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Twitter Down: Over Capacity, Ellie Potvin’s Death

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As of June 24, approximately about 12:20 am GMT+8, Twitter was down. (AGAIN). Reason: Over capacity, and I was cursing like mad. I was terribly upset. Upset to my very core. Why?

It’s not because I am a Twitter addict that I get extremely upset with the crashing downtime. It was because I was observing something very important to me as a mum, and yet, Twitter crashed, all because of you nincompoops out there who are terribly inconsiderate that you used twitter for shitty, bitchy conversations instead of using it as a microblogging platform to spread news and important matters,  causing the Twitter’s server to crash terribly. This pissed me off, as I was in the middle of something important, much more important than your freaking bitchy messages.

Don’t you creeps dare to tell me that twitter is for that sort of use, because in truth, it is not! Fucking fools! Do you seriously think people are interested in your shitting conversation with each other like ” Oh, I need to bathe”, ” My pussy had STD… yeast infection, bla bla bla!” or “Oh, I need to wash my smelly pussy” or even  “I like to fuck with some horny married men, they’re nice to fool around with and it’s nice to see their wife get pissed!”.

Good Lord, there are things known as Internet messengers for such bitchy, slutty conversations, you know? Why can’t you creeps be more considerate to those who are not interested in your public fucking, literally? You no good shits are just cluttering and polluting Twitter.

Do I need to tell you useless nincompoops that there is a function in Twitter known as ‘DM’ that allows you to directly reach the intended recipient instead of letting everyone who is following you know what the fuck you want to convey to your intended ones?

If you motherfuckers and bitches doesn’t know how to use such platform and is IT illiterate, kindly stay away from such thing. You folks are an abomination. Twitter is not for abominations such as yourself who knows nothing about decency.

Your inconsiderate actions are absolutely revolting, and I cannot tolerate such nonsense any longer, not when I know that using Twitter for useless, idle private conversations could actually bring it down.

A few messages is fine, but a few full hours of public conversations? THAT IS INTOLERABLE. Foolish creeps. Don’t you folks actually have a life, conversing on Twitter all the time? I guess you folks don’t. Perhaps born with a silver spoon in your blow-job expert of a mouth!

FUCK YOU! Or you’d prefer to be gang banged? Since you folks are so shameless?

I had enough, and I am going to clear you shits from my Twitter and just leave those who are important to me. No offense, but let’s just say I am not interested in reading your freaking conversations where one thing lead to another.

To me, Twitter is not to be used to converse. It ought to be used as an effective announcement system. You have MSN, Yahoo and God knows what else messenger for your personal conversation. The rest of the world does not need to endure your shitty poops as well as your STD infected dick or pussies!

Call me negative and old fashion. While you shits were busy Tweeting about your freaking daily life or tweeting about how your shits looks like in the toilet bowl before you flush it down, I ought to let you know that while you folks were busy tweeting and conversing with one another and eating up Twitter’s server bandwidth, an 8 year old child had passed on because of cancer.

While you folks were busy telling the entire world how sleepy you are or moody you are and wanting to go back to sleep and whatnot, the parents of the child who passed away were using Twitter to convey messages around about their dying daughter DURING HER FINAL HOUR.

Thanks to you nincompoops, people all around the world could not join in and offer prayers and words of comfort. Geez, thank you very much, bitches and bastards. You folks really made my day.

And in honour of Ellie Shoal Potvin, an 8 years old child who finally passed away after years of suffering Rhabdomyosarcomas on 23rd June 2010, I’m going to clean up my Twitter from you shitty bitches and bastards for good!

RIP, Ellie Shoal Potvin, 31st October 2001- 23rd June 2010

Cleffairy: This is a special message to those who claimed to have illness and whatnot and always complaining endlessly on Twitter: If you people are really suffering from serious illness, Twitter is not the place for you. Go to CARING BRIDGE instead. Caring Bridge helps you stay connected with loved ones during a serious health event, and even help you raise funds for your illness as well. And no, this is not a freaking sponsored post or review. This is plain Cleffairy speaking! GRRR!

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Medical romance and nursing uniforms

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One of my most glorious moment as an author was when I was a mere 16 years old rebellious teenage girl. That was the time where I was supposed to be studying for my public examination and concentrating on my studies. However, being me, instead of studying, I daydream and write instead.

