Have a blessed Easter…

Sorry for going MIA and the lack of updates. A lot of things cropped up lately and I decided to lay back and take it easy abit. I’m just so… tired and stressed up.

I had to deal with a couple of health issues last month and it duzzin help that I have lotsa dateline to meet and I can’t seems to concentrate on doing it. There’s too many things on my mind. I get distracted easily and I’m dying for a getaway or two.

Unfortunately for me, I won’t be getting any real break until at least June or July til I’m done editing my second book and finally put an end to my third book, so I guess I’ll have to live with it for now. Ah… *SIGH* But then again, busy is a good thing. It keeps me moving, motivated and gives me a sense of self-worth… it’s just that I wish I have more energy to keep up with the fast pace. ๐Ÿ™ I really wish I’m like the Duracell Bunny and can go on and on forever.

*SIGH*

Anyway, here’s wishing everyone who celebrates Easter’s Day a very Happy Easter and God bless you and your loved ones.

Cleffairy: To family and friends… thank you for being a pillar of support when I need you most.

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She patched me up when I was torn…

How many of you are actually blessed enough to have friends who will stick with you through thick or thins? I’m sure you can easily say that you’re blessed with a lot of friends who will laugh with you and cry with you when you’re younger, but as we grew older, not many can actually say that. As we grow older, things started to change…. people started to change.

I have a lot of friends, but I have to say, some friends are better off as enemies. I used to have fair-weather friends and they do things that doesn’t exactly sit well with me.

I’m not quite sure how to say this without being too obvious, but let’s just say that some so-called friends do things that even animals won’t do, and they would even fuck your husband if they can just to spite you.

Some friends are ruthless even though their disposition says otherwise. They take take advantage of you whenever they can, and will do anything to ruin your happiness. Such lowlives. Yes… they are better off as enemies.

But some friends, some friends are for keep. Even though I was unlucky enough to encounter venomous snakes who have the cheeks to call themselves my friends somewhere along the road, but I was blessed enough to have real friends who not only will cry with me when the world crumbles beneath my feet, but will also be my pillar of strength when I actually have none.

A few years back… I lived in the world of darkness. Unable to trust, unable to love and unable to give. Because when I gave trust, my trust was trampled and broken mercilessly, by the ones that I love, no less.

I felt that my love was was unrequited back then and when I give, I get nothing back. I got sick, tired, and really fed up and therefore, I build a wall around myself. I was afraid to get hurt. It was pathetic, but what else can I do? I did not want to get hurt anymore. I have enough unhealed wounds.

I thought….enough is enough, and did you know what’s worst? I stopped believing… I stopped having faith in God. I even blamed Him for every single bad things that happened to me. I could not see that what I’ve been through was actually His will and I failed to see that He’s trying to show me something before it’s too late.

It is sad…it was just so sad that I failed to see what God intend me to see…which is ‘truth’. He was showing me the evil around me, but I refused to open my eyes and see. He was showing me who was my real friends and who was my enemies, but I stubbornly shut Him out of my heart.

I did not realize that by refusing Him, I was hurting myself even more…unable to love, unable to trust… and unable to function properly. By not believing in Him, I was just like a little bird with clipped wings, unable to fly, and vulnerable to predators around me.

But God works in mysterious ways, and I am forever grateful for that, for He sent me friends to teach me what I’ve forgotten. He sent me friends to remind me about love, kindness and generosity. He made me learn how to trust, how to give and how to open my heart to Him all over again through these friends.

I can name a few of these friends whom God sent to me to remind me of His existence and that all is not lost… but today, I’ll just name one, because today is my friend’s birthday. She’s none other than Smallkucing‘s Mamarazzi.

Without her, I would not be here today for before I got to know her, I was actually suicidal. She stopped me from pulling the trigger that would end my life, and she made me believe in Him again. I never thought it could have been possible, but she patched me up when I was torn.

She’s may be fierce and a no-nonsense kind of person on the outside, but she’s nothing but pure kindness inside. She taught what I’ve forgotten, and she made a better person out of me.

She’s God’s gift to me, and perhaps, the entire world too if they are lucky enough to get to know her.

Yes… today is her birthday, and so here I am, writing this while praying that God will bless her and her family always. I am forever indebted to her, and only God could repay her kindness and generosity towards me.

Happy birthday, Mamarazzi. You’re not just a friend to me, but an elder sister that I never had.

Cleffairy: I am truly blessed, for I have friends who do things that means so much to me…. and I give thanks to God for that every day.

