It’s been a very educational year…

It’s already New Year’s Eve when I’m writing this entry. It’s 3.05am when I started writing this. I couldn’t sleep again, and so, I decided to make use of my time instead of forcing myself to sleep by tossing and turning in bed again.

2009 is by far the toughest and the most educational year for me. I learn a lot of things…the hard way. I’ll tell you what I learned throughout the year.

JANUARY– I learn not to expect much from the people around me. I learned to deal with desperation, frustration and denial.

FEBRUARY– I made a big decision that I thought will do good for me and my family, only to live to regret it, because it complicates my life terribly. I learn that it does one no good if they stop staying strong and admitting that they need help. One should learn to persevere. During this month, I also learned that sometimes I need to share my loved ones with people that I am not particularly fond of. But on a lighter note, during February, I also learned that people change. And to some people, love is unconditional. I learned that we need to give people a second chance, and we should not really look back and condemn the mistakes that they did in the past when we are nowhere near perfect ourselves.

MARCH– March was a particularly fair month for me. And I learned that positive work pressure is actually good for the soul as it motivates you and keep you alive. During this month, I also learned something new about myself, which is; I hate to be forced to do things. March made me wonder if I am actually moving forward and not backwards.

APRIL– I learned that I needed to be more patient with everyone around me. This is also the time where I started to drift away from God, because I felt that He’s not answering my prayers.

MAY– May was the month where my relationship with my husband grows older by another year. And I learned, that passion and romance needs to be rekindled, and one should not take their other half for granted. I learn that everyone should prepare to let go…in case things happen. I also learn that one should not expect people to be thankful for what you’ve done for them. The less you expect, the less you’ll be disappointed.

JUNE– June. Not so much things happened in June besides celebrating my blog’s one year anniversary. During this time of the year, I learned that taking precautions and being mindful of whatever you do is important. Certain things disgusted and repelled me. Rhe feelings are all new to me.

JULY– My nightmare begins. All nonsense were thrown in this month. I had to deal with homelessness because my house was burn down in fire, and I learned that we cannot depend on anyone but ourselves. I learned to handle pressure and higher level of stress. July 2009 was one of the darkest time of my life. Everything seems to slap me on the face. I felt lost, and felt that God is unfair. But for what it’s worth, I am glad that I still can say “It’s all right. We have each other. Nothing else matters”. This was the month where I happens to bring Meow Meow home, and realized that cats are better than human in many ways.

AUGUST– I was taken aback with certain things, and for a while, I felt numb and didn’t know what to do. I got homesick terribly. Missed my mum and dad, and even my bratty sis. I wished I could tell my dad what so that he could hug me and tell lend me his wisdom. But I didn’t have the courage to do so. And I wasn’t sure if I should either. It will complicate things.This was also the time where I began to build a wall around me and refused to let people into my heart because of certain things that happened. I learned that there are some things that you should not mention, even to your other half. I also learned that people back stabs, and one should never be fooled with their appearance. I also learned that some bitches are extremely manipulative. I could never be like them though I learned that if I wanted to survive my kind of life, I have to be like them. You see, some people, they really can act pitiful and like a complete Saint while their heart is as black as ever. I am not sure if I can be such a whore, seriously. Suicide sounded better to me that turning into such an ugly hearted person. I became bitter during August, and kept everyone out of my heart, not wanting my heart to break again.

SEPTEMBER– I turned 25 years old on 2nd September. I don’t really want to talk about it. It disappointed me. The wall around my heart gets higher and thicker, and harder to break. I learned that sometimes, you have to live with the bad decisions you make, and freedom is not free. Went to spend time with my own family by the end of the month, and desperately wanted to be a little girl again. Desperately longs for a time out. I was in need of a break.

OCTOBER– I learned that getting away from mundane life is good during October. And began to see that sometimes, things are not what it seems. I learned that everyone is no angel, and one should not expected me to treat them and worship them like one. For what it’s worth, certain ‘angels’ are just brainwasher and cleverly manipulates situations to make themselves looks like one. People around me may be blind, but I am not.