One may wonder…what could a 16 years old write? Isn’t she supposed to be studying or busy having a crush on male specimens her age? Well… I was supposed to be studying and busy having crushes on boys my age back then, but I wasn’t quite the same as everyone else. I was different. Very different, and being different in my dictionary would meant, having completed 34 mini novella in a year. How exactly did I accomplish that?

I daresay it was hormones that flames up my imaginations into a hyperdrive, and being someone who could not stand idle, I penned them down instead of letting them go to waste.

I used be fascinated with the genre Medical Romance. One of my first unpublished novella back then in the year 2000, entitled ‘Saving Heartbeats’ was a Medical Romance filled with handsome doctors with smart looking Lab Coats. They were strong characters with finely chiseled figure whom I constantly portrayed as a pillar of strength to the patients and families whose heart and soul were almost broken as a result of illness or disease that threatens to take their loved ones away from them.

The doctors in my novels are often spirited and passionate about what they do and more often than not, I tend to shape them into a workaholic who neglected many aspects of humanity such as their own family as well as their love life.

But have no fear, the author (reads: Me) is a hopeless romantic. There’s always young female doctors walking around in their Nursing Scrubs during their rounds, ready not to only save their patients’ lives, but also to heal heartbreaks and put those workaholic, almost robotic doctors back into one piece when they finally shatter from exhaustion and sheer sadness for not being able to save every single patients that came to them.

2000 was a very fruitful year, and I would give anything to have endless energy and imagination like I had during that year and write Medical Romance again. But for now, I could only imagine Dr. Alexander Summers and Dr. Victoria Kincaid wearing the uniforms above while saving lives of their patients as well as struggle to deal with their own angst and misery as not only doctors, but as human.


Cleffairy: Writing Medical Romance was very energy consuming, as such genre tend to exhaust you when you’re really into it. I am not talking about intimacy or cheap passion or endless research on illness that’s involved here, but the human aspect of Medical Romance where authors tend to drown in their creation and feels the misery of their characters when they’re at their most vulnerable state-authors had to deal with loss and angst too, you see. Somehow, I’m not sure if I’m really cut for writing Medical Romance right now.

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Could it be worst?

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Those who are in my circle would know by now that I’m currently working on another novel, with the working title ‘Jar of Love’, and the novel in progress is one  the culprit to my lack of sleep as well as lack of intelligent content in my blog.

To give myself a bit more time to work on my novel, I’ve been taking a break from blogging, and instead of writing the way I used to, I’ve been merely dumping my recipes and whatnots into my blog.

And though I feel guilty for doing it, as it’s not my style at all, I have no other choice, because living in my world, 24 hours is not enough for me to use, no matter how organized I am, and no matter how I scheduled up things for myself to follow.

Rest is not quite in my dictionary. In fact, it is rather…unachievable. Let’s just say I’m not blessed enough with a peaceful and a quiet home, and there’s constant noise that made sleep almost impossible. But then, maybe God knows best. You’d find that it’s amazing that you can actually do many things when you don’t really sleep.

Time is a legal robber. It takes many things away from us legally. It robs us of our youth, our beauty, and if we’re not careful, it could take away many more things away from us, including our life. Realizing that, I try to live my life as if there’s no tomorrow.

In my world… there is a possibility that there’s no tomorrow. Because I’ve always believed that death could come to my doorstep anytime. Some people may accuse me of being pessimistic and negative, but I speak the truth.

It’s logical, you see. I may not die because of an illness or any sort of long term suffering. But I could have been rammed by a lorry the next day and I might not be warned of it, or maybe, I suddenly got sick and depressed of life so much and decided to end it by committing suicide and therefore, I work and play like mad today before any of those happen to me tomorrow.

My future is not set in stones. It’s full of uncertainties and it’s unpredictable. My dad once asked me to imagine what, and how I will be like in 10 more years time, and sadly, I could not imagine it anymore and he had duly noted something about me that displeased him the last time I met him a couple of months ago.

