A Penny For Your Thoughts, Down The Memory Lane, Food/Travel, Time Heals What Love And Reason Cannot

Return to the sea…

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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. 😀 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. 😛 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. 🙁 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…

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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. 😀

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

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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. 😀

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. 😀 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…

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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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When God makes your life a blockbuster movie…

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As an author, I believe that God spent a lot of his time plotting my life and making high quality scripts for me. He must have saw it fit to give me a life that has a plot of a blockbuster movie. You must be wondering why I’m saying all this. It is simple, my precious ones, my life, it’s far cry from normal.

It’s more like a roller coaster ride, or rather, a stormy sea in which I’m in the danger of drowning if I do not sail and navigate with great care. I’ve always wanted a normal, peaceful life, but, He wants my life to be very interesting. I used to resent that. All I ever want is a normal life, with love and serenity in a package.But I no longer resent it.

God must have wanted to inspire me through my own very life, and making me lead a life that resembles somewhat a blockbuster and a thriller movie, where I have a secret identity and constantly fighting the bad guys in the forms of people around me. In many ways… my life resembles a chess game where I struggle to protect myself from being eliminated and consumed by the people around me, even my loved ones. Depressing? Well, that’s the lemon of my life, something I embrace with my whole being right this moment.

Last years… God decided to spice up my life a little bit by lighting up a torch for me in order to let me see the truth about my life, and the people around me. Being human, I had no idea that He was enlightening me. I blamed Him for every single thing that happened, and I feel as if I’m being punished for the things I haven’t even done.

My human eyes were not powerful enough to let me see His revelations. Naturally, my beliefs for Him flew out of the window and beyond. I told myself… He does not exists, because He was not making my life better nor comfort me. I felt alone, and darkness began to consume me, inch by inch.

Things gets more and more worst by the day, and last November was the month of turbulence for me. I felt betrayed and hurt beyond redemption.

God decided to rescue me from darkness by giving me many pointers and hints along the way, and I began to realize that every single thing that I was forced to endure, happened for a reason. The reason is simple. It is for me to see clearly. To show me…to knock senses into my almost malfunctioned brain.

God showed me, that my life is full of hypocrites. Nobody could be trusted wholeheartedly, especially those whom I thought I can trust my life with. God showed me, that I am not always important in someone’s heart.

God showed me, that I shall not always be protected, for in the eyes of the human, I am like a speck of dust. I can be dismissed with a mere gust of wind, and they would not feel a single thing about it. Yes…God revealed to me so many things, and I am very thankful that he finally bestowed me the wisdom to unravel His revelations.

God is great. Praise Him, for he showed me that in truth, my life is full of ungrateful people who forgets their roots when they are rich and successful, and nothing lasts forever. God showed me, that my life is full of Pagan whores who worships demons and drink contaminated blood in delight and pure enjoyments.

He made me see that people in my life… doesn’t believe in Him, and therefore, they cannot count their blessing and nothing is ever enough for them, and instead of being thankful for what they have and cherish whatever that’s bestowed upon them, they greedily ask for more.

They will never be grateful or feel blessed, because they did not allow God to be in their hearts and let the demons rule their heart and minds instead. Instead of taking life as a blessing in itself… they blame everyone for everything except for themselves, and they demand people to tolerate their wants and ways, as if they own the world and everything has to revolves around nothing but them, and only them.

Those people… they are shortsighted. They only think of temporary, worldly enjoyment rather than looking on how to live life in the long run and being responsible for the lifestyle they chose.

Those are the people in my life…those I should be aware of… those who will walk away from me when I needed them most, and those who cannot wait to drink my blood and delight in it. It is a small comfort to know that God is with me, and as long as I seek protection from Him and have faith, nothing could ever harm me.

It saddens me that sometimes, the people that I love could not understand the concept of blessing and gratefulness and scorn people who are God fearing. They have absolute disrespect towards other’s way of life and beliefs, and yet, they demand people to respect and honour theirs. they are the kind of people who only wants to take and never give.

My life may resembles of those superheroes movies where I constantly need to battle the monsters around me, but in truth, I am powerless. I am powerless against the greed and the flaws of humanity.

I could do nothing to change it or force people to repent and be grateful for their blessings. The best thing I can do is pray and hope that one day, God will bless them and grace them with His presence.


Cleffairy: God, please grant me serenity for the things I cannot change. Please, give me peace and I pray for wisdom. Protect me, and shield me, for there are evil and demons who tries to harm me and drink my blood and delight in my pain.

ps: When God makes your life a blockbuster movie, then live like a movie star.