NOVEMBER– I was so pissed that sometimes, people just don’t get me and doesn’t respect my role in the family. I felt bad about certain matters at first, but after awhile…all I wanted to do is say “good riddance to bad rubbish”. I learn not to let people twist and turn things around to make me feel guilty. I learned an expensive lesson during November. Which is… you cannot really be two things at a time, and you will need to make choices, no matter how painful it is. Because of the things that happened in November, it made me realized that I needed to be closer to my own parents more than other people in my life and needed to be more open about what’s been bothering me with them. Felt that I needed them more than ever. Wished I really could have my daddy’s wisdom terribly. And thank heavens, this is also the time where daddy began to pay attention to his daughters too. He came on and off to check on his daughters, to see if they are doing all right.

November was also month of adventure for me. There’s NANOWRIMO, and I learn to really take comfort in my writings because I can’t really find it elsewhere. Felt pitiful for myself even more that I could only do things that I really wanted in my novels and it could never be realized. NANOWRIMO saved me from drifting into depression again, as positive kind of stress motivates me.

DECEMBER– Felt depressed earlier December as NANOWRIMO finally ended, and no one was there for me once again. I purposely immerse myself in writing again, desperately trying to get away from my bloody mundane life. And I learned another valuable lesson during December. Most valuable of all, I must say.

I learned that God  actually works his miracle in mysterious ways, and no matter how lost I feel, He will send me someone to give me kind nudges to guide me along the way.

I might not realize it, but yes ,thinking back… He was rather kind to me in December. He made me believed in Him again by sending all of you; my blogger friends. He made me believe that there’s more to life than just my mundane ones. He showed me that He is looking out for me.

He sent Claire to me to show me that life is about being grateful for what you have and give thanks. He sent STP to me to tell me that I should learn to live one day at a time and whatever bad that happens to me is just a test from Him. He sent Eugene to me to tell me that love should always be nurtured. He sent Shakira to me to tell me to count my blessings and that there are people out there who cares for me genuinely. God also sent me Merryn and Cheeyee to show me that I am not really alone and not everyone have an adventurous life and I should learn to be contented in my role, just like they did and I will feel a lot better.

God also knocks on my head in December to make me remember that He is all around me and I am forever grateful for the little reminders He sent me. I also reveled in the fact that if I want to be loved, I need to love myself first and make effort to love people too. And not only that, I also need to learn to allow people back into my heart again. God showed me that I need to learn how to love again, and learn to let bygone begone. Yes… December is a month of revelation to me, and I desperately pray that God will continue to show me the path that’s truly intended for me and guide me all the way in His own ways.

Tomorrow will be a brand new year. I don’t know what is in store for me in January, (Though I know February will be nothing but shit to me) but whatever will be, will be, for the future is not mine to see. I will hope for the best, and pray that it will not be more worst than 2009. For what is worth, I hope God will be all around me to guide me all the way. (And my own letters to comfort me too!)

Cleffairy: Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be, the future isn’t  ours to see, Que Sera, Sera. Happy New Year, Everyone.

ps: I also realized that there are people out there who doesn’t want me to be happy and the only way for me to make them unhappy is for me to be happy. I never really did make any resolution for the past years, but I’m going to make one for 2010, which is be happy and be myself again. After all… I have accepted people for what they are and what they are not. Why should I let people tell me differently? I am who I am, either accept me for who I am, or get out of my life. I never did bother to force them to change themselves for me. Screw ya, assholes!

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It’s been a very educational year…

It’s already New Year’s Eve when I’m writing this entry. It’s 3.05am when I started writing this. I couldn’t sleep again, and so, I decided to make use of my time instead of forcing myself to sleep by tossing and turning in bed again.

2009 is by far the toughest and the most educational year for me. I learn a lot of things…the hard way. I’ll tell you what I learned throughout the year.

JANUARY– I learn not to expect much from the people around me. I learned to deal with desperation, frustration and denial.

