When I couldn’t sleep…

It’s been months…months since I had recurring nightmares. It faded for a while, but the peacefulness of the night sleep that I’ve been getting for a week or two did not last, and I keep getting nightmares again, and this explains why I’m awake at 3:53am Malaysian time, sitting in front of the PC, trying to forget the vivid dreams that’s been visiting me. It’s the same old dreams, and though it is not that scary anymore, it still disturbs me greatly.

It seems that the ‘Evil One’ refused to let me have peace, even when I’m asleep. I am not quite sure why I’ve been getting those horrid nightmares over and over again. It seems that ‘someone’ is trying to send me a message and is unhappy when I am at peace with myself and feeling contented.

But God is with me…I have faith that he will protect me from the ‘Evil One’. These days, when I woke up, feeling agitated because of those dreams where my loved ones betrayed me, I prayed, and prayed hard, though it did not help me to sleep, but it helped to calm me and made me see, that those horrid nightmares actually had a theme, which is ‘it’ wants me to give up what I have now instead of persevere.

Well, though the whole world might be against me, He will always be with me, and that will remain unchanged until the end of time. Am I not blessed… to be able to realize His eternal love for me when I am still young? Things could be worst, and I could have ended up like those people who decided to shut Him out of their life.

Ladies and gentlemen, you may not understand my ramblings, but it is all right. I am here not to ramble much. I am here just to share a little something… something for you to ponder on.

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I asked God to take away my bad habits.

God said, No.

It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

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I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.

God said, No. His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

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I asked God to grant me patience.

God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;it isn’t granted, it is learned.

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I asked God to give me happiness.

God said, No. I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

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I asked God to spare me pain.

God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

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I asked God to make my spirit grow.

God said, No. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

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I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.

God said, No. I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

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I finally understood, that when God says no to me each time I asked Him something, it is not because He doesn’t care for me, but it is because he is smarter, and definitely knows better. After all, I am just human, and God works in mysterious ways.

I have learned how to be more at peace with myself, and my journey is still very long. While some pray for my safety and happiness, there are some others who wants me out of the picture, and tries very hard to ruin my happiness. I am completely aware of that, and I want to say here that I know about all of your evil intentions, for you couldn’t be more obvious. It doesn’t matter what you do, I no longer fear you, for God is with me, and I’ll have you know that I have a hurricane in me that will destroy you if you dare to harm what I’ve fought so hard to protect.

One could work with the demons and sell their soul to the devil just because they want others to suffer, but by the end of the day, God will give me justice, and he shall protect me, in his own ways.


Cleffairy: God is my strength, my eternal guiding light. He stands with in the sunshine, and calms me through the stormy nights.

The Lord is my strength,
My eternal guiding light.
He stands with me in the sunshine,
Calms me through the stormy nights.
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It was 100° celcius hot…

Pete thought I went MIA because I was busy doing stuff on the bed, looking for G-spot. LOL… unfortunately, that was not the case for me. I was busy, yes, but not on the bed, but outdoors, meeting people whom I am fond of and people who loves me,people who are important to me,people whom knew me not as Cleffairy, but the girl who had dreams, and a hell of a daredevil.

I was busy. Busy being me. It’s been a very long time since I am ‘Me’. This is the next best thing a lady could have besides spending her time in bed, discovering how to bring her pleasure to the next level and screaming her head like some possessed madwoman.

Yes, people… Cleffairy does go out and meet people, though not as often as those classy hussy of socialite. *roll eyes* I do have a life though some of you thought otherwise. And yes, I do step out into the sun when I feel like it. Yes, it is safe to conclude, that Cleffairy is just elusive, and not a bloodsucking vampire, though she looks like one, according to smallkucing. LOL.

It’s been a busy week for me, and I haven’t had the chance to go around blog- hopping and leaving my thoughts in everyone’s blog, and for that, I extend my sincerest apologies, and I pray that everyone is doing well and surrounded by harmony and happiness.

Mother Nature seems to be showing her fierce streak these days, reprimanding her human brats not to mess with her or she’ll burn us all the way to hell with global Warming, and no matter where I go, I will feel like being under the weather. the heat is almost too much for me to handle, but apparently, it doesn’t stop me from going outdoors, or even put the heat on my table.

It was 28th February 2010 when my other dad; my FIL decided to put the ‘heat’ onto the table for the closing Chinese New Year Dinner. Honestly, I’ve been really looking forward to the closing dinner on Chinese Valentine’s or better known as Chap Goh Mei, because truthfully, I am rather fond of my FIL.

Having meals with him had always been a pleasure, because he made it a happy occasion by letting us children eat whatever we like, and apart for that he make great conversation instead of finding faults in everyone who is seated at the table during meatime, and I usually enjoy his companionship.

Anyway, it’s never the food. It’s great company that counts. πŸ˜› I could sit in a mamak stall with my FIL and have just iced tea and roti canai, and I’ll still enjoy the meal immensely.

I like the fact that my FIL always emphasize quality over quantity. I may not get to spend much time with him, but the time that we usually spent together are usually quality time, and he always gives me the feel good feeling each time we meet for lunch, dinner and whatnot.

In many ways, he is another father to me, and I didn’t like the fact that many misunderstood him and judged him for the things that he did. He may not be the perfect human being to everyone else, but he is someone whom I respect, because he earned my respect without demanding for it, unlike many others in my life.

I never did respect him just because he’s an elder. Never because of that. I respect him because I chose to, and I want to. Not because I was asked or forced to respect him. I admire his courage and wisdom to not only take chances in life, but also for his bravery to admit that he is not always right as well, and tries his hardest to make amendments for his mistakes, even though it was beyond repair.

People may have shunned him and judge him, but I think, he did the right thing at some point in his life. FIL made me see, that everyone is just human. They are entitled to make mistakes, and nobody should judge others for what they did, and for what it’s worth, what differs us human and animals is that we can use our brain to think to live in harmony with each other. Those who cannot do that…who constantly tries to make others uncomfortable by trying to create tension and uneasiness on purpose just because they dislike others, is no better than animals.

Anyway, enough rantings and ramblings. As I said earlier…though the weather is scorching and sizzling hot, it does not stop me from going out and facing heat on the table.

The heat that I meant was the heat that came from steamboat pots. LOL… My FIL brought us, the brats to a steamboat restaurant known as 100°C Steamboat restaurant, located in Jalan Kuchai Lama, Kuala Lumpur.


The ambiance was good. Japanese style, and fully air-conditioned, and one could have their steamboats with personal pots. Good for those who are tired of fighting over what soup they should order when eating steamboat in restaurants. One need not fight over what kind of soup they should be having in this steamboat restaurant, cuz they have personal pots for each customers.


They also have wide selections of sauce to go with your steamboat, so you won’t have to just eat your fishballs, veggies and whatnot with just the usual chilli sauce. Yes, people, the picture above is those sauce I mentioned. All you can eat. LOL…


For starters, FIL ordered the auspicious Yee Sang. Everything was fresh and crunchy, and the salmon fish buried inside was something to die for. It was sweet and fresh. And the pomelo pulps inside of it made me crave for more.


