Nat King Cole

I don't know why but I just love looking at this particular photo of the legendary Nat King Cole.

Fifteen!

Honestly I can't really remember when was the last time I went out on a Friday night!

So anyway decided to give myself a break and joined my fellow working class heroins for a night of pure pleasure and indulgence at Fifteen! .

Entrance.

Fifteen Bar.

The interior was simple but cozy and gorgeous at the same time!

What we had [6 course meal from the Degustation Menu, and YES! I had them all :)]:

Starters

Entree 1

Entree 2
My Favourite: Salmon :)

Main 1

Main 2
mmm LAMB at its best.

Dessert 1
Orange & Mango Sorbet

Dessert 2
Prune & Custard Tart with Walnut Ice-Cream

Finale
Fine Quality Cheese Platter

My fellow working class heroins; stuffed and Happy- JoJo and Cyn :) Thanks Girls for a wonderful and memorable night- it's was just perfect.

Some TLC for Me!

I think I need to start taking care of myself better. I'm deteriorating in front of my very own eyes.

Never used to have any major skin problems, but I'm breaking out in the worst way right now. I can't even climb 5 flights of stairs without getting winded (but maybe that's normal). I mean, I'm the halest, heartiest person that I know off! I have the constitution of a horse, a loving metabolism, and am a generally low-maintenance human being. This is no more. DOOM! I must now grow a beard.

I totally blame it all on my imbalanced lifestyle( not as if I smoke at all or drink like a camel)
. I need to start eating almonds, goji berries and cocoa nibs and those other weird unappetizing things. I am even considering some organic eating tips *shock horror*. Go gluten-free, like all those fine art/ hippie wankers :P. Incorporate more exercise in my day.

Oh, farewell beloved dairy products and saturated fats! *sad*

Otherwise, it's a slippery slope from here on out, guys.

To Papa With Love

Just a simple dream, a single happening,
to awaken my emotions,

to uncover the hidden love so strong,

buried within.

A spoilt child, I thought I deserved the title for whatever that I had gone through. But I never was thankful. I took it all in. But as the years pass I realised that whatever form of gratitude had only been directed towards my mother. The only recognition of efforts was solely, almost entirely, of the master of the household.

True enough, she has always been the one holding up the family, not allowing it to fall. She has always been strong, faltering every now and then but still managing to pick up the falls and emerge stronger. And we children have every reason to idolise her.

Now that I've become older and hopefully more mature and wiser is when I realised how much this old man of mine, has touched my heart for the change in him over these years. The only figure in the household that I left out, and neglected.

So I've seen my father's hair whiten, and unlike my mother, I've witnessed the huge change in personality in him, something which I noted silently in my heart, but never did make a big deal out of it. The massive transformation from the fiesty person in him, to a much sensitive and emotional man now. The man who gave me whatever I wanted from my impulsive demands, the man who spoils me every now and then. And I can never forgive myself each time I threw tantrums with some of his incompetence, because it was just so... convenient. But I quietly withdrew the remorse, together with myself, back into the cocoon. He's the only person whom I could display my unhappiness, for me being the youngest in my family I didn't allow me to be given much chance to have a say in things - which then leaves me to lots of pent-up frustrations.

I never did talk about it, but what happened to my father 5 years ago only made our family closer, and for me to finally break open my shell after two decades of my life to hold out my hand to both my aging parents to show them how much they meant to me.

If I ever were to choose, I would never have chosen other family to be born in. I am most thankful to be part of the two people whose genes have formed me, and I also thank them greatly for that, whether I'm sick, or not.

And gosh, what an emotional entry that had been, but Papa,

I love you very much.

It's the first day of........

Spring!!!!

My favourite time of the Year!