He told me that I stopped trying to achieve and feeling good about myself, because the people around me constantly tells me that I’m not good enough, or I’m not up to par to their standards. He told me to stop downgrading myself that way; by listening to those people and he told me to stop trying to please them and for what it’s worth, he would support me, no matter what, for I am his daughter, and always will be.

The fact will always remain that though I’ve left home and hardly see him anymore, he’s just one phone call away whenever I need him. It’s just sad that I have to be reminded of that, no? I’m just so glad that he did told me that and made me see that even though the whole world ever decide to ditch me, he will still be there for me. With those words, my dad gave me a reason to start living for myself again.

What my dad says makes sense, and always have made sense, and thank God I can write. Writing is a part of my work and my life. Writing is a way for me to leave a legacy behind and it makes me feel good about myself. You see, when human finally die, they either leave a name behind and be remembered throughout the history or they’re slowly forgotten as time goes by.

My biggest dream is that I don’t want to be forgotten. It wouldn’t be unacceptable for me that when I die, people would refer me by using the past tense. I want people to speak about my by using the present tense. I want to be a part of the history. I would prefer people to refer me as “She is, and will always be the greatest, and as long as people can read, she would be immortalized.” instead of “She was the greatest”. When I finally expire, I want to leave a legacy behind…at least among people who could read.

When we grow up, we tend to loose direction and ambition because we’re driven by the harsh reality. We forget our dreams, and we no longer have the determination of a child. We live, just to survive, and no longer to achieve what we have set to achieve. We have jobs, instead of a career, and the world is a harder place to be in. I don’t think I want that, and be just an average Jane.

Sometimes, I do wonder, what the hell is stopping me from making the breakthrough? What is stopping me? That, ladies and gentleman a question that I wish I have an answer for myself.


Cleffairy: It is not Death that I fear. It’s living without a reason that I fear. Thank you dad, for giving me wisdom and courage when I needed it. Thank you for being there for me each time I needed someone to guide me along the thorny path. Happy father’s day to you, and all fathers in the world who are always there for their children. Thank you for being there, even when we’ve forgotten that you’ll be there for us.

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Sweet Hut

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Remember my previous blog entry where I blogged about the Father’s Day dinner with my father in law? Well, another reason why I love and adore my father in law  is that he indulge us and make the time that we spent with him really worth spending.I may not grew up with my father in law, but he’s certainly a figure that I look up upon.

*sigh* I’m somewhat a daddy’s girl, aren’t I? I fancy elder males in my family rather than the elder females. I find the elder females in the family hard to deal with especially when they already hit the menopausal age. I could not stand them at all, as they’re very moody, naggy and not to mention they’re somewhat negative in nature, refused to learn and always thinks they’re right. 🙁 I find it very hard to deal with their monstrous mood swing but I can get along just fine with those father figures. (One reason that sometimes I pray to die early so that I won’t be seen and remembered as an unreasonable, inconsiderate menopausal monster. I’m vain. I want to be remembered as a young, sweet thing.)

Anyway, after we treat my father in law whom I fondly called Papa for the steamboat dinner, he coax us to have desserts after taking all the hot stuff earlier on. Everyone was stuffed, but the idea of an extended chit-chatting session with my father in law is rather appealing. So we went to a quieter cafe selling all sort of fancy desserts nearby. The shop is known as Sweet Hut.

Sweet Hut for the sweethearts. 😛

They’re selling various fancy desserts.

My father in law had this; cold, black sesame dessert.

My sister in law had this. Some sort of mango and aloe vera dessert served in coconut jellies.

My brother in law had this, some sort of mixed sago dessert served with sliced, juicy mangoes.

Stepmum had this, Sweet Hut’s aloe vera dessert.

While me… I had this, shared it with my husband. LOL…What’s dessert without some sweet brownie topped with ice cream and some fruits to wash it down with? 😀

The damage for these stuff? About Rm50.00++ It was my father in law’s treat. 😀 Thanks for the treats, Papa.

Cleffairy: LOL. I’m actually pretty easy to please. Feed me with ice creams and sweet stuff, and my heart is all yours.

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Father’s Day Celebration 2010

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My father in law is the kind who enjoys good food and good companions, and he often will find excuse to lure us out to eat. This time, the excuse is father’s day. An early Father’s Day celebration.