I ate my portion, and somehow wished that there’s more. I not only had fun tossing the yee sang together with my FIL, my BIL, SIL and Auntie, but I also had fun making auspicious wishes together with them. This ‘closing reunion dinner’ was fun and gives me the feel good feeling, and it is so damn different from the so-called reunion dinner that I had during the Chinese New Year’s Eve itself. Well, different company, different kind of feelings, I guess. I certainly like this one better than the one during Chinese New Year’s Eve, that’s for sure.

I ordered my favourite soft drink to go with the food…Hahaha…. yes, we’re always allowed to order our own drinks when we go out with FIL. Isn’t that great? We’re allowed to make our own choices because FIL treated us like adults who are perfectly capable of making our own decisions. LOL…okay, that’s a bit exaggerating, though… but I like the fact that FIL allowed us to choose our own food and drinks instead of making decisions for us. He spoiled us rotten…and we’re allowed to take those unhealthy stuff to our heart’s content.

I made excellent choice with the coke, as I chose tomyam as my soup, and boy, it was so damn spicy, just the way I like my tomyam soup to be.

My portion of steamboat ‘liews’. I just ordered the small set, consisting of various fishballs and chicken slices, cuz I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to finish off those bigger ones.


I forgot to snap most of the food pictures as I was too busy enjoying the food and having a good chat with my FIL and SIL…but I can assure you that the food was as great as the company. πŸ˜€ I’m particularly fond of the chicken slice… I’m not quite sure what they used to marinade the chicken, as it was so sweet and succulent. There’s hints of pepper and sugar, and I’m not quite sure what else. All I know is that it was yummy, and therefore, they deserved a place in my tummy.

Apart from the little mishap caused by the waiter earlier on while delivering our drinks, everything else was perfect and pleasant. My younger SIL was unhappy with this little incident, and rightly so, as the spill drinks dirtied her handbag. I would have been upset if I’m in her shoes, but everyone was in a happy mood, so I guess the  apologies and the discount given as compensation chilled my SIL’s temper, and our lunch was not ruined after all.

Under normal circumstances, I would have gone berserk and inform them that I will be writing about the incident, and they should be more careful in the future, but then again, as I said… I was really in a good mood, and I couldn’t feel angry and therefore, did not lash out at the poor waiter who probably will be reprimanded by his superior. LOL… very rare or me not to flare my temper, right? Well… good company does that to me, I suppose. I am only cranky and bitchy when I am not happy and had nasty people for company. The rest of the time…I’m as serene as the calm sea. (Yes, do not provoke me, that’s the keyword! I have a hurricane in me, calm as I looked like.)

Before we left…I snapped a few more pictures in the restaurant, seeing how at ease everyone was. My BIL took out his phone to snap some pictures too, and my sporting FIL gave a few good pose when I was in action too. πŸ˜›


I don’t know what this signboard says…as I couldn’t read Chinese characters…but I’m guessing it’s a wishing well? I don’t know. Please read it for me and let me know what it says….


There was a nine dragon fountain underneath the signboard…I guess it’s a wishing fountain… as people threw coins inside to make wishes.

There’s another one underneath the signboard too… a single golden dragon guarding the man made pond. I am impressed… dragons guarding water. I suppose in feng shui, this decoration means the dragons is guarding the incoming money. πŸ˜›

For those who are interested in checking out this restaurant, here’s the address:

No. 3 & 5, Ground Floor, Dynasti Central, Jalan Kuchai Maju 18,
Off Jalan Kuchai Lama,
58200 Kuala Lumpur

Tel: 03-79800899

This small gathering with FIL is one of the reason why I went MIA… I’ve been outdoors throughout the week. As much as I enjoyed good companionship and good food, I’m hoping to get back to my routine as soon as possible. πŸ˜› Sometimes, being too blissfully happy makes me tired too. I need constant challenge to keep me motivated, and I bet March is full of challenges. πŸ˜€

Cleffairy: Some people makes others happy where ever they go, while some others makes people happy when they go.


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It was 100Β° celcius hot…

Pete thought I went MIA because I was busy doing stuff on the bed, looking for G-spot. LOL… unfortunately, that was not the case for me. I was busy, yes, but not on the bed, but outdoors, meeting people whom I am fond of and people who loves me,people who are important to me,people whom knew me not as Cleffairy, but the girl who had dreams, and a hell of a daredevil.

I was busy. Busy being me. It’s been a very long time since I am ‘Me’. This is the next best thing a lady could have besides spending her time in bed, discovering how to bring her pleasure to the next level and screaming her head like some possessed madwoman.

Yes, people… Cleffairy does go out and meet people, though not as often as those classy hussy of socialite. *roll eyes* I do have a life though some of you thought otherwise. And yes, I do step out into the sun when I feel like it. Yes, it is safe to conclude, that Cleffairy is just elusive, and not a bloodsucking vampire, though she looks like one, according to smallkucing. LOL.

It’s been a busy week for me, and I haven’t had the chance to go around blog- hopping and leaving my thoughts in everyone’s blog, and for that, I extend my sincerest apologies, and I pray that everyone is doing well and surrounded by harmony and happiness.

Mother Nature seems to be showing her fierce streak these days, reprimanding her human brats not to mess with her or she’ll burn us all the way to hell with global Warming, and no matter where I go, I will feel like being under the weather. the heat is almost too much for me to handle, but apparently, it doesn’t stop me from going outdoors, or even put the heat on my table.

It was 28th February 2010 when my other dad; my FIL decided to put the ‘heat’ onto the table for the closing Chinese New Year Dinner. Honestly, I’ve been really looking forward to the closing dinner on Chinese Valentine’s or better known as Chap Goh Mei, because truthfully, I am rather fond of my FIL.

Having meals with him had always been a pleasure, because he made it a happy occasion by letting us children eat whatever we like, and apart for that he make great conversation instead of finding faults in everyone who is seated at the table during meatime, and I usually enjoy his companionship.

Anyway, it’s never the food. It’s great company that counts. πŸ˜› I could sit in a mamak stall with my FIL and have just iced tea and roti canai, and I’ll still enjoy the meal immensely.

I like the fact that my FIL always emphasize quality over quantity. I may not get to spend much time with him, but the time that we usually spent together are usually quality time, and he always gives me the feel good feeling each time we meet for lunch, dinner and whatnot.

In many ways, he is another father to me, and I didn’t like the fact that many misunderstood him and judged him for the things that he did. He may not be the perfect human being to everyone else, but he is someone whom I respect, because he earned my respect without demanding for it, unlike many others in my life.

I never did respect him just because he’s an elder. Never because of that. I respect him because I chose to, and I want to. Not because I was asked or forced to respect him. I admire his courage and wisdom to not only take chances in life, but also for his bravery to admit that he is not always right as well, and tries his hardest to make amendments for his mistakes, even though it was beyond repair.

People may have shunned him and judge him, but I think, he did the right thing at some point in his life. FIL made me see, that everyone is just human. They are entitled to make mistakes, and nobody should judge others for what they did, and for what it’s worth, what differs us human and animals is that we can use our brain to think to live in harmony with each other. Those who cannot do that…who constantly tries to make others uncomfortable by trying to create tension and uneasiness on purpose just because they dislike others, is no better than animals.

Anyway, enough rantings and ramblings. As I said earlier…though the weather is scorching and sizzling hot, it does not stop me from going out and facing heat on the table.