FEBRUARY– I made a big decision that I thought will do good for me and my family, only to live to regret it, because it complicates my life terribly. I learn that it does one no good if they stop staying strong and admitting that they need help. One should learn to persevere. During this month, I also learned that sometimes I need to share my loved ones with people that I am not particularly fond of. But on a lighter note, during February, I also learned that people change. And to some people, love is unconditional. I learned that we need to give people a second chance, and we should not really look back and condemn the mistakes that they did in the past when we are nowhere near perfect ourselves.

MARCH– March was a particularly fair month for me. And I learned that positive work pressure is actually good for the soul as it motivates you and keep you alive. During this month, I also learned something new about myself, which is; I hate to be forced to do things. March made me wonder if I am actually moving forward and not backwards.

APRIL– I learned that I needed to be more patient with everyone around me. This is also the time where I started to drift away from God, because I felt that He’s not answering my prayers.

MAY– May was the month where my relationship with my husband grows older by another year. And I learned, that passion and romance needs to be rekindled, and one should not take their other half for granted. I learn that everyone should prepare to let go…in case things happen. I also learn that one should not expect people to be thankful for what you’ve done for them. The less you expect, the less you’ll be disappointed.

JUNE– June. Not so much things happened in June besides celebrating my blog’s one year anniversary. During this time of the year, I learned that taking precautions and being mindful of whatever you do is important. Certain things disgusted and repelled me. Rhe feelings are all new to me.

JULY– My nightmare begins. All nonsense were thrown in this month. I had to deal with homelessness because my house was burn down in fire, and I learned that we cannot depend on anyone but ourselves. I learned to handle pressure and higher level of stress. July 2009 was one of the darkest time of my life. Everything seems to slap me on the face. I felt lost, and felt that God is unfair. But for what it’s worth, I am glad that I still can say “It’s all right. We have each other. Nothing else matters”. This was the month where I happens to bring Meow Meow home, and realized that cats are better than human in many ways.

AUGUST– I was taken aback with certain things, and for a while, I felt numb and didn’t know what to do. I got homesick terribly. Missed my mum and dad, and even my bratty sis. I wished I could tell my dad what so that he could hug me and tell lend me his wisdom. But I didn’t have the courage to do so. And I wasn’t sure if I should either. It will complicate things.This was also the time where I began to build a wall around me and refused to let people into my heart because of certain things that happened. I learned that there are some things that you should not mention, even to your other half. I also learned that people back stabs, and one should never be fooled with their appearance. I also learned that some bitches are extremely manipulative. I could never be like them though I learned that if I wanted to survive my kind of life, I have to be like them. You see, some people, they really can act pitiful and like a complete Saint while their heart is as black as ever. I am not sure if I can be such a whore, seriously. Suicide sounded better to me that turning into such an ugly hearted person. I became bitter during August, and kept everyone out of my heart, not wanting my heart to break again.

SEPTEMBER– I turned 25 years old on 2nd September. I don’t really want to talk about it. It disappointed me. The wall around my heart gets higher and thicker, and harder to break. I learned that sometimes, you have to live with the bad decisions you make, and freedom is not free. Went to spend time with my own family by the end of the month, and desperately wanted to be a little girl again. Desperately longs for a time out. I was in need of a break.

OCTOBER– I learned that getting away from mundane life is good during October. And began to see that sometimes, things are not what it seems. I learned that everyone is no angel, and one should not expected me to treat them and worship them like one. For what it’s worth, certain ‘angels’ are just brainwasher and cleverly manipulates situations to make themselves looks like one. People around me may be blind, but I am not.

NOVEMBER– I was so pissed that sometimes, people just don’t get me and doesn’t respect my role in the family. I felt bad about certain matters at first, but after awhile…all I wanted to do is say “good riddance to bad rubbish”. I learn not to let people twist and turn things around to make me feel guilty. I learned an expensive lesson during November. Which is… you cannot really be two things at a time, and you will need to make choices, no matter how painful it is. Because of the things that happened in November, it made me realized that I needed to be closer to my own parents more than other people in my life and needed to be more open about what’s been bothering me with them. Felt that I needed them more than ever. Wished I really could have my daddy’s wisdom terribly. And thank heavens, this is also the time where daddy began to pay attention to his daughters too. He came on and off to check on his daughters, to see if they are doing all right.