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Empty no more.

Little Bird says… ” Happy birthday”. ๐Ÿ˜€

My life, would have been empty. Void of warmth and happiness if I was not blessed enough to know MommyLing.

Among all of my blogger friends, she’s the closest to me in regards of age. Unlike most of my blogger friends whom I’ve been lucky enough to be acquainted with, Ling and I are only one year apart, and at many levels, we’re on the same page. (Most of my blogger friends are much older than I am…usually… 10, 20, or even 30 years older than I am)

You see, before I got to know her,ร‚ย  I’ve always feel so out of place when I mingle around with young people… say… people who are single and still in their 20s. Strange, isn’t it? Considering that I am also that age. Yes, people…I am still in my20s. In fact, I’m just 26, though alot of people, including Claire and Smallkucing‘s Mamarazzi thought I should be at least a lady well in her 40s when they first come to my blog.

People tend to have such perception of me when they read my blog… especially if they’ started to follow my blog two-three years ago. Oh well, it can’t be helped. I sounded pretty much like a menopausal, brooding old lady with my writing, and I never did attempt to correct them.

It’s all right. I mean, I don’t mind people mistaking me for being a wrinkly, stern old lady. After all… I kinda get some kicks whenever I meet up with people who assume I’m old. Oh God, whatever wouldn’t I give to have their picture taken when they saw me for the first time? I know a lady who practically gape when she first saw me. Poor lady assume that I was actually Cleffairy’s daughter. I really had a good laugh after that. ๐Ÿ˜›

Anyway, I’m straying. Where was I? Well, yes… I was saying that I do not feel comfortable around young people who are still single. Some people will ask me why… well here’s why… I feel out of place. Very out of place. I don’t feel that I belong to that group of people anymore. Look at me…. I am 26, married, and my son is already 6 years old. Not many choose to settle down so early these days, and what common topic could I possibly have with single people my age, anyway?

I don’t belong anymore. At times, I feel empty. Before I knew Ling, I couldn’t relate to people my age… all because in terms of marital status… I’m prematurely ahead. When I chill out, I would like to talk about my family, my boy… and yes… I’d like to talk about what ails me too… you know…sometimes, we women need that kind of release. To talk about what’s bothering us… and to share our problems. We’re not necessarily looking for a solution… but merely for people who are willing to listen without attempting to judge you. And guess what? I cannot talk to people my age about all those because they are not in the same shoe as I am.

My priorities and their priorities are different…. and therefore conversation between me and my young friends, no matter how close they used to be with me, will be very awkward. What’s worst…because these people have yet to go through what I’ve gone through, they do not understand how I feel. They tend to judge and offer shallow advice when all I want is just for them to listen.

Knowing Ling… filled an empty void in my life and my heart. She’s only 1 year apart from me, she’s married, and she’s blessed with two beautiful little girls whom she dubbed as monsters occasional. Ling understood me pretty well. Ling may not know this, but last year … something happened to me. It’s nothing historic, but it’s depressing and crushing nevertheless because I felt as if I need to evaluate my life all over again. I doubted myself, and I wonder if I’m doing the right thing. She did not know, but she was my pillar of strength, and she gave me the courage I very much need to face the unexpected venom that threatens to kill me inside out.

I’m not sure if she remembers it, but she told me that sometimes to set things right, you got to confront the problems that you have in hands and sometimes, one need to be cold-blooded. She was right. Because certain things can only be solved via confrontation or by being cold blooded. She reminded me that people in my position, should never let others, especially the one that I love trample me mercilessly.

Ling is beautiful lady on the outside and I can vouch that she’s beautiful inside too. And underneath that beautiful and sweet demeanor, she’s a very strong inspirational character with faith and passion inside her. She’s someone I look up too. I admire how she handle her children, and her endless faith in her life.

This might not be much, Ling… but here’s wishing you a very happy birthday. You’re one of those few people whom I keep in my prayers before I go to bed every day( I say day cuz I dun exactly sleep night… LOL!). I hope God will bless you and your family always.

Cleffairy: Happy birthday, Ling, and thank you very much….not just for all of your yummylicious nasi goreng, red bean desserts or mysterious roasted chicken, but for being in my life…. and for being there when I needed someone to cry to.

ps: Let’s go makan makan when you and the pontianak with unruly hair free okay? Celebrate both of your birthdays together. ๐Ÿ˜€

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All about Smallkucing….