The heat that I meant was the heat that came from steamboat pots. LOL… My FIL brought us, the brats to a steamboat restaurant known as 100Β°C Steamboat restaurant, located in Jalan Kuchai Lama, Kuala Lumpur.


The ambiance was good. Japanese style, and fully air-conditioned, and one could have their steamboats with personal pots. Good for those who are tired of fighting over what soup they should order when eating steamboat in restaurants. One need not fight over what kind of soup they should be having in this steamboat restaurant, cuz they have personal pots for each customers.


They also have wide selections of sauce to go with your steamboat, so you won’t have to just eat your fishballs, veggies and whatnot with just the usual chilli sauce. Yes, people, the picture above is those sauce I mentioned. All you can eat. LOL…


For starters, FIL ordered the auspicious Yee Sang. Everything was fresh and crunchy, and the salmon fish buried inside was something to die for. It was sweet and fresh. And the pomelo pulps inside of it made me crave for more.


I ate my portion, and somehow wished that there’s more. I not only had fun tossing the yee sang together with my FIL, my BIL, SIL and Auntie, but I also had fun making auspicious wishes together with them. This ‘closing reunion dinner’ was fun and gives me the feel good feeling, and it is so damn different from the so-called reunion dinner that I had during the Chinese New Year’s Eve itself. Well, different company, different kind of feelings, I guess. I certainly like this one better than the one during Chinese New Year’s Eve, that’s for sure.

I ordered my favourite soft drink to go with the food…Hahaha…. yes, we’re always allowed to order our own drinks when we go out with FIL. Isn’t that great? We’re allowed to make our own choices because FIL treated us like adults who are perfectly capable of making our own decisions. LOL…okay, that’s a bit exaggerating, though… but I like the fact that FIL allowed us to choose our own food and drinks instead of making decisions for us. He spoiled us rotten…and we’re allowed to take those unhealthy stuff to our heart’s content.

I made excellent choice with the coke, as I chose tomyam as my soup, and boy, it was so damn spicy, just the way I like my tomyam soup to be.

My portion of steamboat ‘liews’. I just ordered the small set, consisting of various fishballs and chicken slices, cuz I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to finish off those bigger ones.


I forgot to snap most of the food pictures as I was too busy enjoying the food and having a good chat with my FIL and SIL…but I can assure you that the food was as great as the company. πŸ˜€ I’m particularly fond of the chicken slice… I’m not quite sure what they used to marinade the chicken, as it was so sweet and succulent. There’s hints of pepper and sugar, and I’m not quite sure what else. All I know is that it was yummy, and therefore, they deserved a place in my tummy.

Apart from the little mishap caused by the waiter earlier on while delivering our drinks, everything else was perfect and pleasant. My younger SIL was unhappy with this little incident, and rightly so, as the spill drinks dirtied her handbag. I would have been upset if I’m in her shoes, but everyone was in a happy mood, so I guess theΒ  apologies and the discount given as compensation chilled my SIL’s temper, and our lunch was not ruined after all.

Under normal circumstances, I would have gone berserk and inform them that I will be writing about the incident, and they should be more careful in the future, but then again, as I said… I was really in a good mood, and I couldn’t feel angry and therefore, did not lash out at the poor waiter who probably will be reprimanded by his superior. LOL… very rare or me not to flare my temper, right? Well… good company does that to me, I suppose. I am only cranky and bitchy when I am not happy and had nasty people for company. The rest of the time…I’m as serene as the calm sea. (Yes, do not provoke me, that’s the keyword! I have a hurricane in me, calm as I looked like.)

Before we left…I snapped a few more pictures in the restaurant, seeing how at ease everyone was. My BIL took out his phone to snap some pictures too, and my sporting FIL gave a few good pose when I was in action too. πŸ˜›


I don’t know what this signboard says…as I couldn’t read Chinese characters…but I’m guessing it’s a wishing well? I don’t know. Please read it for me and let me know what it says….


There was a nine dragon fountain underneath the signboard…I guess it’s a wishing fountain… as people threw coins inside to make wishes.

There’s another one underneath the signboard too… a single golden dragon guarding the man made pond. I am impressed… dragons guarding water. I suppose in feng shui, this decoration means the dragons is guarding the incoming money. πŸ˜›

For those who are interested in checking out this restaurant, here’s the address:

No. 3 & 5, Ground Floor, Dynasti Central, Jalan Kuchai Maju 18,
Off Jalan Kuchai Lama,
58200 Kuala Lumpur

Tel: 03-79800899

This small gathering with FIL is one of the reason why I went MIA… I’ve been outdoors throughout the week. As much as I enjoyed good companionship and good food, I’m hoping to get back to my routine as soon as possible. πŸ˜› Sometimes, being too blissfully happy makes me tired too. I need constant challenge to keep me motivated, and I bet March is full of challenges. πŸ˜€

Cleffairy: Some people makes others happy where ever they go, while some others makes people happy when they go.


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It was 100Β° celcius hot…

Pete thought I went MIA because I was busy doing stuff on the bed, looking for G-spot. LOL… unfortunately, that was not the case for me. I was busy, yes, but not on the bed, but outdoors, meeting people whom I am fond of and people who loves me,people who are important to me,people whom knew me not as Cleffairy, but the girl who had dreams, and a hell of a daredevil.

I was busy. Busy being me. It’s been a very long time since I am ‘Me’. This is the next best thing a lady could have besides spending her time in bed, discovering how to bring her pleasure to the next level and screaming her head like some possessed madwoman.

Yes, people… Cleffairy does go out and meet people, though not as often as those classy hussy of socialite. *roll eyes* I do have a life though some of you thought otherwise. And yes, I do step out into the sun when I feel like it. Yes, it is safe to conclude, that Cleffairy is just elusive, and not a bloodsucking vampire, though she looks like one, according to smallkucing. LOL.

It’s been a busy week for me, and I haven’t had the chance to go around blog- hopping and leaving my thoughts in everyone’s blog, and for that, I extend my sincerest apologies, and I pray that everyone is doing well and surrounded by harmony and happiness.

Mother Nature seems to be showing her fierce streak these days, reprimanding her human brats not to mess with her or she’ll burn us all the way to hell with global Warming, and no matter where I go, I will feel like being under the weather. the heat is almost too much for me to handle, but apparently, it doesn’t stop me from going outdoors, or even put the heat on my table.

It was 28th February 2010 when my other dad; my FIL decided to put the ‘heat’ onto the table for the closing Chinese New Year Dinner. Honestly, I’ve been really looking forward to the closing dinner on Chinese Valentine’s or better known as Chap Goh Mei, because truthfully, I am rather fond of my FIL.

Having meals with him had always been a pleasure, because he made it a happy occasion by letting us children eat whatever we like, and apart for that he make great conversation instead of finding faults in everyone who is seated at the table during meatime, and I usually enjoy his companionship.

Anyway, it’s never the food. It’s great company that counts. πŸ˜› I could sit in a mamak stall with my FIL and have just iced tea and roti canai, and I’ll still enjoy the meal immensely.

I like the fact that my FIL always emphasize quality over quantity. I may not get to spend much time with him, but the time that we usually spent together are usually quality time, and he always gives me the feel good feeling each time we meet for lunch, dinner and whatnot.

In many ways, he is another father to me, and I didn’t like the fact that many misunderstood him and judged him for the things that he did. He may not be the perfect human being to everyone else, but he is someone whom I respect, because he earned my respect without demanding for it, unlike many others in my life.