November was also month of adventure for me. There’s NANOWRIMO, and I learn to really take comfort in my writings because I can’t really find it elsewhere. Felt pitiful for myself even more that I could only do things that I really wanted in my novels and it could never be realized. NANOWRIMO saved me from drifting into depression again, as positive kind of stress motivates me.

DECEMBER– Felt depressed earlier December as NANOWRIMO finally ended, and no one was there for me once again. I purposely immerse myself in writing again, desperately trying to get away from my bloody mundane life. And I learned another valuable lesson during December. Most valuable of all, I must say.

I learned that God  actually works his miracle in mysterious ways, and no matter how lost I feel, He will send me someone to give me kind nudges to guide me along the way.

I might not realize it, but yes ,thinking back… He was rather kind to me in December. He made me believed in Him again by sending all of you; my blogger friends. He made me believe that there’s more to life than just my mundane ones. He showed me that He is looking out for me.

He sent Claire to me to show me that life is about being grateful for what you have and give thanks. He sent STP to me to tell me that I should learn to live one day at a time and whatever bad that happens to me is just a test from Him. He sent Eugene to me to tell me that love should always be nurtured. He sent Shakira to me to tell me to count my blessings and that there are people out there who cares for me genuinely. God also sent me Merryn and Cheeyee to show me that I am not really alone and not everyone have an adventurous life and I should learn to be contented in my role, just like they did and I will feel a lot better.

God also knocks on my head in December to make me remember that He is all around me and I am forever grateful for the little reminders He sent me. I also reveled in the fact that if I want to be loved, I need to love myself first and make effort to love people too. And not only that, I also need to learn to allow people back into my heart again. God showed me that I need to learn how to love again, and learn to let bygone begone. Yes… December is a month of revelation to me, and I desperately pray that God will continue to show me the path that’s truly intended for me and guide me all the way in His own ways.

Tomorrow will be a brand new year. I don’t know what is in store for me in January, (Though I know February will be nothing but shit to me) but whatever will be, will be, for the future is not mine to see. I will hope for the best, and pray that it will not be more worst than 2009. For what is worth, I hope God will be all around me to guide me all the way. (And my own letters to comfort me too!)

Cleffairy: Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be, the future isn’t  ours to see, Que Sera, Sera. Happy New Year, Everyone.

ps: I also realized that there are people out there who doesn’t want me to be happy and the only way for me to make them unhappy is for me to be happy. I never really did make any resolution for the past years, but I’m going to make one for 2010, which is be happy and be myself again. After all… I have accepted people for what they are and what they are not. Why should I let people tell me differently? I am who I am, either accept me for who I am, or get out of my life. I never did bother to force them to change themselves for me. Screw ya, assholes!

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Make My Monster Grow!

WARNING: This is not your ordinary cuppa tea. It’s a spiked beverage. Consider yourselves have been forewarned, and kindly navigate away if you’re fainthearted.

*ROAR* “Make my monster grow! “*Stomp Stomp*

Does that phrase sound familiar to you kids? Nah… I think not. Kids these days are too clever to watch Power Rangers like I did. Kids these days go online to watch porn… they never did watch those crappy stuff these days. They’re pretty much advanced than those who were born in the 80s and definitely could differentiate between fantasy and reality.

Wuhhooo… I watched Power Rangers and survived! Yes… sue me, somebody, I watched that damn show where five or was it six juvenile took morphine and morph into some costumed super heroes. They go like this:

“It’s morphine time!” and poof, they transformed into some kick ass superhero using dinosaur’s name or something. *faints* Well, actually, Power Rangers didn’t take morphine to transform into costumed superhero, they just use the phrase “It’s morphine time!” to turn themselves into superhero.

No.. I’m not drunk, people. This is what happens when Cleffairy is overdosed on her tea. She goes to youtube and watch her childhood craps. Ultraman, Superman, Power Rangers, Thundercats, He-Man, Ewoks, Captain Planet…

Do you want to know a secret? I actually believed in those craps when I was younger. Yes! I actually pretended as Ultraman and Masked Rider. And my dad played along with me when I watched Thundercats, because he’s a fan too. He even used me as an excuse to go to the toy store to buy Lionel’s(from Thundercats) action figure. My dad is cool, eh?