P/S: Happy Belated 50th Birthday Malaysia! If you were a car you'll be a classic :)

Days of Grace

Quite sometime ago, I read an article about a Arthur Ashe that had probably changed my life forever. For those who don't know who he is-Arthur Ash was the first ever and the only African-American to win Wimbledon back in 1970's(I think it was 1975-not sure). A very inspiring and probably one of the most prominent athlete of our time. However his life ended tragicaly when he was diagnosed with HIV which he contracted from blood tranfusions from a heart surgery that he had to undergo. So sad right? So what was about Arthur Ashe that touched and thought me probably the greatest value of all time?? I give you this bit of the article which I had cut out and kept it:

"During his battle with AIDS, from the world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which asked: "Why does God have to select you for such a bad disease"?

To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 50,000,000 children start playing tennis, 5,000,000 learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5,000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to the semi-finals, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I never asked God "Why me?" And today in pain I should not be asking God, "Why me?""

People tend to complain a lot. It's a norm. It's just in us. Complain and complain and more complain. Everyone does it. The only difference is that there are some that complain too much, and some that restrain from complaining, and rather work with what they have.

The first category of people, are the one's that fall. If a person is gonna complain about everything, and not move forward or perhaps do something to make the problem go away, then it's just going to turn sour.

The second, are those people who are the ones that survive it all. The one's that stop and figure a way to solve the problem instead of sitting on the matter and waiting for it to turn sour. You see, that's living, it's either you make it, or break it. Complaining, is just not the way.

Well I'm just saying this cause hey...I've made the mistake quite a few times if not many. Why waste time by whining and whinging? Right? I just notice that there are quite a great deal of people that fall into the first category. And the older I get, the more annoyed I am with these people.

But I guess theres always room for change. We need change. Change can always be a good thing, if it's for the better. Always is.

Right now I am trying really hard not to complain too much. I am trying to embrace every good and bad thing in my life. Most importantly I am trying to be more contented with what I have

It's not easy but I am trying and the effort of doing it itself makes me feel so much more better and happier.

P/S: Days of Grace was what Arthur Ashe described about the last years of his life.

Today while I was cought (per usual) in the morning traffic, stuck right next to my little Jazz was this guy in this poshy looking saphire-blue Holden. As much as I don't fancy bogen Holden drivers, I must say that he and his car were like a picture perfect item. But then there was also something about him that I noticed-not a fimiliar sight.

He was crying as he talked on the phone. He was crying like somebody he loved had died. Or like he just got fired from his job, and has no idea how to make ends meet. I don't know. It just looked like a really, really bad situation. I felt like I was witnessing a Goliath breakdown.

And for moment there, things fell into prespective. Whatever I am going through right now, no matter how horrible it feels, it can't possibly be as bad as what he is currently going through.

And to my traffic stranger, I hope from the bottom of my heart that things will work out for you.

To all the mothers out there,

Happy Mother's day.

Hugs.

1*

It's been well over a year since we had him into our lives..........










and there will be many more years to come..........

Happ(y)ness

whenever i look back, things always seemed to be better. memories happier, life less complicated, even my mood cheerier. this can't be true. if so, i must be falling into a turbulent pool of declining self-worth. it must be my mind playing tricks on me, just like how grass is always greener on the other side.

happiness is not as easy as it seems. when you were a child, all you need is very little. very little to make you smile, very little to make you contented. when have we made ourselves so complicated? why have we made ourselves so complicated? i was told that it takes more muscles to frown than to smile. why then is my face not forever lighted up and that silly grin a permanent feature? god knows i don't have much to be sad about.

i want to be happy. hell, it's one of my resolutions for this year and next. however, i find that i need to make a conscious effort and a whole lot of determination to be happy. i have to wear that reminder like a tatoo on my forehead.

perhaps i have it all wrong. happiness is not laughter, silly grins, jokes and feeling all light and bubbly. that's drunk! maybe happiness is this feeling of peacefulness and confidence that i am experiencing. a deep insight into things surrounding that little will shake my world....

i don't think i'm ready for happiness. to truly know happiness, you must have experienced sadness.

i like where i am.

still, it will be a nice reminder to include 'be happy' in one of my resolutions.....or perhaps 'be drunk' whilst sober is the phrase i am looking for.

p/s:*Welcoming Autumn. So not looking foward to the cold*
pp/s: I wanted to reply to the comments on the blog ie merv and lavii but unfortunately i have not verified my Google account. I find this whole Google account thing very me-ma fan kan.

