A Penny For Your Thoughts, Time Heals What Love And Reason Cannot

Birthday and some reflection.

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2nd September 2009 was my 25th birthday. I was a year older, and I don’t think I am a year wiser, for what it’s worth, despite what my best friend Pauline says. I have yet to learn about the constantly changing and challenging world and make my way through all of the nonsense that’s going on in my life at the moment.

Some of you might want to know what I did for my birthday. After all, you only celebrate your birthday once a year. I think normal people would have a birthday bash on their birthday. However, Cleffairy never seems to be a normal person ever since she was a child. I am more than certain some of yours truly’s high school friends can vouch for it.

Well, besides from having celebrated my birthday 2 days earlier with my in laws ( My FIL bought me a birthday cake and celebrated with me- something I really appreciate and would remember for the rest of my life), I did nothing special on my birthday.

So many things went on two days before my birthday, and when 2nd Sept arrived, I was dead tired.  Apart from going online in a cyber cafe before the clock strike 12 and chatted with some of my fellow friends whom I grew fond of over the years, all I did was lay in bed for the whole bloody day and try to get some rest.

I wish I could say I had a hell of sex or did something exciting  the day before that, but sadly, that’s not why I was so tired and had to rest on my birthday. Far from it, and I am not sure if I want to be reminded on how I spent the day I turn 25. It’s simply a waste of a good fine day.

Unproductive, unimaginative, boring, lame, disappointing, frustrating, you name it! All because of what? All because I WAS DAMN TIRED AND HAD NOT ENOUGH REST FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY!

Bloody hell! Why the hell I was tired? Well, there’s no point writing here, because it won’t change a thing. I cannot turn back time. Even if I could, I still don’t think I have the power to do anything about it either.

I am sure all of you are bored with my bitching by now…so I’ll stop bitching and spare the innocence of your eyes.  I did some reflection on my birthday…evaluate what I have in my life and what I have achieved so far. I did not like it. I don’t think I have achieved anything over the years, and screw people who says it is all right. It is not all right for me. I think I did everything the wrong way all these while.

But, I must have done something right all these while to deserve friends whom I have never met before, showering me with birthday wishes. I get no presents from them (or from anyone in my shitty life for that matter), but it’s the thoughts that counts. Remembering me, consoling me, appreciating me. Most of them are online friends. Gamers. Bloggers. Readers.

And I must have done something really good in my past life to deserve a friend (Pauline) who is more like a sister to me than just a friend-whom I can count on not to forget my birthday until the day that I’m buried six-feet underground. She’s probably the only person in my life apart from my father, my mother and my sister who will not forget my birthday.

Despite of an uneventful 25th birthday, it is a consolation to know that some people out there appreciate that I exists and genuinely care for me. This entry is for you…all of you who makes me feel appreciated when I don’t feel appreciated and being taken for granted. Thank you so… so much. To those who sms-ed me, call me, email me…thank you so much. You brought smile to my face, and honestly, it is not really that easy for me to laugh or smile anymore. You gave me happiness more than other people in my life could at the moment… and know this, my precious friends, all of you meant a lot to me.

Cleffairy: I did not get any presents for my birthday. It’s been quite some time since I received any birthday presents. But I suppose, having friends who appreciate me for who I am is a gift that can never be replaced by other.

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The meaning of merdeka…

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Happy 52nd Independence Malaysia…well…make that belated Happy Independence Day Malaysia from me. I’m late one day in wishing every single Malaysian a happy independence day. Pardon me, folks. I don’t feel ‘merdeka’ at the moment, hence, the lack of greetings to all of you.

Instead of feeling liberated on 31st August 2009 like I was supposed to feel, I feel trapped and oppressed for many reasons that many think invalid but valid only to myself. So much for merdeka this year. I won’t lie or bluff you about how I feel about this year’s merdeka, because that will only mean lying to myself.

I feel trapped because this year on merdeka day, I have to thread carefully cuz people are looking for my faults. Anything wrong, KABOOM… there goes my bloody ear.

I have to endure lectures on things that I’m not so fond of, I don’t get enough bloody sleep-barely slept a wink til this moment… I can’t eat til I’m satisfied and got so fucking tired and yet so restless because trouble seems to scream to my face each time I tried to even sleep a wink so please forgive me for any grammatical errors.