When I was a little girl, my dad actually told me that he’s working for Ultraman, and I believed him! I even asked him to ask Ultraman to sign autograph for me back then. Thinking back, I don’t know why I was so foolish. My dad must have been snickering like some villian behind my back for my silliness.

I was a little girl who grew up in naivety, because my dad allowed me to be a child until certain age. Wait a minute! He allowed me to be his little girl til this very day. He still buys me Sailormoon and Dragonball stuff, and my mum will get scolding from him if she threw away my Doraemon toys and countless Japanese Manga series. (well, my dad have a stash of Spiderman comic somewhere in my room, I bet he’s just protecting those. It’s rather impossible that he bother to champion my Sailormoon craps, anyway.)

One thing about my dad is, he never did force me to go tuition when I was in kindergarten like kids these days. Yes, there’s such thing as tuition classes for kindergarten. They moonlight in the name of ‘Homework Guidance’ and they cost a bomb.

Children these days are poor thing. They can’t really be children because there’s so many things are expected of them. They’re expected to be competitive and ambitious, and therefore, they’re somehow deprived of their childhood. I believe, children these days attended various classes…language classes, music classes, swimming classes, you name it. They don’t get to fantasize about their childhood superheroes cuz they are told TV won’t help them in getting straight As, but those classes will.

They also never did get to play pretend or dress up because they are told to grow up. And not many children gets to play outdoors too, because they are locked in by their busy parents who are too busy to accompany them to play outdoors. Well, their parents did the right thing, of course, as it is too dangerous for children to play outside without adults supervision these days. It’s no longer the kampung days where children can play with ease as neighbours keeps a close tabs on your children’s whereabouts.

You know something, dear readers? I remember that my dad gave me piggyback rides and horsie rides when I was a toddler. I can still remember it. I also can remember me and my dad pretending as Ultraman and monster and play with each other until we get scoldings from mum, who was absolutely pissed because we used her rolling-pin and pans as our weapon when I was five.

And I still can remember my dad trying to get me to do maths by playing Monopoly when I was six.  Of course, as I grew older, there is chess game sessions too as my dad thinks that it’s a great way to sharpen my mind, and each time I managed to beat my dad in a chess game or two, I get a stuffed teddy as a reward. I still enjoy playing chess with my daddy though these days, I no longer get teddy bears as a reward for beating him in the game.

I think, I grew up like quite a normal little girl.(well, if you counted playing dress up and believing that Queen Rita from Power Rangers is real normal, that is) I was encouraged but not forced to study and excel. I was taught that learning is a lifelong journey, and not just to pass the papers or to show off to your friends who is a better student or so that your parents could boast to each other. I was taught to be honest with myself and be myself, and never let anyone take that away from me.

My dad didn’t want me to grow up too fast. He wants me to be a little girl as long as I could, and remember him as a father who doted on me and loves me dearly. He wants me to remember him as a father who is always there for me, through thick or thins.

How about you, dear readers? Do you want your children to grow up before it’s time? Can you seriously say that you won’t miss getting a hug or a kiss or two from your sons and daughters when they ‘grow up’ enough to feel embarrass to do it in front of their peers?

Anyway, for what it’s worth, I am truly blessed to be born in the 80s. Or else, I would have contemplate suicide because being the children of this era is tough!

Cleffairy: The phrase “Make my monster grow!” is usually uttered by Queen Rita, the bad guy’s big boss from Power Rangers. Each time she cackled these words, the monsters will grow and the Power Rangers will have to ride their Gundam-like robot to fight off the overgrown mob!

ps: Issit just me, or ‘Make my monster grow’ sounds rather obscene? LMAO…

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Once upon a time, when I was a little girl…

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?

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I couldn't stay away…

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.

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My Grown Up Christmas List

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.

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I couldn’t stay away…

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.

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7zRtLptyc4]


My Grown Up Christmas List

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.