I never did respect him just because he’s an elder. Never because of that. I respect him because I chose to, and I want to. Not because I was asked or forced to respect him. I admire his courage and wisdom to not only take chances in life, but also for his bravery to admit that he is not always right as well, and tries his hardest to make amendments for his mistakes, even though it was beyond repair.

People may have shunned him and judge him, but I think, he did the right thing at some point in his life. FIL made me see, that everyone is just human. They are entitled to make mistakes, and nobody should judge others for what they did, and for what it’s worth, what differs us human and animals is that we can use our brain to think to live in harmony with each other. Those who cannot do that…who constantly tries to make others uncomfortable by trying to create tension and uneasiness on purpose just because they dislike others, is no better than animals.

Anyway, enough rantings and ramblings. As I said earlier…though the weather is scorching and sizzling hot, it does not stop me from going out and facing heat on the table.

The heat that I meant was the heat that came from steamboat pots. LOL… My FIL brought us, the brats to a steamboat restaurant known as 100Β°C Steamboat restaurant, located in Jalan Kuchai Lama, Kuala Lumpur.


The ambiance was good. Japanese style, and fully air-conditioned, and one could have their steamboats with personal pots. Good for those who are tired of fighting over what soup they should order when eating steamboat in restaurants. One need not fight over what kind of soup they should be having in this steamboat restaurant, cuz they have personal pots for each customers.


They also have wide selections of sauce to go with your steamboat, so you won’t have to just eat your fishballs, veggies and whatnot with just the usual chilli sauce. Yes, people, the picture above is those sauce I mentioned. All you can eat. LOL…


For starters, FIL ordered the auspicious Yee Sang. Everything was fresh and crunchy, and the salmon fish buried inside was something to die for. It was sweet and fresh. And the pomelo pulps inside of it made me crave for more.


I ate my portion, and somehow wished that there’s more. I not only had fun tossing the yee sang together with my FIL, my BIL, SIL and Auntie, but I also had fun making auspicious wishes together with them. This ‘closing reunion dinner’ was fun and gives me the feel good feeling, and it is so damn different from the so-called reunion dinner that I had during the Chinese New Year’s Eve itself. Well, different company, different kind of feelings, I guess. I certainly like this one better than the one during Chinese New Year’s Eve, that’s for sure.

I ordered my favourite soft drink to go with the food…Hahaha…. yes, we’re always allowed to order our own drinks when we go out with FIL. Isn’t that great? We’re allowed to make our own choices because FIL treated us like adults who are perfectly capable of making our own decisions. LOL…okay, that’s a bit exaggerating, though… but I like the fact that FIL allowed us to choose our own food and drinks instead of making decisions for us. He spoiled us rotten…and we’re allowed to take those unhealthy stuff to our heart’s content.

I made excellent choice with the coke, as I chose tomyam as my soup, and boy, it was so damn spicy, just the way I like my tomyam soup to be.

My portion of steamboat ‘liews’. I just ordered the small set, consisting of various fishballs and chicken slices, cuz I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to finish off those bigger ones.


I forgot to snap most of the food pictures as I was too busy enjoying the food and having a good chat with my FIL and SIL…but I can assure you that the food was as great as the company. πŸ˜€ I’m particularly fond of the chicken slice… I’m not quite sure what they used to marinade the chicken, as it was so sweet and succulent. There’s hints of pepper and sugar, and I’m not quite sure what else. All I know is that it was yummy, and therefore, they deserved a place in my tummy.

Apart from the little mishap caused by the waiter earlier on while delivering our drinks, everything else was perfect and pleasant. My younger SIL was unhappy with this little incident, and rightly so, as the spill drinks dirtied her handbag. I would have been upset if I’m in her shoes, but everyone was in a happy mood, so I guess theΒ  apologies and the discount given as compensation chilled my SIL’s temper, and our lunch was not ruined after all.

Under normal circumstances, I would have gone berserk and inform them that I will be writing about the incident, and they should be more careful in the future, but then again, as I said… I was really in a good mood, and I couldn’t feel angry and therefore, did not lash out at the poor waiter who probably will be reprimanded by his superior. LOL… very rare or me not to flare my temper, right? Well… good company does that to me, I suppose. I am only cranky and bitchy when I am not happy and had nasty people for company. The rest of the time…I’m as serene as the calm sea. (Yes, do not provoke me, that’s the keyword! I have a hurricane in me, calm as I looked like.)

Before we left…I snapped a few more pictures in the restaurant, seeing how at ease everyone was. My BIL took out his phone to snap some pictures too, and my sporting FIL gave a few good pose when I was in action too. πŸ˜›


I don’t know what this signboard says…as I couldn’t read Chinese characters…but I’m guessing it’s a wishing well? I don’t know. Please read it for me and let me know what it says….


There was a nine dragon fountain underneath the signboard…I guess it’s a wishing fountain… as people threw coins inside to make wishes.

There’s another one underneath the signboard too… a single golden dragon guarding the man made pond. I am impressed… dragons guarding water. I suppose in feng shui, this decoration means the dragons is guarding the incoming money. πŸ˜›

For those who are interested in checking out this restaurant, here’s the address:

No. 3 & 5, Ground Floor, Dynasti Central, Jalan Kuchai Maju 18,
Off Jalan Kuchai Lama,
58200 Kuala Lumpur

Tel: 03-79800899

This small gathering with FIL is one of the reason why I went MIA… I’ve been outdoors throughout the week. As much as I enjoyed good companionship and good food, I’m hoping to get back to my routine as soon as possible. πŸ˜› Sometimes, being too blissfully happy makes me tired too. I need constant challenge to keep me motivated, and I bet March is full of challenges. πŸ˜€

Cleffairy: Some people makes others happy where ever they go, while some others makes people happy when they go.


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It was 100Β° celcius hot…

Pete thought I went MIA because I was busy doing stuff on the bed, looking for G-spot. LOL… unfortunately, that was not the case for me. I was busy, yes, but not on the bed, but outdoors, meeting people whom I am fond of and people who loves me,people who are important to me,people whom knew me not as Cleffairy, but the girl who had dreams, and a hell of a daredevil.

I was busy. Busy being me. It’s been a very long time since I am ‘Me’. This is the next best thing a lady could have besides spending her time in bed, discovering how to bring her pleasure to the next level and screaming her head like some possessed madwoman.

Yes, people… Cleffairy does go out and meet people, though not as often as those classy hussy of socialite. *roll eyes* I do have a life though some of you thought otherwise. And yes, I do step out into the sun when I feel like it. Yes, it is safe to conclude, that Cleffairy is just elusive, and not a bloodsucking vampire, though she looks like one, according to smallkucing. LOL.

It’s been a busy week for me, and I haven’t had the chance to go around blog- hopping and leaving my thoughts in everyone’s blog, and for that, I extend my sincerest apologies, and I pray that everyone is doing well and surrounded by harmony and happiness.

Mother Nature seems to be showing her fierce streak these days, reprimanding her human brats not to mess with her or she’ll burn us all the way to hell with global Warming, and no matter where I go, I will feel like being under the weather. the heat is almost too much for me to handle, but apparently, it doesn’t stop me from going outdoors, or even put the heat on my table.