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Kiddy Villa, Love and Friendship

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A good blogger friend of mine, Cheeyee or better known as Littlemermy is running an online store for children’s apparel. I’ve known her for more than a year now, and she’s been my pillar of strength last year when my house was burn down in the fire. She was the first one to know about what had happened to me back then, and I thank her for all the comfort and moral support she gave me when I was in distress. Frankly speaking, I would have been pulled into a serious bout of depression again if it wasn’t for her.

Cheeyee is running an online store for kid’s apparel. All these while, I’ve always go goo goo ga ga over the clothes in her online store, Kiddy Villa, and found myself wishing that I have a daughter so that I can dress her up in those fancy, cute clothes for little girls. (Actually, I wish I can wear them myself. LOL…)

I was pleasantly surprised that today, my door goes DING DONG, and a package was delivered to my doorstep.


For a moment, I was wondering what it was, then a grin was plastered to my face asI suddenly remembered that Cheeyee had told me that she’s sending me something today. Well… being an absent minded person, I had somehow forgotten that she told me about it yesterday.

I unwrapped the packaging from Pos Malaysia, and I grinned from ear to ear to see a CNY shirt for Alien. It was from her online store, Kiddy Villa.

Nice, isn’t it? It’s a Ralph Lauren short sleeve shirt. White and dark blue in colour. The fabric of the shirt is so soft and children will definitely feel comfy in this. No worries about having the child who wears this feeling heaty and uncomfy. Made from high quality cotton and could absorb sweat easily. Good for active children.

Cheeyee also sent me a love note ….

This one is a gem. It made me smile for hours, and definitely brightens my day. LOL…Cheeyee knows me well, and so does her little girl Lynn. The Ralph Lauren shirt was chosen by her cute little girl, Lynn. She got taste, and I bet she knows that Alien and I both loves dark coloured clothes. Ahahaha… very suitable for Alien to wear, especially for CNY. *grinz* the duo know me very well indeed. Lynn must have chosen this cuz she knows what a sour grape I am during festive season. Dark colours is the in thing for me during festive season. It reflects my mood very well. LMAO. 😛

Anyway, check out her online store. 😀 She’s having a CNY sale. 😀 Click the banner to be re-direct to her online store.

Perhaps you busy mummies and daddies out there would want to do some last minute shopping for your little ones. What you need to do is just browse the products, select the one that interest you, place your order and make payment after receiving confirmation email from them. Best part is they will deliver to your doorstep. Which means, there will be no hassle of being trapped in the traffic congestion or in the crowded mall. You can save the time to spend more quality time with your children at home.


Cleffairy: Thank you so much for your pressie and a big hug for the comforting note. 😀

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Cleffy's Pillow Talk, Down The Memory Lane, Fairy's Tale

For the first time…

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This is to the one who held my hands with tears glinting in his eyes and told me that they are beautiful, and one day, I shall hold many hearts in it the way I held his. This may not make much sense to everyone, but this man…he’ll always have a special place in my heart, til the day that it stopped beating.

This man…he means a lot to me, because he’s the only man in this whole wide world who truly know what I like, what dislike and what I loathe. He’s the only one in the world who probably know that I love listening to Rod Steward, Bryan Adams, Sting, MLTR and the only one who did not laugh at me when I told him that I had a crush on Jason Donovan and admired Kylie Minogue.

This man…was the one who taught me how to waltz and dance, and when I got tired and breathless with all the dancing and yet still refuse to stop, he’ll take off my shoes, and let me step on his feet so that I could still dance longer and told me, that each time I’m tired and yet still want to go on dancing, he’ll always be there for me, holding my hands and lead me to dance, and catch me when I fall.

This man… he’s my hero…he was there for me when I was sick and scared, and had tears in his eyes when I was on the verge of death. He held my hands mournfully, with unshed tears and a smile inspired on his lips with prayers in his heart, encouraging me to be brave as I told him not to let go of me as they wheeled me into the operation theater. I remembered those time well… as he was the only one there, truly concern for my pains while the rest seems to be oblivious to my feelings. He kissed my forehead, and told me not to be afraid, for he will be there for me when I wake up.

God loves me, for he gave me this man, who tells me to be brave and be a fighter, and stay strong because the world is a cruel place, and if I need him, he’ll be there for me when I am tired and need a shoulder to cry upon.

Thank you God, for giving me this man, and remembering the times with that man who shall always have a special place in my heart, I feel that for the first time, one lifetime with him is not enough. Thank you God, for giving me such a wonderful daddy in whose heart, I’ll always be his little girl.

Quote from Cleffairy’s latest novel: I wish I can give you the world, but the world doesn’t belong to me. You can have my heart instead.

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Cleffy's Pillow Talk, Down The Memory Lane, Time Heals What Love And Reason Cannot

Dreaming of Music Boxes

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When I was a little girl, I used to get beautiful dreams where I’m surrounded with scattered and floating collectibles, such as figurines, dolls and music boxes.