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I couldn’t stay away…

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.

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7zRtLptyc4]


My Grown Up Christmas List

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.

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I couldn’t stay away…

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.

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7zRtLptyc4]


My Grown Up Christmas List

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


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Meow-wee Xmas

Someone is here to wish you a very Meow-wee Xmas.

Here she is…

It’s my kitten. Meow Meow. She’s here to wish all of you a very Meow-wee Xmas.

She’s not just my pet, but is also my sidekick and a partner in crime. She’s an absolute darling who gives me a hug each time I’m down, and gives me a wake up call each morning by licking my face. Sweet kitten, though she doesn’t look as cute as those model kittens who starred for feline products. And beware of her innocent look…if she caught you bullying me, you’ll end up being scratched and bitten by this lil monster.

I was not a fan of furry creature like Meow Meow, but… she saved my entire family from the fire back in July 2009 when she was barely 1 month old. She’s our little saviour, our little hero. Brave little thing, and now…growing sideways because of eating too much! She’s more like a daughter to me than a pet… no kidding. I talked to her and tell her all my secrets, and I can always be sure that she won’t backstab me.

I may not get any presents for Xmas again this year, but I suppose, Meow will always be there to comfort me. That will be enough for me this year. I got to learn to count my blessings, right?

Anyway, dear readers… this will be the last entry for 2009 in Over A Cuppa Tea. There will be surprises in store for everyone in 2010 from me, and hopefully the contents of my writing will be bolder, more daring and bring more joy to all of you.

Here’s wishing you a MEOW-WEE Xmas from me and Meow Meow.

Cleffairy: Meow Wee Xmas.

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Daddy knows best…

I’ve been quite busy these days, because my parents suddenly dropped in KL and staying in The Gardens Hotel, Midvalley. They’re here to do their annual shopping spree and also to do a spot check on whether I’ve been doing well or not.

And so, I’ve been dropping by The Gardens on and off to visit my daddy dearest, mum, and my lil sis. It’s been quite tiring for me, but it’s worth all the troubles, because I always feel good when I manage to spend time with my own family. You see, I don’t get to do that often due to my other commitments in life.

Don’t worry, dear readers. Though The Gardens and Midvalley have been decorated to the nines and I did camwhore a little bit when I was there, I won’t put it up here in my blog, because I wouldn’t want you guys to puke the contents of your stomach out after seeing my face in here. The pictures are for my eyes only, so don’t run off for cover just yet, folks.

Spending time with my own family instead of the in laws gives me so much fond memories. There are no stress whatsoever when I’m with them, and there’s not much expected of me as they just want my company. They don’t ask money from me, and definitely don’t ask me to run errands for them. I don’t have to pay for them either, cuz my daddy says allowing him to pay makes him feel like he’s a father who still have his little girls instead of an old man who is desperate for the care of his children.

It’s great to be with people who really cares for you and will spoil you rotten. And it is nice to be pampered like a little princess once and be appreciated again instead of being treated like the lowest scum on the face of the Earth.

What I like most about spending time with my own family is having meals with them. Unlike with other people in my life, I’d have to mind what I eat and what I drink, because they will scrutinize me for the things that I like to drink and eat, be it directly or indirectly.You see… some people in my life are just plain bitchy. They love to dominate everything, including what and how other people eat.

So, when I go out to eat with my daddy, he never failed to give me the feel good feeling, simply because he won’t nag me, or scold me for choosing the things that I want to eat or drink. He respects me, and treated me like someone with a brain instead of treating me like a stupid girl who doesn’t even use her brain to think before putting things into her mouth. I’m not a three years old child, you see. It is normal for me to feel aghast to be told that I’m not eating good food and stuff in public. I don’t appreciate people telling me and hinting me that. I definitely don’t appreciate it. In fact, I take it as an insult.