It was 28th February 2010 when my other dad; my FIL decided to put the ‘heat’ onto the table for the closing Chinese New Year Dinner. Honestly, I’ve been really looking forward to the closing dinner on Chinese Valentine’s or better known as Chap Goh Mei, because truthfully, I am rather fond of my FIL.

Having meals with him had always been a pleasure, because he made it a happy occasion by letting us children eat whatever we like, and apart for that he make great conversation instead of finding faults in everyone who is seated at the table during meatime, and I usually enjoy his companionship.

Anyway, it’s never the food. It’s great company that counts. πŸ˜› I could sit in a mamak stall with my FIL and have just iced tea and roti canai, and I’ll still enjoy the meal immensely.

I like the fact that my FIL always emphasize quality over quantity. I may not get to spend much time with him, but the time that we usually spent together are usually quality time, and he always gives me the feel good feeling each time we meet for lunch, dinner and whatnot.

In many ways, he is another father to me, and I didn’t like the fact that many misunderstood him and judged him for the things that he did. He may not be the perfect human being to everyone else, but he is someone whom I respect, because he earned my respect without demanding for it, unlike many others in my life.

I never did respect him just because he’s an elder. Never because of that. I respect him because I chose to, and I want to. Not because I was asked or forced to respect him. I admire his courage and wisdom to not only take chances in life, but also for his bravery to admit that he is not always right as well, and tries his hardest to make amendments for his mistakes, even though it was beyond repair.

People may have shunned him and judge him, but I think, he did the right thing at some point in his life. FIL made me see, that everyone is just human. They are entitled to make mistakes, and nobody should judge others for what they did, and for what it’s worth, what differs us human and animals is that we can use our brain to think to live in harmony with each other. Those who cannot do that…who constantly tries to make others uncomfortable by trying to create tension and uneasiness on purpose just because they dislike others, is no better than animals.

Anyway, enough rantings and ramblings. As I said earlier…though the weather is scorching and sizzling hot, it does not stop me from going out and facing heat on the table.

The heat that I meant was the heat that came from steamboat pots. LOL… My FIL brought us, the brats to a steamboat restaurant known as 100Β°C Steamboat restaurant, located in Jalan Kuchai Lama, Kuala Lumpur.


The ambiance was good. Japanese style, and fully air-conditioned, and one could have their steamboats with personal pots. Good for those who are tired of fighting over what soup they should order when eating steamboat in restaurants. One need not fight over what kind of soup they should be having in this steamboat restaurant, cuz they have personal pots for each customers.


They also have wide selections of sauce to go with your steamboat, so you won’t have to just eat your fishballs, veggies and whatnot with just the usual chilli sauce. Yes, people, the picture above is those sauce I mentioned. All you can eat. LOL…


For starters, FIL ordered the auspicious Yee Sang. Everything was fresh and crunchy, and the salmon fish buried inside was something to die for. It was sweet and fresh. And the pomelo pulps inside of it made me crave for more.


I ate my portion, and somehow wished that there’s more. I not only had fun tossing the yee sang together with my FIL, my BIL, SIL and Auntie, but I also had fun making auspicious wishes together with them. This ‘closing reunion dinner’ was fun and gives me the feel good feeling, and it is so damn different from the so-called reunion dinner that I had during the Chinese New Year’s Eve itself. Well, different company, different kind of feelings, I guess. I certainly like this one better than the one during Chinese New Year’s Eve, that’s for sure.

I ordered my favourite soft drink to go with the food…Hahaha…. yes, we’re always allowed to order our own drinks when we go out with FIL. Isn’t that great? We’re allowed to make our own choices because FIL treated us like adults who are perfectly capable of making our own decisions. LOL…okay, that’s a bit exaggerating, though… but I like the fact that FIL allowed us to choose our own food and drinks instead of making decisions for us. He spoiled us rotten…and we’re allowed to take those unhealthy stuff to our heart’s content.

I made excellent choice with the coke, as I chose tomyam as my soup, and boy, it was so damn spicy, just the way I like my tomyam soup to be.

My portion of steamboat ‘liews’. I just ordered the small set, consisting of various fishballs and chicken slices, cuz I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to finish off those bigger ones.


I forgot to snap most of the food pictures as I was too busy enjoying the food and having a good chat with my FIL and SIL…but I can assure you that the food was as great as the company. πŸ˜€ I’m particularly fond of the chicken slice… I’m not quite sure what they used to marinade the chicken, as it was so sweet and succulent. There’s hints of pepper and sugar, and I’m not quite sure what else. All I know is that it was yummy, and therefore, they deserved a place in my tummy.

Apart from the little mishap caused by the waiter earlier on while delivering our drinks, everything else was perfect and pleasant. My younger SIL was unhappy with this little incident, and rightly so, as the spill drinks dirtied her handbag. I would have been upset if I’m in her shoes, but everyone was in a happy mood, so I guess theΒ  apologies and the discount given as compensation chilled my SIL’s temper, and our lunch was not ruined after all.

Under normal circumstances, I would have gone berserk and inform them that I will be writing about the incident, and they should be more careful in the future, but then again, as I said… I was really in a good mood, and I couldn’t feel angry and therefore, did not lash out at the poor waiter who probably will be reprimanded by his superior. LOL… very rare or me not to flare my temper, right? Well… good company does that to me, I suppose. I am only cranky and bitchy when I am not happy and had nasty people for company. The rest of the time…I’m as serene as the calm sea. (Yes, do not provoke me, that’s the keyword! I have a hurricane in me, calm as I looked like.)

Before we left…I snapped a few more pictures in the restaurant, seeing how at ease everyone was. My BIL took out his phone to snap some pictures too, and my sporting FIL gave a few good pose when I was in action too. πŸ˜›


I don’t know what this signboard says…as I couldn’t read Chinese characters…but I’m guessing it’s a wishing well? I don’t know. Please read it for me and let me know what it says….


There was a nine dragon fountain underneath the signboard…I guess it’s a wishing fountain… as people threw coins inside to make wishes.

There’s another one underneath the signboard too… a single golden dragon guarding the man made pond. I am impressed… dragons guarding water. I suppose in feng shui, this decoration means the dragons is guarding the incoming money. πŸ˜›

For those who are interested in checking out this restaurant, here’s the address:

No. 3 & 5, Ground Floor, Dynasti Central, Jalan Kuchai Maju 18,
Off Jalan Kuchai Lama,
58200 Kuala Lumpur

Tel: 03-79800899

This small gathering with FIL is one of the reason why I went MIA… I’ve been outdoors throughout the week. As much as I enjoyed good companionship and good food, I’m hoping to get back to my routine as soon as possible. πŸ˜› Sometimes, being too blissfully happy makes me tired too. I need constant challenge to keep me motivated, and I bet March is full of challenges. πŸ˜€

Cleffairy: Some people makes others happy where ever they go, while some others makes people happy when they go.


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Sex gets hotter when…

Sex gets hotter, and better with age. As of late, everyone has been complaining how hot they are, and it’s driving me insane, because sometimes, hot weather ‘inspire’ me. And when I am inspired, I write more than usual, and when I write more than usual, there’s tendency that I will write something that is not appropriate for minors.