It’s been more than a year since I got to know Smallkucing. And yet, words are not enough to describe my affection for this little boy. Smallkucing and his family are Godsent. They’re a blessing in my life, and I couldn’t thank God enough for sending them my way.

Smallkucing and family taught me many things… such as generosity and kindness. Before I met Smallkucing and his Mamarazzi as well as Paparazzi, I was still living in the dark ages.

I was a recluse and I did not mix around with people, especially if I got to know them online. I was afraid that I would be hurt. You see, not everyone out there are good people, and I’m afraid of unwanted exposure.

I am glad that Smallkucing and Mamarazzi showed me that the world is not so evil after all. I learn alot from both Smallkucing and Mamarazzi, and Paparazzi too. ๐Ÿ˜€

They’re the kind of people that makes me wish that I’m rich… so that I could spoil them rotten.

Anyway… here’s wishing Smallkucing a very happy birthday and his Paparazzi a belated happy birthday. Yeps… their birthdays are just 1 day apart. 22nd and 23rd February respectively.

May God bless you and your loved ones always. I’ll always keep you guys in my prayers.

Cleffairy: Thank you… thank you so much for teaching me so many things. Because of you, I’ve grown. And because of you too, the wall in my heart is not so tall anymore.

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Stress Free Lousang

I mentioned in my previous entry that I went lousang with my blogger family, didn’t I? That was the first lousang of the Rabbit year for me, and I enjoyed it very, very much, because it was stress-free, and everyone seems to be very relaxed that evening.

Everyone dressed down too, and the entire session was very casual. LOL… you see, we’re all with kids, therefore, dressing up to the nines for dinners and whatnot is not really practical, as it’s a well known fact that kids are messy, and it’s best if we’re all frill-free.

And despite of it still being Chinese New Year, at least 4 of the folks who attended the lousang session wore black/grey-ish shirts/clothing.

LMAO. Talk about defying culture! The superstitious elders would probably faint out of shock if they’re to see us wear dark coloured clothing. You see… it’s considered a blasphemy and inauspicious to wear black-ish clothing during Chinese New Year.

Gosh… I must be getting really old. I feel more comfortable with people who are married, with kids rather than single brats who cared so much about dressing up, even for casual events.

Anyway, we ordered ‘Half Portion Yee Sang’

There’s some measly slices of salmon fish along with the yee sang set, waiting to be tossed with the rest of the ingredients.

Just look at the yummylicious ingredients…colourful, isn’t it? This dish signify the hope for a colourful and prosperous year ahead. By the way, can you guess which one is MY hand? LOL.

Tossing the yee sang… The Chinese believes that the higher you toss when you’re mixing the ingredients, the luckier you’ll be throughout the year. And so, we toss as high as we could while wishing a lot of auspicious things out loud.

The aftermath? Let’s just say, it was rather messy… but it was yummy nevertheless. LOL.

Cleffairy: Nothing beats spending time with friends who are more like a family to you.

note: The dish is called ‘yee sang’ while the act of tossing and mixing the ‘yee sang’ ingredients together is known as ‘lou sang’.

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Cravings satiated…

LOL… this is going to be a very short entry, cuz I’m really beat. Just came back from ‘lousang’ with my evil sisters , and I can barely move… I ate too much, I suppose. I wanted to write something about that, but that will have to wait til my unofficial photographer email me the pics.

Anyway, I’ve been having loads of cravings lately…(no, I’m not pregnant… not that I know of… ummmm…. ummm!) and among them are fried rice, salted fish as well as pickled mangoes. LOL.

Well, most of my cravings has been satiated, though not indefinitely. Hahaha…Smallkucing has somehow managed to convince his Mamarazzi to make me a jar of pickled mangoes as well as buy me salted fish during their recent trip back to hometown. ๐Ÿ˜€

Pickled mangoes, made specially for me by none other than Smallkucing’s mummy, Mamarazzi.

Scary looking salted fish, but don’t let the looks fooled you. This tastes heavenly when it’s fried and eaten with plain steamed rice. (This one, however, is more suitable to be cooked in curry)

And as for fried rice…Ms. Anonymous fried some for me and stuffed it to me during my lousang session earlier on. You see, it’s not that I don’t know how to cook fried rice, but it’s just that sometimes you get so sick of your own cooking that you wish that you can have someone else’s cooking. I guess that’s what happened to me when I craved for Ms. Anonymous’ fried rice.