You know, my daddy will not ask me why I want to drink Coke. He will not tell me that the stuff is not healthy. He just… let me have it because he knows that I like it. My dad will even share the can of coke with me too instead of saying it’s junk and stuff. He also won’t demand me to choose other drinks that he think is good for me… like some yucky green tea or some sort of gooey, nasty concoction I can’t even recognize. I was a lucky child, you see. He’s the kind of dad who indulge his little girls with junkies ever since they were still crawling at his feet. It’s just too bad that other people’s parents are not the same as my daddy dearest.

Having meals with my daddy is a pure pleasure simply because he won’t fuck me off for wanting to eat meat or for refusing to take the greens, because he knows that I’m some sort of carnivore ever since I was born and simply loathe those creepy green things known as vegetables. One may not know this, but I merely tolerated eating veggies ever since I left home…for ‘certain’ reason that I do not wish to write it down here.

Veggies, especially those in green colours are not my thing. I loathe them in the first place. I don’t give a damn if they’re good for me. If I can’t tolerate the taste and couldn’t stomach it, I won’t bother forcing them down my throat. People should learn to respect that instead of making me eat what I don’t even eat in the first place because for once… I don’t go around forcing people to eat what they don’t eat. I respect how they decide to nurture their own body.

Knowing that I could not take a lot of food in one sitting because I tend to puke afterwards if I’m too full, my daddy also NEVER FORCED me to finish up my food whenever we’re in restaurants, because he knows that taking too much food in one sitting will make me sick and feel awful later on. He won’t accuse me for purposely wasting my food either. Instead of forcing me to finish up what’s on my plate, he’ll just ask the waiter to pack up the leftovers so that I can bring them back and eat them later.

My daddy won’t stop me for from taking desserts too if I feel like taking them after meals. He knew that I loved to eat ice creams… especially the sour kinds after taking the main course. He’ll order those lemon flavoured ice cream and let me loose on em, instead of forcing me to take the sweet kinds or ordering fruits for me to take instead.

I can list many things on why I love to have meals with my family, but sharing a plate of a dish together tops the list. I like sharing the food with my loved ones.  Because it not only make me feel close to them, it also allows me to sample a lot of different dishes all in one sitting.

It’s a common practice for my parents to order several different dishes and share it with each other when we’re eating out. They don’t find it disgusting, you see. To them, it’s a sign of affection. If you know me in real life, you could easily spot me sharing a bowl of noodles or a plate of char koay teow with my mum, my dad or my sister whenever I am with them.

Sharing food is a common practice to me, even at home. I taught my husband this value when I first met him, and we’re still doing this to this very day. Unfortunately for us, sometimes, people  find this practice is disgusting and unhygienic(why, if you ask me, French kisses are unhygienic too), and they thought this is why we remained skinny and scrawny-cuz we don’t get enough to eat. Or rather.. I don’t feed him enough to eat. Ah… yes… blame the woman again.

Well… in my defense… we don’t remain skinny because we don’t have enough to eat or because we share our food all the time. There are other factors that contribute to that…factors that I’m not bothered to explain, because some people simply refuse to listen or even bother to understand, anyway. Besides, not everyone will grow sideways as they eat. Everyone’s metabolism are different.

Bottomline is… having meals with my parents is pressure free… simply because they don’t force me to take what I don’t like to eat, and they also won’t scold or nag when I  can’t manage to finish my food. Yes…meals with mummy and daddy are always a pleasure, simply because they are not health freaks and they allow me to enjoy my food the way I want it, and the way I like it as long as I don’t go overboard with it and make myself sick.

I’ve met many people in my life. I grew fond of some of them while some others repelled me and disgust me. But at the end of the day, in terms of eating habit, no ones knows best about me besides my mummy and daddy.

Life is short. I’m fine with eating the things that I loved to eat the way I like it. Nobody should be allowed to tell me otherwise. Besides, I don’t over indulge in food. I take everything in moderation and I don’t do bodily harm to others, nor do I stop them from practicing their diet. They can do as they please for all I care.

Others may not agree with me, but we live only once, and what’s the use of prolonging life by being a health extremist and make others hate you by forcing them to do the same, when the consequence is you can’t live your life surrounded by people who loves and respect you truly?

Cleffairy: How you eat with your family reflects your relationship with them. Do you agree with me on this?

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