Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
The dangerous thing is: you have only one split second to decide. And when you do, you can’t turn back. Because it reflects on you. It reflects on your principles and beliefs. It reflects on your characteristics and personality which have first won the hearts of those who loved you. Question is, “Do you want to hang on to them while the world sorts herself out and enters your life again? Do you have the strength?”
Think about it – before you close down all your messenger accounts, Facebook, YouTube, Friendster, Multiply, Hi5 and even your blog. You don’t need a new virtual birth to start anew (or a new email account or blog url or messenger). All you need is the strength to tell people that you have changed. It’s that simple. But do you have the guts? I dare you!
P/s: Erasing doesn’t mean there will be no trail of the history.
Mini Bites of the day: Always be grateful for the past that has shaped the person you are today and the person you will be tomorrow.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
This is the first Danielle Steel book I picked up upon receiving great reviews from many booklovers out there about how incredible her novels are. So obviously, I didn't fall in love with the front cover. It was simply too boring to look at. Front cover plays a main role in deciding if potential readers pick up a book. In this area, Summer's End has completely lost appeal (to me). I thought twice before purchasing it at a book sales last month.
"Deanna believed she had everything she'd ever wanted. Diamonds, a beautiful home, a handsome successful husband who adored her. But Marc-Edouart led a jet-set life as an international lawyer and for three months - all summer - Deanna would be alone. Until Ben found her. And together they found happiness on the sun-drenched beaches. But they knew their dream had to end. They also knew that they couldn't live without each other. But Deanna and Ben hadn't foreseen the devastating changes that would happen to them by the time they faced... summer's end."
And so, at least the short synopsis at the back of the novel captured my attention. Summer's End is a slow story of a beautiful love between two individuals who knew from the very start that they shouldn't be falling in love with one another. But they can't help it. Who can when Love strikes? And so as her husband travelled throughout the summer, Deanna willingly let herself fall in love with another man with hope that when summer ends, she can let go of this love and pretend it is a dream. However, could True Love ever be just a dream?
Danielle Steel unfolds this story in a very slow pace, capturing every small detail from how Deanna meets someone new and falls in love. Every chapter along the way she paints a detailed image of the characters from their physical appearances to their deepest soul. She places all of them in place so that you get to see the whole picture from the very start of the story. However, it turned out to be a little too straighten-out for me as the story reads more like a movie script than an engaging novel. It felt dragging from the third chapter onwards. And captions of French words and sentences in between the pages were quite a distraction for a non-French reader like me.
All in all, if you are into a slow romance story that's rich with emotions and details, Summer's End is the book for you. Otherwise, go pick up something else.
Mini Bites of the day: The only way you will run from your problems is by running in circles; you will only lose them when you face them.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Not only that, they plugged off my phone line too! Talk about being harassed at work, it is about time that my team realised how much of a (telephone) operator job I do. I am practically the department helpline when I am around. People call from all over the nation to ask every question under the sun about the bank's corporate identity and related issues. As much as it irritates everyone else, I actually kinda enjoy the interaction. Little distraction like this makes time move a little faster when I am having a long day at work.
P/s: At least no one will be bugging me this week as all enquiries have been directed to them. It will take some time for people to realise that I am back. And I AM back!
Mini Bites of the day: You'll only know what you have when you lose it.
Monday, May 25, 2009
P/s: Alice, I can't believe I bought more books when I only read two out of 25 books I bought at the Big Bad Wolf Book Sales last weekend!! I should ban myself from book purchases till the end of the year, but the bargain was too good to be ignored.
Mini Bites of the day: The simple things in life are often more complicated than you see; the complex things in life are often more simple than you think.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
V Valentine is the greatest playgirl in her community. Her beauty and intelligence give her the upper hand when it comes to hookups with guys. She gets to choose who to hookup with and how long. And thus far, she has only been with the same one guy for two weeks - never more. She simply enjoys bouncing from one guy to another, just like her mom does with her boyfriends. However, everything changes in a hockey game when a hockey puck shoots towards her and she landed in the lap of Sam Almond. She has thought that it would be just another fortnight fling, but relationship takes on a new definition with Sam. And when she screws up between them, she doesn't know what to do next but to run as far as she could from the one she loves.
