Saturday, June 13, 2009
Taste Invasion @ KL CENTRAL
Monday, May 18, 2009
It struck me
It’s been two years since I moved to Kaye Residence and I still haven't feel like I’m home. In the morning I would wake up on my bed and wonder where I am. I know for certain many people would kill to be in my shoes. It’s not that I’m ungrateful for this lovely house and all its luxury. Somehow it just doesn't feel like home well at least not until now.
Almost everyday I wondered the streets of KL and PJ running errands, going to my French classes and sometimes just well… wonder around. I will visit my favorite restaurants or malls, eat my favorite food and occasionally meet up with my friends for drinks.
Times had changed I used to do so many things with my friends especially watching movies but now I am reduced to watching good movies alone, eat alone and doing many things alone. Yes I’m a bit sad but I can’t blame anyone because everyone has his or her own new life now. Me? I think I’m still holding on to my past, never really accepted that I had long left the KL life and house I used to have which by the way answered the question why Kaye Residence doesn’t feel like home.
These realization or rather exception occurs to me when I was out at the mini mart near my house. As I was walking towards my car I gaze upon the empty plot of land opposite the mini mart. The sky was really beautiful that day, great blue skies with cotton white clouds. At this precise moment I realized that I am here at this place. I’m home. It may not be as it used to be for me with friends around and malls to loom about but this is home. I have to learn to except that I have to be here and I belong here or else I will still be lost and holding on to things I that know are falling apart. It struck me; everyone I know has a different new life now. I should start mine too.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Happily Never After
Pussycat Dolls - Happily Never After
"I dont think I want this anymore"
As she drops the ring to the floor
She says to herself "You've left before
This time you will stay gone , thats for sure"
And he shattered something as
She dragged her suitcase down the path
To the driveway
She had never gone that far
Normally this would be
The time that she
Would let him talk her out of leaving
But this time, without crying
As she got into her car
She said
No..
Happily never after
That just aint for me Because finally
I know, I deserve better, after all
I'll never let another teardrop fall
[Happily Never After Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]
As she drove away she starts to smile
Realized she hadn't for a while
No destination, she drove for miles
Wonderin' why she stayed in such denial
Laughing about the way he shattered something as
She dragged her suitcase down the path
To the driveway
She had never gone that far
Normally this would be
The time that she
Would let him talk her out of leaving
But this time, without crying
As she got into her car
She said
No..
Happily never after
That just aint for me Because finally
I know, I deserve better, after all
I'll never let another teardrop fall
I'm done , I'm done
Said I'm so done
So done, I'm done, I'm done
I'm free, I'm free, I'm free
Free to be me
She inhales an air she'd never breathed before
The air of no drama, no more
She said
No..
Happily never after
That just aint for me Because finally
I know, I deserve better, after all
I'll never let another teardrop fall
(3x)
..another teardrop fall
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Youth 09 Creative Mafia Bazaar
Friday, December 19, 2008
Introducing TASTE INVASION
Taste Invasion which will be the brand name of my home made pastry business will be participating on various flea markets around KL. Look out for updates on the mentioned activities on the blog. Other than that Taste Invasion had established a Facebook Group, all members are updated via personal msges. Here is my pride and joy logo!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
I'm gonna
Miss pigging out chef’s pastries coz I want to save mine and pig out at home
Miss the housewives and their drama
Miss chatting with the uncle who parked my car every week at the valet
Miss Taylor’s…