What I like about dining with father in law is that dining with him is pressure free. He always emphasize on quality time together and not ‘quantity time’ together. The time we usually spend with him are usually short, but it’s very enjoyable. I can get along with my father in law pretty well, as he’s the civilized kind, and could talk a lot of things with me.

This time, we went for steamboat dinner once again. The restaurant was known as Meat Bone Soup Steamboat owned by my sister in law’s friend. Deciding that we should ‘support’ her friend and extort some discount from her friend, we went there instead of our regular steamboat perch.

Before the meal started…. everyone was busy yakking away with my father in law.

Tea in the tea compressor. You can bring your own tea if you want, and they’ll prepare it for you.

Various dips for the seafoods.

I like this dish the most. Fried soft Japanese taufu with sesame seeds sprinkled on top. Goes very well with those dips, especially the Thai sauce dip.

Various seafood, veggies and meat for the steamboat session.

Extra chicken and veggies.

Two kinds of soup. One is ABC soup, while another is extra spicy Tomyam Soup. Initially we thought the Tomyam Soup is not spicy, but my father in law, my sister in law and I ended up sweating and whining that though the soup is nice, it’s very spicy! LOL. Very nice, but very spicy. It’s more like those Szechuan chillies soup.

It was a nice Father’s day dinner. The damage for 8pax? I don’t know. I just went there to eat and father in law’s kids, aka my brother in law, my sister in law and my husband split the bills to treat my father in law. LOL.


Cleffairy: Quality matters, not quantity.

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Memorable fried potato with soya sauce

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This is yet another quickie and simple dish from me. While it’s a simple dish, it has a very huge meaning to me. Why? I will tell you why.

My husband…. is a lazy ass who will make bloody shits of excuse or even go to war in Iraq if I asked him to cook.

The excuse would be endless. The most common one would be “It’s a waste of time” (He’d rather drives out miles away to eat out) as well as “I don’t know where you put the stuff” (Good grief… the kitchen is Wonderland, issit, dunno where I put the stuff and can get lost inside…tsk tsk tsk…).

Despite of being skinny to a fault. I am like an elephant. I never forget. Especially when people do things for me. I would remember them for the rest of my life, or for as long as God permits me to. (So don’t make me pissed, okay? I will remember the bad things too!)

I can still remember. The last time my husband cooks a meal for himself was many years back. More than 5 years ago. It was Cintan Mushroom Chicken instant noodles. I could remember it clearly because… I was relatively indisposed and he fed me with it. Tasted awful. The instant noodles was very soggy and the eggs was overcooked. I couldn’t even move my body out of the bed back then and he was probably starving to even consider eating out or wait for me to cook for him. (No choice, he had to cook, hahaha… or else, don’t you even  dare to dream on catching him dead in the kitchen. LMAO)

And the last dish that he cooked for me to eat when I was as flaccid as rotten vegetable was fried potato with soya sauce, also more than 5 years ago. I remembered it well, because it tasted rather good, and had me crave for more after that. (Thank God not all his cooking tasted like the awful Cintan!) I didn’t really know how to cook that stuff back then, as my cooking are usually the spicy kind.

It was simple fried potato with soya sauce. I had them with plain rice. Simple, but it really touched my heart and made me love him more, cuz he is an awful cook and like my father, he is the kind who were brought up by their respective mothers to prefer going to war or something rather than cook. It was installed in their mindset that cooking is ‘women’s fucking job’, and I believe there’s no effective way to un-install this shitty program from their brain.

Anyway, it is a comfort to know that he would fight a battle in the kitchen for me, and feed me with some food when I’m relatively indisposed or sick.

My husband can really make nice, fried potatoes with soya sauce. And I felt like eating it again a a couple of days ago.

I wasn’t sick or anything the other day though, and so, instead of waiting for miracle to happen again *cough*, I took out the necessary ingredients to cook fried potatoes with soya sauce, and share it with him. My recipe is an improvised version, though. Here’s how I ‘abridged’ my husband’s original fried potato with soya sauce.

