In darkness

A loud scream awake her. She lies on her bed, eyes wide open, trying to work her brain on what just happened. It was all dark. She remembered falling asleep not long ago. Just then, there were more mumbling voice. She shivered, fearing the most. She didn't dare to stir one bit. She knew he was frustrated and unable to sleep. He was making lots of weird noise which sounded like he was drunk. No, she figured it must be the drugs. There was no way he had drank earlier and from the way he sounded, that just didn't seem right. He continued swearing and spitting out his phlegm. Why did this happened now? She was supposed to have an early morning next day. She peek at the time, 1.57a.m. Sweats trickled down her back. She still didn't dare to move an inch. The past memories all came back to her. She dread the past would repeat and felt like running away. She realized she fear him.

He was turning a lot and suddenly she could hear that he was getting up. She freeze, closing her eyes shut, praying to God. He went out. A huge relief and she started shifting her position to the left so that she could see him when he returns. He did. It did not get better, he still mumbled all the weird sounds. She kept still, keeping her guard. It went on for some time before everything turned blur and she was transported to another dimension.

Miss Potter

Not all movies get my attention, especially when it involves too much of prim and proper style of olden days English. However, i gotta give thumbs up to this particular movie "Miss Potter", a true story of Beatrix Potter, the famous author for children's literature and also landscape and natural artist, farmer and conservationist. I think i like it better than Pride and Prejudice. It was witty, enchanting, touching, unpredictable twist and inspiring.

Miss Potter's "friends", I adore the most:

Peter Rabbit (her fav drawing - bunny)

Jemima Puddle Duck (a very stupid one)

Though her stories were simple, but i love the way the it goes, something enchanting that brought me back to my excitement as a child. The feeling of eagerly waiting to know what happened next.

I think i could watch it again :)

I'm blessed!

Since Japan's catastrophe, I'm feeling more grateful for everything i have in my life. Today, to be able to eat in Theobroma and taste tutti frutti for the first time (something i will not eat normally, both add up would cost me my almost one week expenses) and seeing Andy Lau, though from afar, I felt blessed. It carves a smile on my face, I feel contented and happy for the life i have. 

Theobroma

For chocolate lover, must try - Belgian waffles and Princess of Island

Tutti Frutti

My very own mixture:

 lychee + pomegranate + passion fruit (yogurt) + raisin + choco chips + cornflakes (toppings)

-love the yogurt more,  thus the lack of interest in adding much toppings though there were lots of choices

Yes, that's him, Andy Lau, the small tinie-tiny man in white shirt in the middle of the stage.

That's how close i get to see him and how big the crowd is in One Utama.

A very good day to me and and cheers to my bright and shiny day tomorrow  : D

YES or NO

What do you do when a stranger approach you and ask for money? Of cos, you would ignore. Then again, what if they explained the purpose was for charity? Would you ignore? How do you know these people are trustworthy? In company law, there's good business judgment rule in making a decision. In real life, street smart perhaps? So, with numerous cases of con artists in town, you determined to say NO in your heart. Then again, the look on their face, doubled up with the certs, IC, pics of those handicapped kids, yada yada yada starts to make you melt and consequently, RM XX goes to his hand. To make yourself feel better, you tell to your friend, his face looks so genuine. So just move on, is charity anyway. So you continue your journey down the road and before you know it, a bunch of people circled you, telling you to buy their handmade stuffs. They were so sweet to the extend of offering to hold your stuffs while you pen down your name. See how it starts, they say they just want you to write your name. When you start moving away, they stop you, hey listen "We need you to buy our stuff ." The price was super ex, and mind you, this was not even for charity. It was for some kind of marketing programme or competition they have, if we buy it, they get some points. Who sells stuffs just like this? That's like extortion. Small teddy for RM 60? I don't even owned a RM60 soft toy. They even go to the extend of commenting that i look mix - to be exact, i' look like korean. Seriously? (k, can't totally condemn him, maybe he really thought so, but still to me it sounds ridiculous) Yea, so me being soft heart again, gave away RM XX, comforting myself someday i might be involved in this weird competition extorting people for money too. Wish them luck and walk off.

So the point is was i being street smart in the end? Think i was thinking with my heart more than my brain.

Bummer, one time yes i get it, but twice in a row....how did that happen to me?  Well, i guess i just believe the world out there has really nice people. Naive me, when i came back, i was thrown the newspaper of the day on all the con artists stories. 

See, how hard this gets for girl like me to survive in this world. Say YES or NO????

Change

We all have a comfort zone. It feels safe to be there because we know the neighbourhood, the people and it reminds us of all the good memories we had.  Sometimes, we just got to remember, we gonna get older and we do not want to linger in the past. We have to change. Take that big step and grow out of it. Reminded me of a quote i keep hearing;

"Changes is the only constant thing in life"