Fine, fine, it’s not the weather, I admit it, but I tend to get aroused by my own writing, especially those mushy scenes in my own novel. πŸ™ I am not quite sure how many authors out there seems to have problem with this, but I know those in my writing group tends to get carried away and gets aroused by their own writing, and couldn’t seems to stop writing ‘hot stuff’ and their novel would be in the danger of turning into literotica.

Anyway… I was writing a scene in my latest novel where the characters are standing in front of Bocca De La Verita. And the antagonist is worrying about entering her 30s when she began to ‘invade’ my mind. Yes… women in their 20s or late 20s often worry about going into their 30s. They felt old, unattractive and not to mention worried about their sexual performance.

You see, most women would worry that their sexual performance and satisfaction would decrease as they hit their 30s. They would worry that their partner would not desire them as much, and automatically… it will affect their mind and their libido would decrease.

Little did most women know that sex, actually gets better with age. Being experienced in bed is actually an advantage, of course, but what I want to talk about here is that there’s studies that indicate women could possibly get a G-spot orgasm easier in their 30s rather than in their 20s. This is indeed something to be looking forward to, isn’t it? LOL…

There is some evidence that the intensity of a woman’s G-spot orgasm is mediated by the hormone estrogen. Most young women under 30 find clitoral orgasms to be more powerful because, due to their relatively high estrogen levels, their vaginal lining becomes too thick to allow direct stimulation of their G-spot nerves.

As the estrogen level begins to decline in women during their 30s, the vaginal lining becomes thinner and the G-spot becomes more accessible during fingering or penetration. That’s why most women feel that they begin to peak sexually in their early to mid-30s.

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, this is just a warm up. πŸ˜› Next article, is the real thing, and I’m going to write about how to master a woman’s G-spot in order to give her intense G-spot orgasm. The next article is actually a request, and I have somehow forgotten about it til last night when I was researching for my latest novel in progress.

A friend of mine had requested me on ‘someone’s behalf’ to write about squirting not long ago. However, if one wants to write about ‘squirting’, one would have to talk about G-spot orgasm and stimulation.

Consider yourself being forewarned. Kindly stay away if you’re afraid of heat and not in the mood for some sizzling romance.

Cleffairy: When it gets too hot to handle, just strip it off and do some strip tease.

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Return to the sea…

It was the second day of Chinese New Year. 15th February 2010, a day after those in the West celebrate Valentine’s Day. I was still in my husband’s hometown. Me and my little family had our self-imposed curfew again when we were there the night before, and went to the room to sleep after dinner from 8:00pm- 9:00am the next morning.

And when the sun rises in the east on 15th February 2010, we went down for the usual compulsory breakfast where my poor husband was served more than double the amount that he could eat by his mother. She must have wanted to fatten him up, but then again, the real reason he never puts on weight is not that he was not well fed, but the fact is that he’s a smoker, and some smokers really doesn’t put on weight no matter how much they eat.

Bah, humbug, I can’t be bothered explaining biology to people. *roll eyes* I bet my husband gets sick of people asking why I am skinny too…they must have thought that I didn’t eat or something, but then again, I can be such a glutton when I eat. Genetically, my side of the family… we don’t really put on weight until we’re in our 40s.

Anyway, my husband had to eat up my portion too, as my stomach wasn’t agreeing with me that morning, and I couldn’t really stomach anything as I ate too much mushrooms during new year’s eve dinner. You see… the food that’s served during new year’s eve dinner were all vegetarian food.

My MIL is a strict vegetarian, and therefore, no meat or poultry were allowed, period. Not on Chinese New Year, not ever. So, most of the dishes contains mushrooms and bean products, and I was thanking God endlessly that there was no bean sprouts served and placed in my plate, as if I were to take them, I might ended up having nasty stomach cramps for days. Thank God for small mercies, eh?

It is my misfortune that not many understood why I couldn’t take bean spouts…and foodstuff that produces too much ‘gas’ in the stomach, as I often have troubles ordering when I’m having food outside. I had to tell them strictly no bean sprouts, and yet people would tell me that the food in question would taste nicer and better with bean sprouts. Apart from being a picky eater, this is the reason why I loved my own mother’s food and eating at home more than anything else. It would spare me the agony of explaining why I can’t take certain food, why I usually pick out bean spouts one by one and put it aside and why they must not put it in my plate unless they have the intention to kill me. Sometimes, people annoyed me to the point that’s enough to enrage me and makes me feel like telling them to take up biology classes.

Anyway, let’s put the food issues aside. I am getting sidetracked from what I really want to share with all of you today.

As I mentioned earlier on, my little family and I went down for a huge breakfast served by my MIL, consisting of the leftover foods, newly cooked foods, and takeaway foods…and after more than one hour stuffing his face while I bemoaned the fact that my stomach is filled with gas and having a mild case of indigestion, we finally went out of the house for a walk after taking the cat with us.

Basically, we were practically wasting the precious petrol after going out of the house, as we don’t really have a destination to go to. My husband ended up driving around in circles. After a while, I suggested to my husband that we go to the beach in Lumut.

My heart did a little cartwheel dance when he agreed, as I’ve been wanting to go to the beach. It’s been almost goddamn 7 years since I last go to the beach. I was really excited, no kidding, as finally, one of my 2010 wish, which is going to a beach to collect seashells is going to come true.

Because the little trip is unplanned, none of us had proper attire for the beach, and therefore, after making a stop at a local supermarket to buy some short pants and sleeveless shirt, we’re off to the beach.

My husband was whining that Lumut is too far, and he doesn’t really know how to go there, and therefore, he drove us to Teluk Batik instead. πŸ˜€ Oh well, I don’t really give a damn whether it’s Lumut or Teluk Batik. A beach is a beach, and it will be better than staying at home, doing nothing but face the four walls or the idiot box, or worst, stuffing our face with food when the stomach is practically bursting and begging us not to torture it anymore.

The sun was burning fiercely on the top of our heads when we arrived and the beach is practically full of human beings who escaped from don’t know where. My husband was complaining about how crowded it was and how hot it was, but I wasn’t even complaining. Nope, not a word. πŸ˜› Wonder why?


Elementary my dear readers. I was a child of the sea. I grew up by the seaside. When I was in England, there was Blackburn Beach, and when I came back to Malaysia, I lived in places that’s near the beach, or the beach is practically reachable within walking or cycling distance. I was an outdoor girl.

I never liked being cooped up in the house, and when I was younger, my daily activities consists of cycling, horseback riding or taking a stroll by the seaside or digging for shellfish or fishing in the evening so that I could bring it back home to my mother to cook for me. Yes, I was an outdoor girl, or rather, a child of the sea.

The sea, has always been a part of me. The sea not only gave me food, but it also gave me joy and comfort, along with inner peace as I inhale the salty breeze as the wind caress my body comfortingly. Being by the seaside, is like being in a mother’s embrace, and when I was younger, I used to go to my very own secret place near the beach each time something is bothering my mind, and without fail, the sea would take my worries away.

All these while when I live in Kuala Lumpur, I feel as if I’ve been chained and shackled by my own nature as there is no sea nearby. The nearest would be Port Dickson, which is hours away. πŸ™ And the closest thing I can have to something soothing is the Titiwangsa Lake Garden and the Perdana Lake Garden. While I can’t be choosers when it comes to recreation, I still have to say that nothing can compare to the sea, and when I returned to the sea on 15th February 2010, I was really ecstatic, though I got sunburns and turned a few shades darker.

