2nd day of Lunar New Year

The mystification concluded by my friends from my posts on twitter was I'm going through some stark conundrum recently. Facebook and Twitter are equally grievous I suppose. It was pretty capricious when I realized some friends are following me on these social networks and occasionally, I received regards from them about my shout-outs. It was then I noticed those who read. Anyhow, when we met up for mamak session, I was told by Michele that Ley Lynn had told her to shower me with more concern cuz I sounded 'depressed' on twitter. Wa wa wa. I didn't know I was that emo.

That night was all about prediction of who among us will be married first. Assuming this is the talk for people at this age, huh? But I really would love to be the maid of honor for one of these close friends, like really really looking forward to. Alicia, Michele and Lee Kuan came to my domicile for a sleepover that night. Sze Ting was there too, joining us for a longing pillow talk and slumber party, munching titbits while chatted till dawn broke. We'd made plans to go for roti canai early that morning and senselessly rang up all the girls for breakfast. Surprisingly, many turned up at freaking 7.30am which was indeed beyond our expectations. We went for nasi lemak instead at the stall we used to purchase each a packet for tea break during high school. Total awesomeness.

Alvin and Chuan Bee came over to my place to visit cuz I baked some cupcakes for them and we were hooked up with camera at my residence. Aik Munn joined us for supper later on.

The BEE cupcake, made specially for Chuan BEE!

1st day of Lunar New Year

... we're all dressed up for a family photography session at home. This is where I call, HOME. While uploading the pictures, I noticed how much everyone has aged especially grandma. A day before, on the eve, I insisted to color the gray of her hair which I successfully did. She does look a decade younger (thank God!). Noticed too that my cousin, Michele, looks really gorgeous in her new look. That young girl is now the belle of our home with the curves and height of a model. I feel like a dwarf standing next to my most of my cousins, seriously, even after slipping on a pair of heels, 3 inches high that doesn't help much. I think they feed on growth hormone after reaching puberty and I had to defend my height with the excuse that I'm slightly taller than those who are aged below 12. d: Oh by the way, I'm the eldest in this generation. :D

Naomi and Michelle

Mommy and xiaoyi

Michelle (18), Naomi (13). I don't remember looking this beautiful and mature at such tender age.

My elegant sanyi.

Dashing cousin, Danny!

大团圆

The paternal side relatives had stopped the tradition of dining together after grandma passed away, so all us go for independent scattered reunion. I still find myself being a foreigner to my them. 家家有本难念的经. That was the phrase I heard occasionally from my 外婆(grandma) when I was young. But still with a little effort engaged, we tried communicating in politeness.

Reunion dinner is often taken together with my maternal side of the family and having grandaunt who plays the chief chef for almost all our meals at home. She's the best cook, I reckon! As for this year, I was the last to reach home when everyone was already asking for my whereabouts. I skipped the job of driving the elderly all around town for groceries shopping as I would previously. That night was nevertheless filled with warmth and laughter, something what money can't buy.

YAMMMMMM TONGGGGGG!!!!!

Greetings!

Hello! and HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! May this wabbit year brings you joy, wealth and wisdom. Have a wonderful year ahead!

Sorry to those who've been waiting eagerly for the photos taken these few days. Had been seriously busy with gatherings and activities till I hardly had additional time to come online. Will post the pictures when I get back to Malacca tomorrow! This year's celebration was eventful, but... *deep sigh* I just realized the week is coming to an end and surgery is starting officially on Monday. Screwed max! ):

If sorry could turn back time...

Tip tap, tip tap. That was the melodious raindrops that trembled my eardrums before I entered my sleep and somewhere at the end of a nightmare, I was awaken. With the same melody ringing, I drew my comforter and fell back into dreams. 11.30am. The room was gloomy when I coerced my sleepy, shadowed eyes to brace the streaks of luminosity coming from the windows and the light had not hit the gloom on the gray since then. Four years ago, that was the weather I loved the most when rain ruled the climate and went on for days in Manipal, not giving the sun a chance to emerge. Now, after 24 hours and counting, I'm ripped into melancholy, not to mention engulfing all the bluesy music I could have possibly gotten from Youtube.

I chanced upon this song by Anthony Neely entitled Sorry That I Loved You. Pleasing melody yet touchy lyrics. A friend left a note of appreciation, thanking me for posting it. The lyrics expressed all that has been stomping him and how he wished it's conveyed to another girl. Having a relationship that puts forth a question mark plugs another relationship from beginning. That was what he tenderly told me. After a talk, I realized this is the note I wished I had received few months back. Sometimes memories are just there to haunt relentlessly yet there's nothing you can do about them.

The Roaring 1920s

When our class representative announced the date for this year's annual night and it would go with the theme, The Roaring 1920s, I was trying to recall what it was for last year. Red Carpet that was, yet I couldn't recall what I wore that night. It was only after some time I remembered I wasn't there but somewhere else for a good dinner. That was a year ago and my memory is getting poorer, I persist.

So, 1920s' quite a tricky theme to dress up for. Even my grandma wasn't born in that decade. Most of my friends were already scouting for clothes and accessories while I was still mulling over a vogue to go with. I had no intention to buy a new dress knowing myself being one of those who do not offer my clothes a second chance. Whenever there's an event, I'd be tempted to get a new outfit which explains why most of my dresses are worn only once. My fashionista suggested a cheongsam cuz it's sexy. Oh, I don't literally mean I look sexy, but well, going oriental sounded like a good idea. Nothing fussy, nothing foofoo. Not even the gothic eyes I adore cuz my eyes were formed in such a way that they look peculiar when they're smokey. I could only waterline the lash lines. My hair was plaited and tied into a bun with Subi, my hairstylist, helping me with the hair do.

It was a good, long night after all, mounted with laughters when we saw our lecturers performing.