I could not do things that usually eases me. In my own goddamn home. So much for merdeka…and man, I don’t even dare to eat things anytime and anywhere I like at home too. So much for merdeka, eh? Merdeka comes a few days late for me this year, I suppose.

I’ve expected this. I’ve even imagined the predicament that I’m being put in, but I did not realize it will slam me so soon.

That Big Guy from Above must be pissed off with me about all the evil things I’ve done to make me suffer like this. There you go folks… one great lesson to learn…never ever make God pissed off at you, else, you’ll eat poo for a couple of days or worst, years.

Cleffairy: Sorry if my entry this time does not make any sense…though I did not feel like celebrating anything this year, I do hope all of you had a good long weekend with your loved ones. Last but not least Happy(belated) 52nd Independence Day, Malaysia!

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Some people are simply rude and uncivillized

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Last Friday, my younger sister and her friend came to visit me and they overnighted in my house. I was very happy that they came to visit me. The pleasure of their companionship is something that I longed and needed, especially in this difficult time where I’m still struggling to cope with my new environment and drastic changes.

When I was younger, I never did see eye to eye with my sister. Apparently, I was a jealous monster who wanted my parents to myself and therefore did not have any common ground with her. But I came to realize that we both grew up and became more mature and wiser, and come to care about each other unconditionally.

Anyway, let’s cut the story short. My sister came to visit with her friend, and I tried my best to be a good hostess. I cooked dinner for them and bought supper, and I bet they’re stuffed.

I realized that it takes so little to make me happy and blush to the root of my hair. I did not expect them to thank me or to help me out with the househole chores, but they did. My sister complimented me, saying that I’m a good cook, and the dishes are delicious and thanked me over and over again for the troubles that I put myself through to make them feel comfortable and welcomed in my home.

Same goes with her friend. They both thanked me, complimented me profusely, and I felt that even if they’re lying and just trying to be polite about me being a good cook and the dishes that I prepared actually tasted like ash, I don’t give a damn, because their words boosts my confidence and make me feel appreciated. These two feelings, happened to be something that is quite rare for me, and I haven’t felt it for a very long time.

My sister and her friend not only fed my ego last Friday, but they also offered to help me with my mundane chores. Though I appreciate their offer, I did not accept their help, because just by asking me if I needed help, is more than enough for me to feel happy to do things for them.

My sister also told me when we’re alone that even though I am not perfect, I am strong, and did great job with many things. She said, I did great job in raising my family and taking care of them. Those words almost undone me and made me cry out of happiness. I don’t care if she’s lying about it too. It made me feel good. She made me feel that it is okay to be human. To make mistakes, to feel tired and not be perfect. She made me feel loved and cared, even though she did not do much.

Both of them are two people that I will always welcome in my home. At least, these two are not like any some other ‘guests’ that came to my house. While I welcome them into my house with open arms, I do not appreciate that they criticize on how I run my family and on whether I clean up the house til squeaky clean, or whether I do my bloody laundry every goddamn day or not.

Who gave them the bloody rights to critisize on what me and my husband should and should not do or how we decided to run the family? Just because they are older, does that means it makes them always right and know better than us? Who gave them bloody rights to tell us what to do?

I don’t care if they are older than me or not, and we as younger people are suppose to give them face and respect them and say yes to whatever they say like some mentally retarded dog.

It is simply rude to go into people’s house and critisize people, and tell people’s children or the parent’s what they should and should not do with their child. IT IS SIMPLY RUDE. look up in the dictionary if you don’t understand what rude meant.

I am sure you don’t know what it meant, because only uncivillized people stepped into people’s house, look around and then tell them to follow your advice or rather, orders.

I’m telling you, you have no manners…and even if you talked in a language that you thought I could not understand to my other half. You think you’re bloody brilliant? You are wrong. I understood, even though I pretended stupid and not understand a word. I resent everything you told us, and everything you said.

One should also not concern themselves about other’s parenting skills when they themselves are not perfect either. I call that the pot calling the kettle black. I saw flaws in other people’s parenting skills too when I go to people’s house. Their kids are rude and messy too.