Guyaholic may be just another high school love story. But with Carolyn Mackler's trademark blend of humour, Guyaholic turns out to be quite an enjoyable read even to the adults. With each page, I am reminded of how it was like growing up and entering adulthood. The problems which V Valentine faced in the story are incredibly realistic and relate-able.
At the end of the day, I finished the novel learning the one thing which I have learnt so long ago: That you can only run away from your feelings for as long as it takes before you must deal with it (somehow). And that makes Guyaholic one of the best books I have ever read this year.
Mini Bites of the day: You can run away from your feelings, but for how long?
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I am thinking of moving out. It would mean spending more money on rental and everything else on a monthly basis, and it would not be a small amount of money. In times like this, it sure sounds like a foolish idea. But I have been thinking all week - Would I rather save more money for the future and be stressed out each time I am home with my family, or would I rather have less wealth so that I could have peace of mind when I go home each night? The latter sure sounds like the perfect solution. Perhaps I should work something out. What do you think? Help me out here...
Mini Bites of the day: Taking the first step towards your wants is the only thing you can do to get things started.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Yesterday, I went to watch $ell.Ou7! (Sell Out!) with my sister at Mid Valley Golden Screen Cinemas. We have watched the trailers on YouTube and read many great reviews about this local movie. And I am one who supports the local scene when it comes to non-commercial ones simply because they always tell a better story from a better perspective. Though it's always smart to go into the cinema with as little expectation as possible. $ell.Ou7! turns out to be to be hilarious with its local twist of humour and jokes. The storyline is not too silly or predictable - a very good way to keep the audience guessing what's next while laughing their ass off scenes that take place in every day life. A movie that every Malaysian should be proud of indeed!
Later in the evening, I went out with Flo to watch a midnight movie. It was exactly what I needed as I was having a hell-ride through the week. (I know, I am on holidays, and how could I have a hell-ride when I am taking a break from work - but taking a break from work means zooming back into life and my life hasn't been exactly pleasant.) And we chose another comedy. My state of self was definitely not up to smart movies such as Angels & Demons, StarTrek or anything alike. I just wanted to crack up and laugh and enjoy the blissfulness of having an empty mind. And an empty mind is hard to come for me - I am a thinker by nature.
Ahhh... it's so good to see the good friends in the museum coming alive again in Night At The Museum 2. Their wittiness and sense of humour totally tickled my funny bones as I laughed from one scene to another. As much as I dislike Ben Stiller, he really came through in this comedy. I guess all it takes for a good comedy is a strong story concept and lots of smart funny lines. I wished life could be that way too.
Well, today is the last day of my holidays. I will have to report back to work at the bank this coming Monday. I can't believe it! The holidays just whizzed off in a lightning and what have I done? Nothing but wishful thinking on the beach and secretly checking my office email from home (I am a workaholic!). I didn't even spend time writing because I didn't know where to begin. Blame it on the Restaurant City game on Facebook which my sister suggested I play. It's addictive because I love Sims games. But I do feel artistic throughout the week, my fingers aching to paint and design and draw and craft. And I am thinking, "Perhaps today will be a good day to start sketching on my 300-pages thick white paper notepad."
Mini Bites of the day: If we spend less time thinking, we might actually get things done.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
That as much I realised when I was sitting on the beach with my knees close to my chest all by myself on the last day of my trip to Kuantan. Even from the very first step on the sand on the very first day of my arrival I knew, I could never remove memories which are deeply rooted in my heart; Not because the memories are sweet, but the memories were indeed built on true feelings. And that itself makes it memorable, even to people whom have lost memory in their lives.
I have learnt to love the beach more and more as I grow in the area of friendships and relationships. It is the place I first learnt that others can indeed accept and love me for me. It is also the place I first experienced how painful can a broken heart can be when love comes to an end. Thus, it's no surprise that I often get inspired when I am sitting on the beach. And sad too. I keep remembering the good old days which would always be there and wonder if there will be any more in the future with my loved ones.
My favourite hiding place,
From this crazy world of maze,
Where I am often amazed,
At the power of love and grace,
The memories that hold this place,
Would forever be engraved,
As I run this lifetime race,
Of wanting to be embraced.
