My twenty-third birthday.

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Late, as always.
Where’s my blogging mojo?
I guess my working life kidnapped it!

My twenty-third mini birthday party will not have ‘succeeded’ if Mr.Ben decides not to lend me a helping hand.
I am such a troublesome girlfriend sometimes.
And I gave him even more trouble when he needs to cook together with me for the food.
Gosh he hates it but still he’ll do it because he loves me. /tak-malu haha


* He blew the balloons and hang it on the tree for me.

He actually took the time and Google on how we can decorate the place to make it looks nicer, more appealing to the eyes.
How thoughtful (:


* Along with my helium balloons.


* This post is actually bombarded with pictures of balloons.


* Pink carnation (:


* Seriously hate taking these polaroids with a camera.


* But my scanner doesn’t seem to work ):


* I look like a little girl here. Sorry if this makes you puke haha!


* Wo de bay ♥


* Hihihi, Bryan always looks so cute.


* I like floating helium balloons!


* Spot Poh Juan, trying to help us snap a picture.


* My balloons are kinda big! /happy


* The only person who’s willing to take pictures with me and ze balloons.


* Yan and me.


* One thing sad about balloon is that they will ‘die’. And I thought of keeping ’em till they ‘die’ but my annoying boyf set them free to the sky. Almost want to strangle him ):


* My birthday ‘cake’. Haven’t even started arranging my macaron, Alvin already took one and put it in his mouth. Almost strangle him too.


* Ending my post with a funny picture of me. /heheh

Just a simple birthday where some of my close friends celebrate it with me.
Appreciate much!
A big thank you to those who wish me and to those who made an effort to be with me on my birthday.
A big thank you to my love for doing so much, for all the surprises and love.
A big thank you to my parents for the life they gave me and thank you God for everything.

Oh wait, how can I even forget to mention this.
A big thank you to bff’s boyf Mah Weng Kee for letting me fill up his house with balloons, hah.

With ♥

Dare to Dream

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Everybody has got dreams in their life.
His dream is to become a millionaire, her dream is to travel the globe and their dream is to live a simple lifestyle.

And sometimes in life, your not-so-common-dream will be laugh at.
Sometimes, no one in the world believe in your dream. Nobody believe in your plan.
But does it matter? Maybe not as long as you believe in yours.

Why lead an ordinary life when we’re all gonna die at the end anyway. When no one escapes death.
I truly admire those who dare to dream, those who not only dream but dare to do things in a different way, who dare to take the road less/not taken, who dare to make things happen.
I admire their bravery, their guts. How they do not give a care in the world and do what they like, what they wish, and what makes them happy.

Let others be a step in front of you, or few steps if they may in terms of position or the money they get to earn.
I believe that as long as we’re all alive, chances will always be there for us to catch up and be a few steps ahead in return if you wish. Nothing is permanent.
But again does being in whatever position matters that much?
Might not be much to me.
I do not mind being slow. I do not mind earning a little less.
Because all that I want is to do what I like, feed my inner soul and be happy.

I do not in a million years want to regret on what I did not do and years down the road all that I can ask myself is ‘what ifs’.
I do not want ‘what ifs’ in my life.
There are indeed a few things which I regretted for not doing in life and it pulls me down because I know that I can never turn back time.

There’s a whole lot of rational thinkers out there but I’m sure I’m not one of them.
I’m just force to be one because of the voices around me, which I hate.
I am irrational. I am a dreamer. And I’ll continue being a person like such until one fine day where I get to prove to myself that I am right for trusting no one but me.

For I know that some of the greatest, most successful or happiest person who ever live on earth are irrational thinkers.

For people who laughed at me for going to Melbourne for 3 months; I learned how to cook, I learned how to take care of a house, I learned about Melbourne and their culture, I experienced something different, I experienced Autumn, and so much more.
And most importantly, I am happy, I feel contented, and it open up my vision.

In that 3 months, what have you learned and experienced?

Anyone can crash my dream in their mind, but no one can crash my dream in my mind.
I want to take the road less taken and I want to promise myself that I will.

Birthday Dinner at Bistro à Table

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Bistro à Table (pronounced “ah t-ah-bl”) in French literally means “to the table!”, a common term used in French households to gather family and friends around the table to feast.
The bistro food pays homage to modern French comfort food, while adopting local elements – we like to call it “adaptive French cuisine”.