And their house would make a French maid runs back to France in fright. But I don’t go around telling them what to do. I don’t tell them to clean up, or tell their children to behave, even though they are my kin or immediate relative.

I held my tongue. Because to me, whatever people want to do in their house, and how they decided to raise their brats, is none of my concern. Even if I care for their well being, their hygiene or even their academic achievements, I don’t see any harm in allowing people to be imperfect and learn not to make mistakes on their own.

Apart from that, I was raised by my family to mind my manners when I go to other people’s house, and it does not matter if they are older or younger than me. It is just too bad that others do not have half of my upbringing to at least mind their own business or look into their own faults first before condemning others.

Cleffairy: I hope I can send all chauvinistic pigs to the gallows…then I’ll be at peace with myself.

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I'm not so sweet anymore…

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I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do not know me anymore. From a sweet, forgiving, naive girl who can easily tolerate anyone around her, I become a witch who is ill tempered and have distrust on everyone who crossed my path. It takes so little to anger me. It takes so less to displease and to hold grudges against others. Resentments bottles up, and I doubt anyone can do anything about it to make it go away.

Those changes are not good, I know, but I can’t help it. My environment shaped me into what I am today. And I can’t honestly say that my environment after I left home is all good and positive. My parents sheltered me. I used to have a perfect happy family. I was a daughter. An apple to my parents’ eyes.

But I learn that not everyone have good parents like mine who protects me from the dangers outside, and eventually, I discovered that I’m stuck with people whose background is not as good as mine, and if I want to stick around with them, I’ll have to change to adapt. I did not want to change. But then again, I have to. To survive.

Fiend and friends alike analyzed me. Both parties said the same thing. Both agrees that I became a bitter person because I have been hurt. A year ago, if one told me that, I would adamantly deny their allegations. But today, as much as I refuse to admit that I have been somehow hurt in some ways, I have too, because I am not that happy with myself, with what I am today. This is not what I envisioned myself to be 10 years ago.

10 years ago, I was full of dreams and hope, but today, nothing seems to go right. I am not what I had hoped myself to be when I was younger. It never crossed my mind that I will be a failure in many ways. Yes, that is what I am. A failure. A big one at that. I have disappoint my younger self. And nothing can change that, unless I start to put myself first before others. And start to love myself first before I love others. The fire made me see that. Somehow, I am glad it happened as it seems to burn away things so that I could see clearer.

I know I’m fooling around with my own doom when I give up my own hopes and dreams in order to help others achieve theirs. But then again, why am I still doing it? Because I have to? Because I have no choice? Because I am forced to do so? No. It’s because somehow, a part of that innocent, selfless girl who used to be me still haven’t completely die. She’s still there, somewhere, waiting to emerge once again, but have been successfully suppressed by her environment.

This will be a weird entry, but I need to do this in order to understand myself again, because sometimes, when I woke up in the morning or looked into the mirror, I don’t feel like I know who I am anymore. I changed too much.

What can I do to be that sweet girl again? I don’t have any answer for that. I feel that I’ve changed too much and it is too late for me to turn back. But perhaps, being happy is a good start. And loving myself first before loving others would make me feel more at ease with myself and stop myself from holding grudges with other people. I don’t know what I should do to make me feel more confident and comfortable with myself, cuz it’s been destroyed for so long.

I can only say one thing to all of you though, before you become like me, turning into someone you cannot even recognize in the mirror; Love yourself first before you love others. Do something to make yourself happy, because unhappiness can destroy so many things. And instead of following what other people tell you to do because they thought it is right for you, follow your heart and your instinct. That, my blogger friends, could at least preserve the good part of you and prevent yourself from turning into such an ill-tempered witch like me.

Cleffairy: If I love myself a little bit more, it does not mean I love you less.

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I’m not so sweet anymore…

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I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do not know me anymore. From a sweet, forgiving, naive girl who can easily tolerate anyone around her, I become a witch who is ill tempered and have distrust on everyone who crossed my path. It takes so little to anger me. It takes so less to displease and to hold grudges against others. Resentments bottles up, and I doubt anyone can do anything about it to make it go away.