It was scorching hot and crowded, and my husband was complaining about the heat and sunburns, but I had fun. I have forgotten when was the last time I felt as relaxed as when I was in Teluk Batik. My worries were gone as soon as I stepped my feet into the sand and as soon as I smell the scent of the salty sea breeze…

I felt as if…though I wasn’t so pleased with the hoohah about Chinese New Year and stuff…for a moment… just that moment, I felt as if nothing else mattered. Mother Nature had comforted me… for that moment. Yes, just for a moment, nothing else mattered.

My husband helped me to collect seashells for me to make shell castles and necklace out of them, and that’s the best Valentine’s Day present he could ever give me. I couldn’t feel happier if he were to give me roses or chocolates.The seashells were a better present, as it’s not something money could buy, and each of them are unique in their own ways.

Anyway, all good things have to come to an end. After collecting some seashells and relaxing at the beach, we had to go back, as MIL was getting restless back home as we didn’t go back for lunch.

She called my husband a few times when we were at the beach. Fearing that MIL will be upset as we sneaked to Teluk Batik, we went back after collecting more seashells and buying some tidbits and some T-shirt as a souvenir. We left the beach at 5:00pm after having a late lunch meal of seafood fried rice at the stall nearby.

We arrived at MIL’s house at around 9:00pm, and went straight to the room without dinner, as we had dinner earlier on before going back. Everyone was beat from the little trip, but I was really happy, as for the first time in 7 years, I return to the sea, albeit, just for a few hours.

Next up: Stories of seashells and sea castle…

Cleffairy: The best thing that anyone could give me, is not what money could buy.

ps: Thank you, God, for listening to my prayers and my wishes. I couldn’t thank enough…


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What the teacher taught me this year…

It was 14th February 2010. It was Valentine’s Day. And it’s also the first day of Chinese New Year for the people in the East, and therefore Valentine’s Day was overshadowed this year. I am not sure how it was for the rest of you over here, but it was overshadowed to me.

But then again… I’ve expected this. Valentine’s Day has always been the same to me since God knows how many years.  It was just another day. No mind blowing sex, no romance, nothing, and I have forgotten when was the last time I received a rose as a token of love or chocolates as a token of appreciation. I think it was when I was in college? High school? I couldn’t remember anymore. But I can say it’s been almost ten years since I received a stalk of rose or a box of chocolate from others.

It may sound pathetic to all of you. But, this year, I feel a bit numb. I suppose, not expecting my Valentine’s Day to be filled with romance helped me not to feel sorry for myself when the rest of the youngsters who are my age are out romancing their other half. Valentine’s Day this year may coincide with Chinese New Year, but I’ve seen some lovers out there made efforts to make each other feel appreciated despite of the clashing event, and I feel happy for them.

I started off my Valentine’s Day by opening one of my letters and read it as the clock stroke midnight…you know, the letter from me in the past to my present self? I wrote about it HERE.

This is going to sound extremely pathetic, but the letter that I was supposed to unseal on 14th February 2010 did comfort me and made me feel that I am worthy of love and life, and I should do whatever I want that day to make myself feel better. And I did just that.

Hey… I shouldn’t let things dishearten me, should I? I have Me, Myself and I. They loved me, and because they loved me, I should live for their sake, and not for others. And I should make them happy by making myself happy. (Okay, I’ll stop. I started to sound looney… or worst, schizoid).

I spent my Valentine’s Day sleeping in from midnight until 11.30am in my husband’s room back in MIL’s house. I woke up to husband’s sms ring tone, which is a cue for him to do his yearly visit to his teacher’s house for gathering with his ex-schoolmates.

We headed over to his teacher’s house after brunch. His ex- classmates were there. There was 10-12 of them, I think, well I don’t know, I didn’t bother counting or snapping pictures of them chatting.

It is better for me to shut up and not make them notice me too much, cuz they were doing their yearly routine of small talk of ‘How are you?’, ‘How’s your career?’, ‘When are you getting married?’, ‘Do you have a bf/gf?’ or even ‘When are you going to have a baby/second baby?’.

My husband’s teacher’s house is definitely more relaxing, and I took the chance to rest my head a little bit, and while my husband was busy chatting away with his friends, I took the picture below. It is something that caught my eyes ever since I entered his teacher’s house.

My husband’s teacher might have taught my husband and his classmates, but I wonder if she had taught them the things written in the scroll that was hang on the wall, and I wonder how many of those people present in the teacher’s house that time noticed this scroll?

I found it very meaningful. I noticed that this scroll has been there at the same place for many years…as early as 2003, and the teacher must have been trying to instill the good values in the scroll to the people who would glance at the scroll.

My husband’s teacher may have taught him when he was in school. I may not be her student, but she have taught me the values above, and now, she’s my teacher too, for she taught me moral values and how to be at ease with people around me and life itself.

When it was time to leave the teacher’s house, my head was filled with the things written on the huge scroll.

After visiting my husband’s old teacher, we went home to change our clothes and bathe, and went out again to loiter in a supermarket then unwind at a cafe until dinner time.

I had to laugh at the poor imitation of Old Town White Coffee, but I had to applaud their service. Teluk Intan’s George Town White Coffee provide better service than Teluk Intan’s Old Town White Coffee. Teluk Intan’s branch of Old Town White Coffee is absolutely notorious, and well known for their nasty food, horrid customer service and filled with assholes of staff. They disgust me and I wouldn’t go back there even if I’m paid to.

Overall, 14th February 2010 was tolerable… and it ended on a sweet note when some of my blogger friends and my ex schoolmates sent me sms wishing me a Happy Valentine’s Day, just before the day was over. πŸ˜€

To those who sent me greetings… thank you…thank you for remembering me. And thank you to the teacher who taught me without knowing as well. This might not be the most romantic Valentine’s Day, but it’s been a fruitful one, cuz I learned something from the teacher.

Cleffairy: Open up your eyes, and you will see…





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Cleffairy Returns: The Reunion Dinner 1

Yes, yes, yes! Finally, I am back to where I belonged. At home in Kuala Lumpur. I’ll still be busy with family matters though… at least until 20th February 2010, so please excuse me if I don’t to visit your blog and leave my footsteps there. I’m still struggling to get back to my routine.

It’s been a hell of a week, and I’m thanking God for sending me His angels to protect me all the way when I was away from the safety of my home.

There is not much fun things to tell about my experience during Chinese New Year. More or less, it is just the same, and it is something that I just endure for the sake of peace. And I did not do anything special besides stuff my face with food and rot in the room.

You see… I’ve always resent Chinese New Year, because it is no fun. Yes, no fun at all cuz I don’t really like to mingle with people whom I don’t know well and not really fond of. I bet the feelings is mutual. They don’t like me, and I don’t like them. And the fact will remain the same til the end of time. Truthfully, I don’t hate Chinese New Year that much. It is the bad company that makes me annoyed with the entire thing.

Anyway, if you are expecting me to put up the food that I had for reunion dinner, I’m sorry. There won’t be any. Why? Firstly, because I did not bother snapping those photos up when I was in my MIL’s house.

Blogger or not… I don’t think I can be bothered snapping photos up when everyone is more than eager to make acquaintance with the food and get it over with more than anything else. Besides, I didn’t think the old lady would approve me snapping pictures, anyway. I would know if she approved of it, cuz my elder brother in law, who loves snapping up pictures during dinner or family occasion, didn’t even take out his handphone to capture the moment.