Till then Selamat Hari Khamis :P!

Coming out of the closet??:P

My closet is a mess (not as if that's something new :P). I was supposed to organise it this week, put things in place, throwing out the junk, you know the same old boring routine.

However this time around, it's not just a normal closet spring (or rather end of summer) cleaning. It has been 1 year and 3 months since I moved to Diamond Creek and finally I am comfortable and happy enough to refer to it as my bogen home. I unaggresively 'sabotaj' my cousin's room and made it mine minus the personal touch unfortunately ( the room is still rather cluttered with his things; he's been living in his room since he was 7 and now he is 28!) except for a few scented candles, my Radiohead concert poster and my queen size Japanese Fruton. Most of stuffs are still in unlabelled boxes :P which almost makes me living from a suitcase.

Anyway back to the closet.

As I said earlier it is not just a normal closet cleaning event. Instead I would like to consider this as a life-changing event. Putting my wadrobe in order would be like getting the shit together in my life again: work, finances, worries, the number of people I continue to piss off. It's opening a new chapter of my life where the ending has yet to be written.

Never thought that cleaning and undersize and over stuffed closet would excite me.

I shall not bore with the details of the closet cleaning event. All I can say for now is that I have a long way to go. And I am looking foward to that.

And no I am not Gay. Wheter is that good or bad, I don't know.

180 deg turn

life’s good. all’s well in the world (ok, maybe not). i feel like a butterfly out of her cocoon, ready to spread her wings and soar. But i need to be careful, i musn’t fly too close to the sun, he’d turn my wings to ashes.

YIKES!

Less words more photos

Ok the birthday celebration is officially over! It's time to move on and enjoy the remaining part of the year. Tonight's dinner didn't really end that well. I just have to soldier on with life.

First of all I would like to thank everyone for all the wonderful birthday presents that I've received. It's amazing to know that the littlest things can bring you so much joy and love. One of my favourite Bday gifts that I received this year was this:

It's a birthday card which was specially made by the super talented and crafty Jol :P.


And it was signed by Jol and Cyn. I was so touched by it simply because the three of us had gone through similiar form of journey, experience, heartaches, happiness etc. I've never read something so simple yet so sincere- that to me is.......PRICELESS!

OK. Enough talk and more photos.


Let cycle one begin....with dearest Cyn and Jol




















And the grand finale- complimentary limosin. Just had to take a photo lah :P

Tommorow

Random.Random.Random.Random.

I try to write, just like how you try to read me.

Like an aging breast, my blog is sagging.

Thanks for staring still.

Hopefully will update more in the future.

Maybe tommorow. Maybe tommorow.

Sharon's leaving UCMS- tommorow is her last day.

That's going to SUCK.

But that's for tommorow for me to sulk.

Tommorow, maybe I can write all about it.

After that I could join the SGT PEPPER's LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND.

2006

This shall be my last entry for the year 2006 :)


Life at times can be so harsh, and yet its treatment can be so hush at the same time.

I am blessed with all the things, good and bad, that has happen to me in the year 2006.
Simply because it has redefined me a human being and made me a stronger person.


Happy New Year everybody.
Till then see you next year.

She is sad,
Just like a childhood day gone bad,
So,
As she sits in front of the computer,
And type these words that rings into her left ear,

Today I am sad

The world is bad

I wish I was seven

And think of heaven

Then I would draw a cat

Just like that

Irisz Agocs

SUN

The sun rises everyday, so we live.

Beautiful by India Arie.

A big big thank you to KYLES for helping me out with the mp3 ;)

Have a good weekend everybody!