Those changes are not good, I know, but I can’t help it. My environment shaped me into what I am today. And I can’t honestly say that my environment after I left home is all good and positive. My parents sheltered me. I used to have a perfect happy family. I was a daughter. An apple to my parents’ eyes.

But I learn that not everyone have good parents like mine who protects me from the dangers outside, and eventually, I discovered that I’m stuck with people whose background is not as good as mine, and if I want to stick around with them, I’ll have to change to adapt. I did not want to change. But then again, I have to. To survive.

Fiend and friends alike analyzed me. Both parties said the same thing. Both agrees that I became a bitter person because I have been hurt. A year ago, if one told me that, I would adamantly deny their allegations. But today, as much as I refuse to admit that I have been somehow hurt in some ways, I have too, because I am not that happy with myself, with what I am today. This is not what I envisioned myself to be 10 years ago.

10 years ago, I was full of dreams and hope, but today, nothing seems to go right. I am not what I had hoped myself to be when I was younger. It never crossed my mind that I will be a failure in many ways. Yes, that is what I am. A failure. A big one at that. I have disappoint my younger self. And nothing can change that, unless I start to put myself first before others. And start to love myself first before I love others. The fire made me see that. Somehow, I am glad it happened as it seems to burn away things so that I could see clearer.

I know I’m fooling around with my own doom when I give up my own hopes and dreams in order to help others achieve theirs. But then again, why am I still doing it? Because I have to? Because I have no choice? Because I am forced to do so? No. It’s because somehow, a part of that innocent, selfless girl who used to be me still haven’t completely die. She’s still there, somewhere, waiting to emerge once again, but have been successfully suppressed by her environment.

This will be a weird entry, but I need to do this in order to understand myself again, because sometimes, when I woke up in the morning or looked into the mirror, I don’t feel like I know who I am anymore. I changed too much.

What can I do to be that sweet girl again? I don’t have any answer for that. I feel that I’ve changed too much and it is too late for me to turn back. But perhaps, being happy is a good start. And loving myself first before loving others would make me feel more at ease with myself and stop myself from holding grudges with other people. I don’t know what I should do to make me feel more confident and comfortable with myself, cuz it’s been destroyed for so long.

I can only say one thing to all of you though, before you become like me, turning into someone you cannot even recognize in the mirror; Love yourself first before you love others. Do something to make yourself happy, because unhappiness can destroy so many things. And instead of following what other people tell you to do because they thought it is right for you, follow your heart and your instinct. That, my blogger friends, could at least preserve the good part of you and prevent yourself from turning into such an ill-tempered witch like me.

Cleffairy: If I love myself a little bit more, it does not mean I love you less.

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I’m not so sweet anymore…

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I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do not know me anymore. From a sweet, forgiving, naive girl who can easily tolerate anyone around her, I become a witch who is ill tempered and have distrust on everyone who crossed my path. It takes so little to anger me. It takes so less to displease and to hold grudges against others. Resentments bottles up, and I doubt anyone can do anything about it to make it go away.

Those changes are not good, I know, but I can’t help it. My environment shaped me into what I am today. And I can’t honestly say that my environment after I left home is all good and positive. My parents sheltered me. I used to have a perfect happy family. I was a daughter. An apple to my parents’ eyes.

But I learn that not everyone have good parents like mine who protects me from the dangers outside, and eventually, I discovered that I’m stuck with people whose background is not as good as mine, and if I want to stick around with them, I’ll have to change to adapt. I did not want to change. But then again, I have to. To survive.

Fiend and friends alike analyzed me. Both parties said the same thing. Both agrees that I became a bitter person because I have been hurt. A year ago, if one told me that, I would adamantly deny their allegations. But today, as much as I refuse to admit that I have been somehow hurt in some ways, I have too, because I am not that happy with myself, with what I am today. This is not what I envisioned myself to be 10 years ago.

10 years ago, I was full of dreams and hope, but today, nothing seems to go right. I am not what I had hoped myself to be when I was younger. It never crossed my mind that I will be a failure in many ways. Yes, that is what I am. A failure. A big one at that. I have disappoint my younger self. And nothing can change that, unless I start to put myself first before others. And start to love myself first before I love others. The fire made me see that. Somehow, I am glad it happened as it seems to burn away things so that I could see clearer.