The boyfriend had been wanting to try out Bistro à Table since some time back and he finally did when he brought me there on my birthday.
French cuisine it is, we both share a common love.
And before that, sorry for the low quality picture because I did not use flash in this dimly lit restaurant.


* Bistro à Table


* Decorated with light bulbs and plants.


* A very simple and casual interior they have.


* I would prefer siting at the table behind of me because there’s curtain’s surrounding that table and it just feels nicer somehow.


* My fatty (:


* Complimentary bread.


* This prawn is so good, no joke! The slightly burnt prawn when dip in the avocado sauce became a match made in heaven.


* Baked onion with shaved black autumn truffles, organic egg and melted Gruyere. The chef shaved the black truffles right in front of us and I just somehow feel like it’s more worth the money haha. This dish requires lots of skills I guess, I don’t know how they stuff the egg inside the onion.


* Cannelloni of Seared Scallops & School Prawns in Lobster Bisque & Indonesian Black Nut Tapenade. This fusion dish is very well executed, brings out a little Thai flavour while both the scallops and prawns are mad fresh.


* Truffled Mash Potatoes, eat this and you’ll be full.


* 8 hour slow-cooked traditional Roast Lamb, not the most creative dish. Maybe we should have order another dish instead.

I had a great birthday dinner and I really enjoyed the food, thanks to the boyfriend. (:
It seems like he prefer Bistro à Table more than Nathalie’s but both to me are equally good.
Really appreciate French cuisine!

Total bill came up to about Rm250.

Bistro à Table

6 Jalan 17/54
46400 Petaling Jaya
Selangor.

03 7931 2831

Money, the root of almost everything.

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Financial crisis, sticking to me like a big fat bitch leech.
Constantly sucking all my money out from my bank account, leaving it as dry as a desert.

Things weren’t that bad, everything was still under my control until I lost something so important which lead to yet another financial crisis.
Here I am, bearing the consequences of being a clumsy girl which cost more than my one month salary.
Yes, fml indeed.

I was pissed off yesterday morning, for not getting my pay on time because what I’m left with is the last drip of ‘water’.
So the news that reached me yesterday morning is not the most pleasant thing to hear.

Debt, debt, and more debts. Money, money, and ……… Y U NO AND MORE MONEY!?
I have yet to jump from Penang bridge feeling like a bankrupt woman because I have really good friends around me to give me a helping hand.
They helped me a lot through all these years, whenever I needed them and I cant thank them enough.
So much that I’m about to say, ‘ngo yat sai dou wan mm sai’.

The fact that my mom ( who has got a heart as emotionless as a stone just kidding ) stop giving me allowance 6 years back during form 5 really taught me how to be independent and indebt.
I wouldn’t say it’s a BAD thing though sometimes when things got out of hand I’ll get piss at the whole concept she came out with.
Work if you want money and there’s no way I can get even ten bucks from her if there’s no solid reason and the solid reason is most of the time when I need it for seeing a doctor.
This, I die die also force her to pay lorh since she’s not paying me allowance and my uni fees.

People my age, a lot of them are already feeding their own car, feeding themselves, and feeding their family.
As for me, what I manage to do at this moment is just feeding myself and two months later give a portion of my salary to my mom.
This is all I can do for the moment, not up to my expectation but anyhow I’m still proud of myself when I know that there is also a lot of people my age still asking shit loads of money from parents, swiping credit cards, not working and not doing anything meaningful.
But then again who wouldn’t want to be in that position? Stress free!

Money, it can either create problems or solve problems.
I remember when I was young, my uncle’s then girlfriend told me that money is something one should look at when you’re in a relationship.
My answer to her was, “NO! As long as I love my boyfriend or husband, I don’t mind him being poor.”
Was I naive? Maybe yes, maybe not.
Of course, at this point I still don’t think it’s all about money and I will love my another half no matter what.
But having said that, money somehow or rather can still be an issue in a relationship sometimes.
Especially when both are mad broke.

But one thing for sure, I will never feel the pressure that I need to dress myself up in branded clothing just because my another half has got the ability to dress himself up in them.
Or I will never feel the pressure to dress my another half in branded clothing just because I have the ability to dress myself up in them. (having the ability to dress myself up in those, of course have yet to happen and might take a million years though I hope not)
To be in that position that brings pressure, is somewhat pathetic.

Money, they do buy happiness.
Maybe short term happiness, or maybe not.
But without money,……. you do the imagination.

One fine day when I earn big bucks, I swear I’m gonna buy my mom a five figure Ebel watch because the Ebel she’s wearing now should be put in the museum. She bought it for herself at the age of 21!
That watch is even older than me!