Geez…. I really did not expect her to cook fried rice for me. After all, we were having our ‘lousang’ session together and food will be abundant. LOL… I was really shocked when Ms. Anonymous told me that she made fried rice for me. Gosh…my friends are so kind and thoughtful, and I have no idea how to repay them besides saying thank you, and hope that God will bless them and their loved ones always.

Cleffairy: Having thoughtful friends who keep you in their hearts no matter where they go is indeed a blessing from up above. Eating in a humble restaurant with them beats dining in an expensive hotel.

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My memory at Wheels – Disco Roller Skating Rink

The brain is an amazing thing. It is much better than the computer and it will not expire unless our body is expired or terribly damaged. You may not realize this, but a part of our brain keep some of our earliest memories from our childhood.

Do you remember what is your earliest memory? I do. My earliest memory was when I was 2 years old. It was vague, but it’s still a memory. It’s painted like a permanent picture in the gallery of my brain. It’s nothing spectacular. In fact, it’s rather mundane. Each time I try to recall my life when I was a child, the one with me sleeping in my father’s lap while nursing a bottle of milk will never fail to come to the surface. He sang a lullaby to me as I suckle on the bottle. The song was ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’. That was my earliest memory. Strange, isn’t it? A lot of people was in my life when I was a child, but my father seems to be the permanent fixture in my my memory.

I could remember him coming back from work, and I’d be screaming ‘Daddy’s home’ with sheer delight from the door while my mother carry me in her arms. I could also still remember my first time in kindergarten, my first day in school, my first bicycle ride, my first dentist visit… he was there…with me… while I was growing up.

I remembered a lot of things. Some of these memories with my father is so vivid and fresh that when I took some trips down the memory lane, it felt as if it was just yesterday.Some memories, however, were suppressed, and I could not remember it at all until I did something similar to trigger it.

The one with my father teaching me how to skate is one of those memories that I did not remember until I did something similar. I almost forget that I could actually skate until one day, the nice people from Hahah and The Wheels – Disco Roller Skating @ Subang Avenue invited me to have some fun in the skating rink before they open it to the public.

I was rather thrilled when I was invited to be among the first to experience a family friendly disco style skating rink, and therefore, I accepted their invitation with delight. I went there with my husband and son.

My father once brought me to a skating rink and taught me how to skate, and I thought, now, it is my turn to bring both my son and my husband to experience how liberating skating can be.

Upon arrival, my family was treated like a VIP, and we were even given a complimentary membership card that would entitled us to many privileges whenever we decide to skate at Wheels.

There’s a choice of inline skates…

And

Roller skates at your disposal…

More used to ice skating and inline skating, yours truly chose a rollerblade for her skating session instead of choosing the rollerskates. While her husband chose rollerskate as his poison. He said he can’t balance himself with those inline blades. ROFLOL.

The Wheels skating rink is a fun place to hang out with your family and friends. I wouldn’t exactly suggest you to bring your toddlers there, but kids 6 years above who is packed with adrenaline, couples with raging hormones, family who wants to escape a mundane routine would enjoy this funky place. It is fully air-conditioned…

And the skating rink was properly dimmed and disco lights were lighted u to make the entire place more funky and fun. The LED lights seems to dance merrily on the floor as the music from the 70s blast off in the air. One of the best feature of this rink is that there’s lanes for you to compete with you friends… or fiend… LOL.

This is a really neat skating rink, take it from me. Once a skater, will always be one… but an amateur like me would always require a rest every now and then while skating. (geez, I’m getting old… my stamina is not as good as when I was in my teens…) The platform above is for people who are tired of skating and would like to rest for a couple of minutes before skating to their heart’s content again.

The Wheels skating rink may look like it’s intended for professional skaters, with it’s dimmed lights and all, but believe me, it’s for everyone. If you’re a first timer, you don’t even have to worry about injuring yourself if you ever bang the wall while skating, as the place is properly padded. All safety precaution has been taken by the Wheels to ensure the safety of the skaters.

Wondering about the rate in the Wheels skating rink? Well, it’s as stated below. There’s price for normal skaters, Wheels members as well as Wheels VIPs. There’s also monthly entry pass for those avid skaters.

Do note that rental of roller skates or rollerblades are free of charge. This means you only need to pay for the entrance fee and you’ll be given a rollerskate or rollerblade to use for the as long as you want.

Feel that the price is still too expensive? Well, Hahah is having a great promo for Wheels Skating rink.Just click the pic below to see the great deals they’re having.