Mini Bites of the day: When you question the sincerity of a person, always look at the memories he/she has given to you - memories could never betray a person's heart.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Anyway, I'll talk about my emo-self another time. I did, afterall, just got back from a holiday trip. No use ranting about life when I (supposedly) have just rested in peace on a beach somewhere far from the city. Here's a quick report on my East Cost trip to Kuantan.
Day 1: This is my sister at the grand entrance of Swiss Garden hotel at Kuantan. It has this magnificent entrance that curves up to giant pillars and an open space with interesting water decors.
Day 1: Having experience the greatest beach at Damai Laut, I would have thought the one at Kuantan wouldn't be too bad (since it's under the same hotel) but boy! was it disappointing. No swimming in the dusty black sea for me.
Day 1: We were thinking of great seafood at Kuantan but all we could find was Stuffed Crabs, which was not to my taste. Waste of money, waste of time. I rather eat something else.
Day 2: Grandma came along in this trip because another family couldn't make it at the last minute. I've gotta say, that happy smile on her face is priceless!
Day 2: What's an East Coast trip without seeing the turtles? An incomplete visit, that is.
And that's it! My short trip to the East Coast. Not an adventurous one, mind you! I thought it was boring and (almost) a waste of time. But I can't say that out loud, can I? I think I ought to pack my stuff and go for a country drive on my own one of these days. Maybe I love to be alone. I am afterall a lone ranger and I love every bit of it. I just want to be left alone.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Mini Bites of the day: If you start to think twice about the decision you are about to make, chances are you will make the wrong move.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Just in case you don't know, STREAKERS are people who run in the public wearing absolutely nothing - naked. And here's a love tale I found on YouTube about two streakers falling in love.
Have a great weekend, people!
Mini Bites of the day: For you to be confident with who you, you have to first be comfortable with the person you are.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Being transparent has its toll. I have never shared any part of this book with anyone as people normally don't want to know what you really think of them. They get offended, insecurity becomes an issue. So I keep the book all to myself. But I discovered a very interesting bits about someone lately and can't help but share this person with all of you. Of course, I'll keep it anonymous. I'll extract bits and pieces from my green book to be shared with you. I have no intention to hurt anyone, just merely sharing a character that could be useful in story writing for writers while keeping everyone else entertained.
XXXXXXXX aka The Queen
At first glance, she appeared to be a career woman who leads a lonely life. She's at the top of her game. Then I got to know that she has a family with grandchildren. Perhaps she is not that lonely afterall. But she sure looks like she needs some attention from everyone and anyone.
Short, petite, small in size - she reminds me of someone else, Jacq, but a much more senior version of Jacq - maybe is the greyish white hair that marks her seniority. I haven't heard her shouting at people yet. She appears to be gentle and soft spoken - just like Jacq. I can't imagine her being evil. But I might be wrong. People say she is evil.
I am taller than her by a feet. The few times I bumped into her at the lift, I found myself subconsciously lowering myself to her eye-level and nodding in acknowledgement with a smile. She doesn't know me, of course she doesn't. But everyone knows her. And she knows me through written memo signed with my name. I stopped sending any to her lately.
She is a strategist, and a powerful one too. The Queen has gotten the kingdom all to herself and I was impressed with her capabilities. Though some time later, I got puzzled and confused. She left her kingdom. People claimed that she felt lonely in the castle all alone. I imagined having lunch alone in a beautiful office and thought it would have been so boring, I would have been bored to death.
Just the mere thought of the lonely Queen stirs something deep inside of me lately. I can't remember when I stopped wanting to be the top career woman in the industry of my choice but looking at the Queen, I am glad I have chosen a carefree life compared to one where everyone looks up at her with fear. If I get a chance to be on top of my game, I would. But I am not going to run after it because life is too short for me to be powerful; I should treasure and enjoy it. I don't want to be like the lonely Queen. I just want to be a respectable queen whom has friends to enjoy lunch with, plus lots of laughters and smiles. I'll make my life beautiful.
Mini Bites of the day: Things will go the way you plan it to be; just don't be regretful when everything comes true.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sally Carpenter is a struggling actress in New York who tries her best to get a lead role in an production while working in a small bookstore at the corner of the city. Her boyfriend, a struggling actor like herself, gives her all the support she needs as they venture into the industry together to be successful Hollywood stars. Week in week out, Sally goes for audition for various parts in different productions but always walk away with disappointment. As she is about to give up at the one last audition she screws up, she bumps into a stranger who opens the way out for her: Jack Weaver.
