl that she knew in school. And I daresay, she must have felt weird that I am not in my school uniform too, only she was probably too polite to express it to me. Oh, well, it can’t be helped. Sometimes I am honest to a fault.

Gone were the girls who wore their long hair in ponytails and don their respective school uniform. Pauline was no longer wearing her blue prefect uniform, and I was no longer wearing the fiery red librarian uniform.

The two girls were replaced by two individual with sporty hairstyle and make up, and another with her girlish summer tube and jeans with no make up on. Pauline must be quite surprised with the dressing of my choice. Back then, I would never wear something so girlish and revealing. It’s funny how time changed us, and how we present ourselves to the world.

Time may have changed us mentally and physically and how we lead our lives, but as we sat down, having our cuppa, I realized, that time could never take one thing away from us; which is friendship, and how we felt about each other. The night of 27th February 2010…somehow, someway, despite of the way we look and the way we have matured, we were still the girls who don their blue and red uniform.

Deep inside, we were still the girls who wears their hair in ponytails. I am more than certain that time could never take our friendship away, and our beliefs in life. All we need to do is, look back when we feel lost, and rediscover the ‘forgotten us’-the girls who lived life to the fullest, honest to themselves, and strive for not only happiness, but for satisfaction in life.


Cleffairy: Don’t you know? When you look at the memories of the past, it doesn’t mean that you won’t be making new memories. Can’t you see? People who forced themselves to forget their past, will eventually forgot who they really are, and who they wanted to be.

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