Ingredients:

5 medium sized potatoes, sliced

3 tablespoon of oyster sauce

5 tablespoon of light soya sauce

1 teaspoon of chopped garlic

Some cooking oil

Half cup of water

Salt and pepper to taste

Here’s how you do it:

Clean the potatoes, get rid of the skin, and cut the potatoes like in the picture above, and fry them til golden brown. Take them out and put aside.

Pour away the oil til and leave some inside the wok to sauté with the chopped garlic.

Add in the oyster sauce, soya sauce and water. Stir. And let the sauce sizzle and thickens. Before adding the fried potatoes. Make sure the sauce coat the potatoes evenly. Add a bit of salt and pepper to taste in you prefer.

Take out from the wok before the potatoes turned mushy, and serve hot with plain rice.

NOTE: If you prefer the fried potatoes with soya sauce to be sweet, add in half a teaspoon of honey into it. It’ll do the trick, and your children will be asking for more.

Cleffairy: The most recent time where my husband actually made something for himself in the kitchen was mid April 2010, and it was Nescafe instant mix. (Cuz I was tired and was sleeping away my fatigue) Will update you folks if he ever cook again, and let you buy lotto with the date. And if you get lucky, please remember to treat me something nice to eat! LOL.

ps: Obviously don’t give a damn about all the shitty cholesterol. It’s my problem if I wanted to go inside my grave early, ok?

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Adenophora Liu Wei Soup

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I couldn’t take it anymore. My husband have been complaining of backache and lack of energy and appetite. 🙁 I guess age is catching up on him? I don’t know, but for what it’s worth, my husband is not even 30 years old yet. To me, he’s still young. LOL!

Anyway, I took pity on the poor thing. He must be feeling tired from work and whatnot. And so I decided cook Adenophora Liu Wei Soup that my big sister gave me the last time we met.

She said the soup is suppose to rejuvenate the body. It’s also good for kidneys, back pain and improving one’s appetite. I don’t know how true is, but this is how the soup looks like after 2 hours of boiling.

Is it supposed to look like that?

Beats me, I have no idea if it’s supposed to look like that after 2 hours of boiling. I just dump everything into a whole pot of boiling water. You know, chicken pieces+ the herbs+ some salt to taste.

This is my first attempt in cooking Chinese herbal soup, and I think, it would be fortunate enough if nobody died out of food poisoning after drinking this soup.

Anyway, a big thank you to big sis for giving me this herbal soup mix. Hopefully it will benefit my husband. 😀


Cleffairy: Cream chicken and mushroom soup with garlic bread, anyone? LOL!

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Cleffairy’s Simple Mee Jawa

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I couldn’t help myself when I saw STP’s post on mee jawa the other day, and it sent me down the memory lane, to the time where my late grandma was still alive. Being a nyonya, she was very particular when it comes to food.

She spent most of her time in the kitchen to feed the family. Her day began as early as 6am and ended usually after 10pm. Typical meals in her house would be breakfast, lunch, hi-tea and supper.

On Saturday or Sunday, when her children and grandchildren visit, she would often prepare Mee Jawa for lunch. It’s one of her specialty, and the recipe was passed down to my mum, and later on, to me and all her granddaughters whom she considered old enough to cook;usually, at the age of 7. There were no written recipes though. All of us had to memorize the recipe and the steps by heart.

I was craving Mee Jawa the other day, and so I decided to cook some for my family, but I don’t think it did justice to my grandmother’s recipe, cuz I… *ahem* simplified it.

Ingredients:

1 packet of yellow noodles/spaghetti

200gm shrimps cleaned, de-shelled and grinded

500gm chicken bones

5 shallots, sliced thinly

3 garlic, sliced thinly

5 tablespoon of tomato sauce

3 tablespoon of chilli paste

Some bean-sprout (optional)

Fried beancurd

Vegetable fritters ( you can fry em yourself or get them from your nearest mamak stall)

1 Boiled egg

1 potato boiled/fried

So here’s how I modified my late grandma’s recipe.

Make the soup stock by boiling together the chicken bone and the shrimp. And heat up the oil in the wok. Sauté the shallots and garlic til fragrant. Add in the chilli paste and tomato sauce and let it sizzle for a while before adding the soup stock. Stir, and add in the yellow noodles/spaghetti. Simmer for 5 minutes and  garnish with the sliced fried beancurd and sliced boiled potatoes. Add in some bean sprout if you wish, but that is optional. I just used a bit of it in my recipe cuz I can’t take beansprouts.