Second reason is  that I wasn’t in the mood to really snap pictures during the reunion dinner as I was reprimanded by my husband for not helping to bring food out from the kitchen. Well, excuse me… it’s not that I didn’t want to help out, but I was chased out of the kitchen by my MIL. She told me not to stay inside the kitchen and so, whether I like it or not, I had to get out of the damned place.

Probably she knew that I’ll be reprimanded and chided by my hubby for not helping, I suppose. Anyway, seeing what happened in the kitchen, my sister in law told me to go out and help her to take care of her two boys. And I did just that, and went out to play with the kids, earning some nasty glare of disapproval from him for not helping out despite my attempt to tell him that I was kicked out of the kitchen and was told by my sister in law to stay outside and take care of the kids. I wasn’t sure why my husband did not know that I was chased out, cuz as far as I’m concern, he was around the vicinity of the kitchen.

I got fed up, cuz I kinda expected this sort of mood killing thing to happen and I silently pray to God that I’ll be given the patience to deal with the erupting volcano within.

Reunion dinner became an event that is not fun, and not relaxing. I had to be mindful of what I do. I was tired from the long journey and my mood and appetite was definitely killed. I wanted to eat faster, and I had to ‘zonk’ out, ignoring every nagging, uneasiness and whatnots at the table.

I was praying hard that it’ll be over soon, and nothing would go wrong at the table again, or I’ll probably explode later on, and neighbours would have some nice show to watch, cuz there was no curtain installed in husband’s room in his hometown. Don’t ask me why there’s no curtain. I don’t know.

Thank God for my elder brother in law, though. He made the reunion dinner tolerable for me. He made small talks and happy conversation that momentarily made me forget about the uneasiness moments before, and keep putting some food that he thinks that I might like into my plate.

My spirit was lifted a bit, and I started to chat with brother in law and took some food for him in return, and for the first time during dinner at MIL’s place, I felt that someone is actually doing something to keep the situation under control instead of allowing the whole event turning into a full scale fault-finding scenario. In some ways, I felt that my brother in law was there in my FIL ‘s place to keep things from going out of hand.

My FIL wasn’t there, because he’s no longer living with my MIL, and I am looking forward to the reunion dinner that he hosted, cuz it’s always fun and more relaxing in comparison to MIL’s. Maybe it is just me… but it doesn’t matter where or when, I still remain a daddy’s girl, so I tend to be fond of the elder male in the family, especially my FIL.

When I spend time with my FIL, I feel that I’ve been spending time with my own father, simply because he make conversation with me instead of finding faults, and therefore, make me feel at ease spending time with him. Anyway, for what it’s worth, I am pretty easy to pleased. As long as I’m fed with desserts like ice cream or food for carnivore, my heart is theirs. And my FIL did just that. πŸ˜€

Anyway, back to the dinner. Thank God there was no extended drama after the dinner. I finished my food first and took my plate in the kitchen to wash it. My sister in law probably knew that I wasn’t amused with the earlier incident where I was reprimanded by my husband for not helping out in the kitchen, so when I was washing my plate, she piled up the dirty plates for me to wash and chatted with me while I do the chores, and soon after I’ve done the dishes, I was rewarded with dessert by my brother in law. πŸ˜€ He proffered me a bowl of longan dessert and I quietly and happily drank it away soon after while my husband chatted with his mother at the living room.

When everything was cleared from the table and dishes were done, I chatted with my sister in law and brother in law, and as usual, like the years before, they will take their leave to spend overnight at sister in law’s parents’ house until their holiday is over, and after they left, my husband claimed fatigue and we dashed upstairs to rest until morning.Yep, people… curfew. From 8.30 til 11.00am the next day.

I used to wonder why my brother in law never overnighted in his own mother’s house, but I no longer wonder why, because I know that sometimes, one had to so in order to stop war from erupting and ruin the good relationship that one had with the elders. Sometimes, it is not easy to live under one roof with others, especially when one practiced different style of living. It is harder still when the elders wants things to be done their way and reprimanded us each time they opened their mouth to speak when we’re already adults and have family of our own. You see…things like this… ruin our respect and good relationship that we have with the elders. So it is better to avoid such things.

I did not understand back then, but I now see my brother in law as a smart man, who knows how to keep peace, and I have a lot to learn from him, and people who have a family of their own, should learn from my brother in law on how to protect their own family and keep peace with each others;which is avoid, avoid and avoid the elders and not courting problems by trying too hard to please them with what you do. Extreme, yes, but it works.

Cleffairy: Thank you God, for gracing me with the presence of Your angels to comfort me and when I was disheartened.

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Love, faith, and hope…

I’ve been reciting prayers for the whole goddamn day. Why? Don’t ask me… I’m freaking out over evil sorceress and royal pain in the ass succubus who no doubt shall suck my blood dry til nothing is left of me. As I said, my life is like an action thriller, and I had to live like a stunt movie star. Right at the moment, this movie star is waiting for her impending doom as it’s approaching.

Oh yes… it’s coming. It’s that time of the year again. Lesser than a week now, with all of those monstrous lions waiting to bite my head off, and I will be no doubt, be bruised and battered a few days after, and I will have to search and find a way to heal myself.

I have love, and God has granted me faith, and now that I know I’ll be bruised and battered after being thrown into such a horrendous stunt in…say, approximately six days, all I can do is hope that someone out there is bearing the first aid knowledge and willing to heal me after that. Anybody? Anybody? Aww, come on, don’t tell me none of you are first aider. I am actually one, but even a first aider needs another when he or she is injured.

Anyway, please pray that I will come out of succubus dragon’s lair in one peace, with my heart and soul still intact. And in the mean time, let me share the serenity prayer with all of you over here. Most of you may not be Christians, but the prayer is inspiring nevertheless.

I have come to the point of my life, where I believe that I cannot always rely on the comfort of human around me, because… to some people, I am nothing special, and deserve no protection nor attention. To some, other things are more important, and whether I like it or not, I have to accept that at times, my feelings will be taken for granted in favours of others, and my faith will always be laughed upon by Pagan whores.

It doesn’t matter. My relationship with God is my own business, and I never asked people to respect my beliefs and faith though I am forced to kneel before theirs. Sometimes I wonder if mutual respect is even achievable…for as far as I am concern, I never asked people to change their ways of life… the way they worship, the way they eat. Perhaps I am asking too much.

All I can do now is pray for serenity for the things I cannot change. And here, allow me to share the Serenity Prayers with all of you. May God grant all of you serenity, and inner peace for the things you cannot change.

Serenity Prayer


God grant me the serenity,

to accept the things I cannot change;

courage to change the things I can;

and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;

Enjoying one moment at a time;

Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;

Taking, as He did, this sinful world

as it is, not as I would have it;

Trusting that He will make all things right,

If I surrender to His Will;

That I may be reasonably happy in this life

And supremely happy with Him

Forever in the next.


And here is Serenity Prayer by Olivia Newton John.


Cleffairy: Shape your life by the way you think. Shape your thinking by the way you love. Shape your love by your willingness to open your heart.Open your heart by your sheer desire to experience more love. I am naught but bare…I only have love, faith and most importantly, hope.

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