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I’m all grown up now. I no longer get beautiful dreams where beautiful music boxes serenade to me. Instead of getting such dreams, I get nightmares consisting of betrayal, cold blooded murders and lies. Even my dad stops buying me those beautiful music boxes because he thought I would prefer those expensive high-tech gadgets instead of simple collectibles I used to get as a little girl.


It is strange how time changed people and their dreams, and I come to realize that every now and then, we should look back at those simple joys we used to have, like giving music boxes to our loved ones as a token of our love and appreciation.


I missed receiving music boxes as a token of love, and since no one buys me music boxes anymore, I’m thinking of getting one as I happened to stumble upon musicboxes.com coupon codes that I can use to buy it for myself. Unless of course…someone out there is offering to buy me one for the coming Valentines?


Cleffairy: I’m all grown up now, but every now and then, I would allow myself the small pleasure of revisiting my childhood fantasies. Tell me… how many of you girls out there still receive a music box as a token of love, or it has been replaced with Ipods, laptop, digicam and whatnots?

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Sodomized chic

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For those who have been playful between the sheets as a result of my previous entry on how men can last longer on the bed, should check this out.

Another of my love food recipe, on my new foodie blog EROS EDIBLES. Check it out. There’s step by step recipe with pictures for you to follow over there.

This recipe is designed to provide you energy…. Sodomized chic…

Eros Edibles, Jan 2010

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Cleffy's Pillow Talk

Last longer sexual position for men…

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Some men just can’t last long. This is one of the famous complains murmured by women behind men’s back. Women just don’t complain in front of you men because that will definitely hurt your manly ego.

Most men make a boring and unexciting lover because they either don’t bother to make it exciting or don’t know how to make their erection last longer, and therefore, inspiring fake orgasm and whatnot from his female counterpart.

Well, since this article is aimed on men who are famous for their impatience, without further ado, let us proceed to the tips, shall we?

Last-longer position 1: Mission possible

Missionary position. This might not be nominated as “Best Position in the Bedroom” award but this position nonetheless, is the most helpful for men who want to prolong coitus.
Missionary position - Credit: The Player's Guide
Speaking of coitus, you can try practicing coitus interruptus, which entails deliberately withdrawing your slimy little friend from her vagina prior to ejaculation and holding it. Soon afterward, you may insert your little friend back in and continue on your merry way.

Last-longer position 2: Face me, darling.

Another great position that’ll help most men last longer during sexual intercourse is the “sitting inside each other” position. You sit with your legs crossed and she sits atop you doing the same and controlling the tempo.
Sitting position - Credit: The Player's Guide
The great thing about this position is that you get to rub her back or pull her by the shoulders and suck on her breasts with ease. As well, she can bite into your neck or rub your back while you both enjoy a constant sexual pace. This position is quite an intimate position, and most women would find it enjoyable.

When you become accustomed to this situation and learn adequate penis control, then you can give her some new instructions and get her to squat up and down on your member while she puts her hands on your knees for balance.

Last-longer position 3: Ride ’em cowgirl, yeehaaa!

Some men does loose control when they’re in this position, considering they don’t have any power when the woman on top does all the maneuvering, many men find a woman’s back-and-forth thrusting rather than up and down very comfortable.
Riding position - Credit: The Player's Guide
Allowing her to take control of the situation can help you concentrate on keeping your orgasm at bay. As well, you get to watch your little cowgirl bounce around while she does her thing.

Once the thrusting thing becomes child’s play for you, you can try letting her squat. But be warned: The squatting position is likely to make you lose your mind and send you straight to seventh heaven and ejaculate a lot faster.

That’s because in this cowgirl position, the vagina tends to hug your penis rather tightly, and your genitals and hers are the only two body parts that are touching

Last-longer position 4: Spoon me, baby…

This position should be reserved for morning sex. With her back facing you, lift up one of her legs and insert yourself inside her warm fleshy area.
Spooning position - Credit: Player's Guide
Although the initial feeling may be that of tightness, if you brace yourself, the feeling will become more comforting. Many guys are able to control themselves and last longer in this position.

Dear men, keep in mind that it takes more than just sex positions to help you last longer. You need to keep a positive frame of mind. Don’t turn it into a self-fulfilling prophecy by continuously telling yourself that you can’t do it. You can, especially if you believe you can.

Turning foreplay into a game of lustful sexual containment can be more fun than the actual sex itself. Make your foreplay last. Practice makes perfect, men… understand the waterworks, and get into the game. And last but not least, ladies and gentlemen, I have a message for all of you:


Cleffairy: You know what I mean… safe sex, people.  here’s blowing all of you a kiss, and have a nice, sexy weekend.

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