That one fine day better come!

Happy Birthday to Us.

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Us?
Yes, my blog and I. (:

I’m 23 (not liking the number) and my blog is 5.
My blog grows with me, it is to me a mini story book of my own.
A little something for me to ‘flip’ through when I feel like reminiscing.

Right now, right here I would love to express my gratitude to people I know, to people who left a mark in my life be it tiny or a big mark; for all the good and the bad, for all the love and the hate.
For all that I learned how to appreciate everything a little more.

The long-ass-post below is not by me, obviously.
It’s written by my bff, her first blog post and I can tell that she’s having fun writing the essay HAHA! :p
Thank you bff for praising me when I’m not even half as good haha!
Thank you bff for the wish and thank you bff for everything!
We will one day, get to celebrate each other’s birthday again. Worry not (:

Birthday post coming up soon, I hope.
Till then.

Not a post by Peggy Chow

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Hmm, hello? Wtf I know that’s lame. But ya, I’m not Peggy Chow who is writing this post. I’m a shameless friend of her to ask her to give me this opportunity to write a blog post. I just feel like writing out of a sudden. D:

I’ve knew her for long, well I would say it’s long enough for me and her to get this strong bond. As we grow older (fml I think we are getting older aren’t we?) I realize it’s just so hard to get a friend like that. It’s never easy. I remember clearly some words from a very good friend of both of us. She said “friends are forever”. I never quite thought about it until I heard it from her, and like I said earlier, as days go by, people come and go, those who actually made the effort to stay, is rare. We can always understand each other easily, even people around us who is actually listening to our conversation don’t really know what we actually on about, we sort of like having a secret language or code, that can only understand by me and her. And I’m loving it. (:

Think properly, it’s actually harder to maintain a friendship than a relationship. Well, at least to me it is. Friendship doesn’t involve commitment, it’s based purely on trust. You are not obliged to update what’s happening around you lately, you are not obliged to keep in touch with them, you do it on your own, your own will. What more when I’m not even around her? I’m in this land, far away from home, it’s even harder with the huge time difference that we got. But nevertheless, we still make it through and here I am, writing my very first blog post. (:

In this month of November, which is kinda special to me. Probably is me that having too much time in my hand, makes me think even more. This is our favorite month I must say, and the reason for it is clear. *evil grins*
But ironically, we only celebrated each other’s birthday for once. Ya, you got me right, it’s only once in these 7 freaking years. I think we got some curse for it or something. )): is there anyone out there that can break the curse for us? D:

For me leaving my beloved country to live and study overseas it’s a really good experience I must say. It tells me a theory that I’ve already knew “幸福不是必然” I knew it, but I never actually felt the meaning of it, not until I leave Malaysia. Friend like this never easy to find and I must say that I’m very very very lucky to have one. Families that are always with me is precious.They are my everything. They are there no matter what I’ve done, how rebellious I was, they are there to forgive me, encourage me, giving me support and what not. They are everything that I needed.

Relationship, going overseas is killing, LDR is never fun, you don’t feel like you’re actually in a relationship when you are having a LDR. Everything feels so unreal, all you do is, video calling as if he’s beside you when you needed him. But it’s never the same, you wouldn’t get cuddle, you wouldn’t get kisses like you normally do. Everything is just so surreal. But I guess that I’m blessed, he didn’t love me any lesser, he still loves me like I never left before. Sometimes I wonder, what have I done in my past life to deserve such a perfect guy like him? I think it’s miracle (:

I think I’m pretty blessed. Good friends, good families and a good relationship. What can I ask more? How can one not blessed when you have a friend like Peggy Chow, that will share all my ups and down. She never went away when I was down, she’s always there when I needed her, she’s always here to share all my happiness and the downside in my life. She’s the one who will cheer me up when I’m not, giving me advice when I’m confused, opening me up when I’m overly stubborn. I’m blessed to have her.

But here again, another year that I couldn’t sing happy birthday song to my bff. The thought itself makes me sad already. )): but nevertheless, I know that she will still have a great one with her love one around her, and this makes me feel better and happy for her, truly from the bottom of my heart. (:

Okay, I think I’m writing a really really long essay here. I guess I should stop rambling in case you guys got too bored and blame Peggy Chow for this >< And lastly, happy birthday Peg, may you have a great one. (: Lots of love. xx Sincerely, Your partner in crime

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