You can purchase a voucher or two from Hahah. It’s 52% off as stated below:

Hahah Deal:* RM 12 for a whole day at Wheels.
Hahah Rewards Multiplier: Free Mineral Water after 20 units are sold
Deal Period: 3 – 8 Feb 2011

The voucher is valid for 2 months from date of issue. (Date: 10 Feb 2011 รขโ‚ฌโ€œ 10 Apr 2011)ร‚ย  These E-Vouchers are transferable but not redeemable for cash. Please note that no replacement will be given for expired voucher(s)

So, folks, looking for some fun for this coming Valentine’s day or those long public hols? What are you waiting for? Get the deal now.

Need more infos on Wheels Disco- Roller Skating Rink? Well, just visit their facebook page HERE to find out more about them.

The rink’s address in case you wanna walk in for some fun:

Disco Roller Skating @ Subang Avenue,

Lot S4.01, Subang Avenue Shopping Mall,

SS16/1, Subang Jaya,

Selangor Darul Ehsan.

Cleffairy: Watch out, skaters… you haven’t seen the last of me or my two monsters yet. LOL!

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Die, Dong Dong Chiang Die!

This is a scheduled entry. By the time you’re reading this, I’m somewhere else, in the world where fantasy and reality collide, screaming “Die, monster, die! Die dong dong chiang, die!”.

Yep, Cleffairy will be away for a couple of days to battle those mobs… will she survive? Or will she be beaten to death? Only time will tell… in the meantime, enjoy your holidays, folks. Cleffairy and all her imaginary Over A Cuppa Tea crew wishes you all a happy Chinese New Year.

Cleffairy: Can you hear the silent screams from afar throughout the country? Good Lord, spare those poor unfortunate souls! Amen.

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5…. I bought a few shoes alive…

Shopping to de-stress has never been my forte. I don’t shop to de-stress. I write to de-stress, but as of late, I feel as if I’m so out of place, and logic and practicality does not seems to be a part of me anymore. I feel as if I couldn’t actually get a grip on my life, and I desperately need to do something to feel good again.

My husband commented yesterday that I’ve been buying a lot of shoes late, and I’ve yet to wear any of them. A sentiment that I noted. In January alone I’ve bought 5 pairs of shoes. That’s a world record for me. I’ve been acting out of character, of course. I never had more than one pair of shoes to wear at a time til Jan 2011. Usually, I’ll just wait for the pair that I’ve been wearing all worn out before buying a new one.

But… it seems that lately, I can’t help myself. I bought 2 pairs of high heels that I probably will not wear (I NEVER WEAR HIGH HEELS, PERIOD), 1 pair of Mary Jane’s, 1 pair of sandal and the latest addition to the family, a pair of sneakers.

Total? 5 pairs of shoes. Total damage to the pocket?ร‚ย  RM70.00 for all 5 pairs. Any shopaholic would say that this is quite a steal, but deep down, I feel rather guilty for indulging my impulse buying.

But then again…I don’t quite give a damn right now. After all, it’s been more than 8 years since I last indulge on such pleasure. It’s about time I do this… I guess… at least… it’s not as if I’ve been DRINKING some shits that will intoxicate me or take drugs or do whatever disgustingly illegal things and make a total bimbo of myself in the process.

I guess, that alone justify my craze for shoes… at least… shoes are something re-usable, and if I decided to get rid of those, I could always give them to my mum or my sis as they shared the same shoe size as me. Substance with alcoholic contents on the other hand… is just a one-shot deal. Drinking to de-stress…I think… its just bloody stupid to me.

Cleffairy: When things get out of control…I will attempt to take control of things that I actually can. I’ll chop off a few inch off my hair, buy some black undies, stuff my face with food…and it just so happen that my current craze is buying shoes.

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Montreal Vacation Rentals

Anyone up to a vacation or two to escape the horrid festive season? Actually, I’m up for one…it’s just that I happened to be chained and shackled that there’s no possibility of a vacation for me. ๐Ÿ™ I wish I could go oversea… away from the sheer nonsense and stupidities…away from drunkards and people whom I am not familiar with… I wish I could go to Montreal when I was having a look at this vacation rentals directory. Tsk tsk tsk… if only I’m not in Malaysia… if only I got loads of cash to spare… if only… I could… I would go for montreal vacation rentals and escape reality for a little while.

Geez…. right now… I’m not picky… anywhere but here…would be a form of escapism.

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