A Timesless Melody

I was looking for Lisa Ono's La Vie En Rose, instead I found this, which was EVEN better

Edith Piaf- La Vie En Rose
The original!

Hope you like as much as I do!

Is RED the new BLACK or just plain BAD!

Just like mood swings, I have colour swings! From time to time, ironic as this may sound, I would be experiencing some colour craze! Overall Blue would probably have to be my all time favourite, but I have had the Purple rush, the Green rush etc. Nowondays, Red to me seems to be the new Black! Just 6 months ago, I daringly bought a RED LIPSTICK! But only started wearing it like a couple months ago (it took me alot of guts ok!).

So last Friday, while I was walking on Elizabeth st, with my dear friend *Siew Leng*, I came across a pair this really hot red high heels. I went totally GA-GA over it and just had to go in to the shop and try it on. Man! It was sensational! Absafreakinglutely loved it! With me getting all over exited, *Siew Leng* and I had this conversation;

Moi: Ohmygod! Look how hot it is man! What do you reckon *Siew Leng*??
SL: mmm yeah, its ok lah.
Moi: Why lah?? Don't you think so?? I don't think my mother would agree with me in a pair of red shoes though.
SL: Yeah, I think I would have to agree with your mother. Its very ermm, very ah, ST.KILDA type lor!
Moi: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ohmygod! Was I just being compared to a prostitute!!! LOL! Is Red shoes really that bad??

Anyway,with a comment like that, I ended up buying a pair of black mary janes instead ;)

Of course my revenge to her was to blog this out and refer to her by chinese name *Siew Leng*. She hates her chinese name. hehehehe ;) SiewLeng,SiewLeng,SiewLeng!!!!!!!! HA! Padan Muka. Anyway see you tommorow yeah..Siew Leng!

Live,Love,Dream

HA! I tagged this off fonfon.
Fon: is this suppose to tittled- Live, Love, Dream???
Anyway here goes;

20 years ago (1986-age 3+)
-I was happy in Kemaman.
-I loved my smelly blanket and pillow.
-I dreamt of green witch from Wizard of Oz and that scared crap out of me- BIG TIME!!!.

15 years ago (1991-age 8+)
-I was still in Kemaman and loving it.
-I started loving chocolates.
-I dreamt of orang minyak-scary little dwarfs.

10 years ago (1996-age 13+)
-Hated and wanted to leave Kemaman- thought all the cool teenagers lived in KL.
-Loved jambu (guava) because I had a major crush on the Jambu Shop boy.
-I dreamt of making it big- In what?? Don't know..;p.

5 years ago (2001-age 18+)
-I moved to bloody Subang Jaya and was missing Kemaman more than anything else.
-I hated the world after finding out that there was a tumour in my dad's colon.
-That just gave me nothing but nightmares.

3 years ago(2003-age 20+)
-I lived in Melbourne and loved it.
-I loved my life.
-I dreamt of me falling from a from the sky and into the sea.

Last year (2005-age 22+)
-I lived in Melbourne-Hawthorn.
-I liked a boy.
-I dreamt about the future.

This year (2006-age23+)
-I am living in Melbourne-Diamond Creek.
-The boy I liked broke my heart.
-My dreams are shattered like a broken glass.

Yesterday (July25 2006)
-I stayed over at Ker Hui's.
-I loved the previous night out with Kerhui,Selina,Anu,Huey Yee,Julia and Sidney.
-I forgot to dream.

Today (July 26 2006)
-I am still alive (with a slight hangover).
-The boy whom I liked and broke my heart rang me out of the blue at 1.30 in the morning.
-Too tired to dream.

Tomorrow (July 27 2006)
-I hope I will stay alive.
-I hope I will be loved.
-I hope I will dream of all the good times.

Next year (2007-age 24)
-I hope to live strong.
-I hope to love love.
-I hope I will dream of good things.

5-10 years from now (you do the math)
-I will live life.
-I will love and be loved.
-I will dream of my past and its ups and downs and smile to myself.