Note: Add in some vegetable fritters/fried keropok if you happen to have them.

Yield: 3 servings

Preparation time: 30 mins


Cleffairy: Having a trip down the memory lane makes me hungry!

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Putu piring

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I don’t know what you call these in English, but this stuff is locally known as Putu Piring a sweet, Indian delicacy that’s made from flour, shaved coconuts as well as brown sugar/gula Melaka.

My late grandmother used to buy putu piring for us grandchildren to enjoy as snacks during teatime. Living and growing up during the Colonial times, my grandparents and my parents has adopted the British hi-tea culture, and tea time is a must in our family. Usually at 4pm and it’s one of the most enjoyable time during the day for us children, as it means not only foods, but a lot of sweet and savoury desserts in one sitting.

Small, triangle sandwiches will be served without fail during tea time. The most common filling would be sardines in tomato sauce with sliced onions or just plain cheese with bread. Toasts, butter and jams is a norm too.

The real treats during our tea time are usually the local or home made snacks. My late grandmother was a nyonya (Strait born Chinese), and she often made a lot of nyonya kuih for us. Among them are lepats, pulut udang, pulut inti, kuih lapis and many more.

But sometimes, she would take a break from cooking, and buy those treats for us to eat during tea time instead. One of the most common treats that she would buy for us was Putu Piring. I could still remember that sometimes, my late grandmother would wait at the verandah of the kampung house for an Indian man who rides his bicycle to come.

If my memory serves me right, the man’s name was Nathan. He was in his 40s when I was 9 years old, and he rides his rickety old bicycle with bells on it to sell freshly made Putu Piring and Putu Mayams.

I’m 25 years old now. My grandmother has passed away, and the good old uncle Nathan no longer sells Putu Piring and Putu Mayam that his wife made for a living. But I still crave for such delicacies, and so, when I was walking in the shopping mall nearby my house the other day, I knew I had to buy it and satisfy my cravings.

It’s been quite some time since I had Putu Piring. Almost 9 years. I stopped eating them because my grandmother was no longer there to buy them for me and putu piring simply lost it’s appeal since my grandmother pass away, cuz it reminds me of my late grandmother, and it’ll make me miss her.

I couldn’t help it though when I saw a booth selling Putu Pirings the other day…

The putu pirings being prepared.

Putu pirings being steamed in the special utensil meant only for putu pirings.

The putu pirings cost me RM4 for 6 pieces. Quite expensive, considering how small it was. And did I like it? Well, let’s just say I prefer those that the good old uncle Nathan used to sell. The one I bought was not sweet enough, and lack of shaved coconuts.


Cleffairy: Is there any particular food that will send you down the memory lane?

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Bedroom furniture

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Sleeping is a pleasure. Making love is a pleasure. And as an author, I often describe bedrooms and bedrooms furniture in the house or mansion of my protagonists with pleasure and extensive details so that my readers would be able to imagine how the bedrooms and the bedrooms furniture in the story looks like.

They’re often romantic and suits the character’s personality. They’re often sky blue, white, a contrast of black and white, or even glaring red, but never pink. Pink is too girlish for the strong characters in my books.

In Royal Masquerade, my most recent romantic- fantasy novel, the main characters, would spend their time in the bedroom every now and then. Fights, quarrels, making up were the scenes that’s usually played in the bedroom.

The characters too, would often have breakfast in bed, surrounded with luxurious bedroom furniture, but of course, they don’t dine in their bedroom day in, day out. That would sound lame and overdoing the romance between them.

Breakfasts, lunch and dinners were commonly done in the dining hall of their Mansion, the Darklord Mansion. I didn’t put much emphasize in the dining room furniture, though. As the dining room furniture serves it’s purpose where various monster fights ensues, and at some point of the story, dining room furnitures  were destroyed beyond words. Yes, it is safe to imagine that in Royal Masquerade, there are falling chandeliers as well as rampaging serpents in the dinning room, but I can assure you that there would be only romance and heated arguments in the bedroom scenes.


Cleffairy: Dreams are not only for sleeping.

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