I know I’m fooling around with my own doom when I give up my own hopes and dreams in order to help others achieve theirs. But then again, why am I still doing it? Because I have to? Because I have no choice? Because I am forced to do so? No. It’s because somehow, a part of that innocent, selfless girl who used to be me still haven’t completely die. She’s still there, somewhere, waiting to emerge once again, but have been successfully suppressed by her environment.

This will be a weird entry, but I need to do this in order to understand myself again, because sometimes, when I woke up in the morning or looked into the mirror, I don’t feel like I know who I am anymore. I changed too much.

What can I do to be that sweet girl again? I don’t have any answer for that. I feel that I’ve changed too much and it is too late for me to turn back. But perhaps, being happy is a good start. And loving myself first before loving others would make me feel more at ease with myself and stop myself from holding grudges with other people. I don’t know what I should do to make me feel more confident and comfortable with myself, cuz it’s been destroyed for so long.

I can only say one thing to all of you though, before you become like me, turning into someone you cannot even recognize in the mirror; Love yourself first before you love others. Do something to make yourself happy, because unhappiness can destroy so many things. And instead of following what other people tell you to do because they thought it is right for you, follow your heart and your instinct. That, my blogger friends, could at least preserve the good part of you and prevent yourself from turning into such an ill-tempered witch like me.

Cleffairy: If I love myself a little bit more, it does not mean I love you less.

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I’m not so sweet anymore…

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I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do not know me anymore. From a sweet, forgiving, naive girl who can easily tolerate anyone around her, I become a witch who is ill tempered and have distrust on everyone who crossed my path. It takes so little to anger me. It takes so less to displease and to hold grudges against others. Resentments bottles up, and I doubt anyone can do anything about it to make it go away.

Those changes are not good, I know, but I can’t help it. My environment shaped me into what I am today. And I can’t honestly say that my environment after I left home is all good and positive. My parents sheltered me. I used to have a perfect happy family. I was a daughter. An apple to my parents’ eyes.

But I learn that not everyone have good parents like mine who protects me from the dangers outside, and eventually, I discovered that I’m stuck with people whose background is not as good as mine, and if I want to stick around with them, I’ll have to change to adapt. I did not want to change. But then again, I have to. To survive.

Fiend and friends alike analyzed me. Both parties said the same thing. Both agrees that I became a bitter person because I have been hurt. A year ago, if one told me that, I would adamantly deny their allegations. But today, as much as I refuse to admit that I have been somehow hurt in some ways, I have too, because I am not that happy with myself, with what I am today. This is not what I envisioned myself to be 10 years ago.

10 years ago, I was full of dreams and hope, but today, nothing seems to go right. I am not what I had hoped myself to be when I was younger. It never crossed my mind that I will be a failure in many ways. Yes, that is what I am. A failure. A big one at that. I have disappoint my younger self. And nothing can change that, unless I start to put myself first before others. And start to love myself first before I love others. The fire made me see that. Somehow, I am glad it happened as it seems to burn away things so that I could see clearer.

I know I’m fooling around with my own doom when I give up my own hopes and dreams in order to help others achieve theirs. But then again, why am I still doing it? Because I have to? Because I have no choice? Because I am forced to do so? No. It’s because somehow, a part of that innocent, selfless girl who used to be me still haven’t completely die. She’s still there, somewhere, waiting to emerge once again, but have been successfully suppressed by her environment.

This will be a weird entry, but I need to do this in order to understand myself again, because sometimes, when I woke up in the morning or looked into the mirror, I don’t feel like I know who I am anymore. I changed too much.

What can I do to be that sweet girl again? I don’t have any answer for that. I feel that I’ve changed too much and it is too late for me to turn back. But perhaps, being happy is a good start. And loving myself first before loving others would make me feel more at ease with myself and stop myself from holding grudges with other people. I don’t know what I should do to make me feel more confident and comfortable with myself, cuz it’s been destroyed for so long.

