coming soon is here.

i couldn't help myself.

last pieces from russia.

had a wonderful time shopping. i really do consider them all as my birthday gifts 2011.

thank you shek, naj, claire, doris, aka, jenna, charles, khiong,dumin,cherrie.

*buttocks*

coming soon

one full minute is enough

papa's roses

I wrote a story about my Mother

I wrote a story about my mother gambling.
We were in the same school. She was a teacher.
She saw my English essay book wide-open on the table that evening after school.
This wouldn't have happened if Mrs.Ong didn't correct every sentence with her damn red ink.
My mother would have keep sweeping and leave.

I got a scolding from Mother, she said it embarrassed her.
But I was proud to write that story, and to say sometimes she gets real lucky and everybody is happy.
But Mother said these are private things, it should remain that way
Again i read my essay,
 I had written somewhere that Grandma scolded her for not cooking the rice when its dinner time.

empty beer bottle

My dad was tipsy once during dinner in 1990s. He grabbed one of the few emptied beer bottles on the table. They were either Carlsberg or Tiger Beer I don't remember I was 9. Then he crumpled the aluminium stickers we had torn off from the bottles into small balls and started dropping them in. We ( the children ) were looking at each other giggling at our papa, who was also giggling, anticipating this super scientific thing he was showing.

Lastly, he took the a wine cork ( which means there should have been wine too ), examined it with one eye closed then put it on the mouth of the bottle and push and push and push it in. 'pop' it went in.

And he turned the bottle up-side-down and said " Constipation."

while reading about the thyroid gland....

I recalled my brother saying -
Girls don't know the difference between 'need' and 'want'. They just need everything.

beautiful girl

practically shop lifting

I had such a good time just now! I've returned home with an empty wallet, 2 bags of under-priced and super fashionable, old but brand new great pieces and a huge smile on my face. 

For myself, i think i shop best with just old jeans and a large sweater on. I'm over the moon now. Bye! 

oh how we grew up and older

                                                             
                                                      tea house - cameron highlands 2004

 -all do serious face.
 -i say serious face

-stop laughing Yen! wack u~~~

-serious face.

-OK, now can smile, hey hey~

god's playing me

remember my 20.000 story.
well, today i was again handed more money than supposed by the tour agency again and i had to correct them again. wtf right.
at least i took my rightful amount and will never step into that office again. nasty thoughts no more.

What Men Live By

I am thinking about this collection of short stories and i remember that i didn't know what is a ruble and kopeek. i was 12 whn i read for the first time " What Men Live By " by Leo Tolstoi (funny name i had thought) and it got me glued and totally absorbed for 8 pages and even though i didn't recognize some of the bombastic words for a 12 year old, i remember could feel every emotion and godly lesson Leo taught. Even though the enlightenment wasn't very vivid as i was still a child and didn't know much about life and people I would feel this sense of being human living in a world where all happiness are expressed and all poverty n sadness stay well-hidden. I would finish reading the rest of the other short-stories in that book and i would close the book and lay on my bed still pondering on what men live by, thinking deep searching for the hidden meaning of those heavy sentences. i must have read it another 3/4 times throughout my teenage years and it gets more meaningful each time. whenever i catch the sight of this book, my heart melts a little.

See how life can be. Maybe it was destiny as i am now in the land of rubles n kopeeks and my heart skipped a beat as i realize how fate turned out for me. This is a gift from god.

gleefully dumb.

who wouldn't love a dose of her?

i am no butterfly

Butterflies, hop flower to flower, give them attention and time, take sweetness  in exchange, doesn't leave a print,
but i am no butterfly, i fail in this social game.