In Loving Memory of Fiffy.....

Yesterday, 26th June 2009, my very first dog Fiffy passed away peacefully at 11.45 a.m. She has been suffering major illness due to old age so I was kinda relieve that she finally gets to end it all. But what I regretted the most was when Fiffy decided to leave us when Daddy is not around. The day before, my parents went with Jeno to Penang. Fiffy has always been Daddy's best friend. Since Fiffy was aggressive by nature, Daddy was the only one never been bitten by her.
I still remember when Fiffy came into our lives. It was early 1997. Bryan came home one evening with a skinny brown female puppy. She was already about 3-4 months old and my siblings decided to named her Fiffy. I was so scared of her that whenever she came near me, I ran away. I remember my family lets Fiffy to stay inside the house and I'll be having my lunch with all my legs on the chair. It took me a while before I could get used to the idea of having a dog. You see,I was not born with the love for animals. This is a passion I acquired after living with dogs for over a decade. Just when I was getting use to the idea of having a dog, Fiffy gave birth to nine puppies. Owh my, imagine the joy! Nine puppies!! All were so damn cute. I remembered they were white ones, brown ones, black ones, even with patches. We decided to keep two, one white, Egor and brown, Shadow. Egor later became my most trusted best friend. But unfortunately, he passed away on the 28-08-2006, 9 years of such wonderful memories. I missed him dearly. I would give anything in the world to get him back. But, wishes can only go so far. Shadow on the other hand is still with us, 12 years old and still going handsomely strong :) Fiffy gave birth to two more batches after that, once a year. And on the last batch, we got Chance @ Kuchen. This is another tragic case. I do not wish to elaborate as it will make me shed more tears. Plus,it's Fiffy's turn. So,we burried Fiffy next to Egor and Kuchen. Very nostalgic as Fiffy finally return to her sons. Aboy and Kikiz was with me yesterday. We dug her grave while it was drizzling. Hopefully she likes it. I am very sad that she's gone,but somehow,I couldn't shed any tears. I don't know why.. After the burial, we went back Kuching feeling rather emotional. The news about Micheal Jackson's death shocked the world. The whole universe were mourning his death, and deep down,I feel they were mourning Fiffy's death too. Fiffy has always been the Diva in our family, and she choose to die as one too by sharing the same D.O.D. with the King..

Going to buy the new Incubus Album Monuments and Melodies today!

Incubus made a post yesterday,telling all their fans to post a shout out about their new album..Monuments and Melodies is their greatest hits album,so its worth every penny. Tomorrow,I'll hit The Spring to get me one of those.Problem is now I have no money. So I really hope I win the contest. I won the SUM 41 All Killer No Filler before and I want this one too.



I have always been in love with Incubus. Especially Brandon Boyd. Come to think of it,it's how I made friends with Yohan. And the song, Certain Shade of Green is how I got my self falling for John. Hahaha.. If I could have one wish, it would be for Incubus playing a live performance on my wedding day. Yohan, John, Marcus and I went to their show in Sunburst 2008. Words alone can't portray my feelings..
Yup,we were this close..Bet not many of you can say you were this close to the performing Incubus,rite?

All right, girls, I know.. He is HAWTT HAWTTT HAWTTTTT!!! When he took off his shirt, I went crazy!!!

Well, during this one song (Pistola), not many of us know the lyrics,luckily that song was from my fav album and I sang along Brandon. He noticed!! And pointed at me!! Hahahahaha.. We saw eye to eye, literally.. I was like "Father,into your hands,I command my spirit",I was so content that I was ready to die. It was beautiful, beautiful moment..

Could it be possible that I am in love again?

Lately,my heart ached like never before. Probably too much alcohol, boys and all the endless dramas. I needed a break. And I did just that. Yesterday,as suggested by my latest edition of adorable friends,Mr. Hilton Smith,I "ber-asmara-dana" with my one true love, John. John and I has been dating for three years now. He picked me up and we hit the town doing whatever our hearts desired. We went to Waterfront. The sun set view was so majestic and being able to witness its beauty with him made me forget about my hangover, the boys and the dramas. I decided not to take any pictures cause I want to have a reason for me coming back here often. Talking to him,while looking into his adoring eyes,made me feel like flying and explode. That same familiar feeling, I felt, was when I first fell in love. Ironically,to the same guy. :) Could it even be possible? Well, it did, right? It's impossible not to be in love with him. The way he looked at me,he doesn't have to say that he loves me, I already knew. Even after three years...Am I going to marry this guy? Not sure yet. Will I be able to love him forever? Can't tell. But what I know now is that, I love being with him. Every damn moment.I love the way he loves me. And I pray to God that this silly thing called LOVE He blessed me with will last.And I thanked Him for sending me this angel. However deep in love I am in,a word of advise from Mr. Smith still rings in my ears, No Glove, No Love. hehehe... adios..

One of our first pic together. 3 years back..

A Story Of A Butterfly...

This is a story of a butterfly...


For years I have been a caterpillar. I pray each day that

I might be granted with my own set of glorious wings. God

kept telling me in all of our conversations through my

prayers that I am not ready for it and that the time will

come.But,I was pretty sure that I am ready. One faithful

day, I finally did.I was finally a butterfly. I flew

gracefully the first night. The night was mild, everything

was so spontaneous and honey was on every flower I landed

on. The second night however,there was a whirlwind. I hung

on this particular piece of flower which I had my eye on

ever since I was still a caterpillar. This is the same

flower that made me so eager to grow my wings. I tasted

its sweet intoxicating nectar and I thought all my dreams

came true.That nothing in the world can take this away

from me. That night,I couldn't really remember what

happen.One quick gush knocked me out cold.The next

night,the final night,I can't seem to get to the same

flower. I saw so many butterflies had their share of its

honey,but not me. I was so puzzled. What did I missed? It

was then, I realized, I lost my wings. That flower was

poisonous. By having my share of its honey,the poison

crippled my wings. My wings were taken away by the same

flower that gave them to me. And with that, I'm back to

who I am, what I'm supposed to be, just that, a

caterpillar.

Ohhh Baby...

Last night, we went visiting at Ricky's kampung. Well, actually, it's Ricky, Braden and Hilton's kampung. Thila's driving. And I officially drunk. Another first time for me. It's all because of Gin. I hate it. But they made me.. The last thing I remembered was main nama-nama negara and I lost at the alphabet N. Then, one last shot, blank. Next thing I knew, I was on my bed in BDC, all clean and dry. How I get here, it's a mystery. Tonight we'll have another round. Hehehe..