I can only say one thing to all of you though, before you become like me, turning into someone you cannot even recognize in the mirror; Love yourself first before you love others. Do something to make yourself happy, because unhappiness can destroy so many things. And instead of following what other people tell you to do because they thought it is right for you, follow your heart and your instinct. That, my blogger friends, could at least preserve the good part of you and prevent yourself from turning into such an ill-tempered witch like me.

Cleffairy: If I love myself a little bit more, it does not mean I love you less.

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Why did Cleffairy gone MIA…

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This entry is just a part of what I’ve experience. There is more to come. I’ve open up another category specifically for the ordeal that I’ve experience. I’m hurt and traumatized, and hopefully, through writing, I would heal. Let me share with you…what time could probably heal what love, and reason cannot.

Indeed, why? I have been MIA these days, and for people who is my kin or knows me personally, would have known that something had happened to me. I did not write about it because at the moment for a lot of reasons I consider valid.

Firstly, for now I do not have a fix Internet line to enable me to blog about it and share it with all of you over here. That is the first reason. Secondly, it’s because I felt that my privacy have been invaded in some ways that it prevents me from writing anything or even making any statements at all.

Somehow, somewhere, someone, is probably in seventh heaven thinking that I’ve turn a meek, yes woman since I’ve been keeping mum these days. And thirdly, because I was not really ready to share what I’ve gone through the past two weeks with all of you yet.

Some may have thought that I have been shaking my legs on some luxury cruise in the Caribbean, enjoying the sun and sea breeze over a cup of some exotic drink I can barely pronounce correctly. Unfortunately, that is not the case for me. Far from from it, though sometimes, I do wish that is the case.

I don’t really know where to start. Or how. There is too many things to tell. So I guess I’ll just start with the basics. Here goes:

Saturday, 18th July 2009, about 1.30pm, my house was burn down in fire.It was a quiet afternoon. One could have been probably fooled into thinking that nothing could go wrong that dreadful day but the quiet routine weekend nap. The entire household was taking a nap.

I did not really know what actually happened to cause the destructive fire. All I know is that I was asleep, and then, there’s the pungent smell of metal on fire. Little did I know, that the smell was actually the scent of thick carbon monoxide. I woke up, thinking that something had short circuit, causing that awfully unpleasant smell. The smell continuously invaded my senses, and it seems to get thicker, and sensing something amiss, I ran out of the room to investigate.

Out the room, the air was filled with smoke. It was very thick,  and the air was grey in colour. If one asked me to describe the air quality at that time, it was like thousands of men smoke their cigarettes in one room simultaneously. The only difference was, the smoke was polluted with the scent of electronic appliances burning. Breathing not only became hard, but painful to the lungs as well.

I was confused and panicked. For a moment, I wondered what was going on. If I’m not mistaken I couldn’t actually compute that the house was actually on fire until I went to the living room that is fast becoming pitch black with smoke and saw that the only lights that’s illuminating the living room was the fierce fire that is fast consuming the sofa and whatever that’s in its way. The fire was two point on the sofa. It looked like a a pair of demonic eyes, laughing at me. Then only it occurred to me that the house was on fire.

My other half was in the living room. Like the rest of us, asleep, and I thought he was dead, along with my newly adopted pet of 4 days, a little kitten I called ‘Meow Meow’. (Fine, lame name for a kitten, but hey, it answered to that name. LOL) I really thought he was gone and not coming back anymore, cuz he did not answer when I called out to  him for help.

Anyway, to cut long story short, let’s just say what happened after that is my husband saved me and the rest of the family. We barely managed to cheat Death, and escaped in the nick of time. A few more minutes, I believed all of us would have died out of smoke inhalation and be BBQ-ed and satay-ed soon after.

What happened during the time frame we escaped is better for him to tell the story. He could probably tell the story better than me, because he’s the one who did the rescue. For those who are close to me, you’ll know who he is, and feel free to visit his blog if you want to know what happened during that time.

I am glad that I’m still alive to tell you all this, but the fire took so many things besides my belongings and a place to stay. I will tell you what the fire took, destroyed and even killed next time. Til then, take care, and cherish the ones around you.

Cleffairy: Time should be able to heal what love and reason cannot. Don’t you agree?

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