Jack is not your ordinary stranger bloke who opens the door so that you know where to exit the building, he is the president of a major TV network. In short, he is GOD in the entertainment industry. He determines the success of individuals in the industry. He calls the shot. And call he did when Sally found herself being signed as the lead actress for a big major TV show. Initially, she thinks it's about time for her stardom to breakthrough but as time passes by, she realises that it might just have something to do with that stranger she meets.
Slowly Jack wins her heart and she begins to fall deeply in love with him. Despite doubting if she could trust him with her heart and soul, Sally couldn't help falling deeper in love with Jack who seems so perfect as an ideal lifetime partner. Just over a month's time, she is the biggest talk in town. Her career is roaring with success, her love life is tied with the most eligible bachelor in the country, her agent is proudly showing her off to everyone - she has everything she ever wanted and it's perfect. But too perfect to be true. She can't shake the feeling that something is wrong and she refuses to be blinded from it.
Flip through the pages and embark in this journey with her as Sally tries to identify the Devil in her life. It sorts of remind me of Ghostrider who traded his soul for love, except that Devil May Care talks about a girl falling in love with the Devil and the Devil (for the very first time) falls in love with a human. An insightful perspective of falling in and out of love, in and out of success, and the essence of trust in a relationship. Recommended to all.
Mini Bites of the day: There must be good for evil to exist, and there must be demons for angels to live.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
The family arrived at the outlet, which was full house on this special occasion. Every table was seated and laughters steered the atmosphere. Celebration was in the air. At one corner on the 1st floor, a few tables were reserved. The family felt special when they were ushered to one of the reserved table upon showing a waitress the invitation card.
“We’ll start serving at 8pm, sir,” the waitress said as the family took their seats. With a smile on their faces, the father nodded. The invitation wrote 8pm, so it wasn’t a problem to wait since they were early. Thus, the family asked for a glass of water each and chatted with excitement.
As time passed by, more and more family came with the invitation card. All of them were beaming with smiles as they took their seat. There was a big Mother’s Day card at the corner of the room with some balloons and party decors. It was a fun atmosphere. Right until a waiter brought us the menu. Puzzled, the guests started asking if they get to choose their meal.
“No, sir. We are waiting for the rest of the families to arrive. We will serve shortly,” the waiter explained. And so everyone put their menu aside and continued chatting. An hour passed, there was still no sight of food arriving from the kitchen. The guests have to ask to be served with water as they have been waiting for more than half an hour. Again, the father asked, “What’s the Terms & Conditions of this Invitation?”
“There is no Terms & Conditions, sir. We will serve you between 8pm to 9pm, take a photo when the mothers cut the cake and that’s it! All in an hour,” the waitress explained. She wore a different uniform compared to the rest of the working staffs. It was light blue with a navy blue tie. She looked like the supervisor/manager. “We’ll bring up the cake shortly.”
“You mean you are only serving us cake?”
“I thought you are serving us food – pizzas, soup, etc. You mean there is just cake?” the father raised his voice. He was getting really upset with the whole situation. The rest of the guests leaned closer to listen to the conversation.
“Yes, sir. We will be serving cakes to the mothers only,” the waitress confidently announced. Wrong move.
“You invited us here for a free meal but all we are getting are cakes? Not even one whole cake per family?” the father stood up in rage.
“Sir, no where is it stated that we are providing free meals in the Invitation Card,” she pointed at the Invitation Card on the table.
“But that waiter over there,” the father pointed to the waiter who served them earlier, “…claimed that you will serve us food after 8pm.”
“He is just a trainee. I am also just a trainee,” the waitress trembled a little. The rest of the guests all tuned into the conversation, curious if they were getting their free meals afterall.
“I want to see your manager. Or the person in charge.”
The waitress reluctantly nodded and went off. Fifteen minutes passed. No manager or supervisor presented himself. The waiter brought two chocolate cakes to the table but did nothing else. Everyone stared at the cake and wondered what was next. A family lost their patience and left. Five minutes later, the family stood up to leave too.
On their way out, they bumped into the waitress. She was surprised to see them leaving and told them that the cake cutting ceremony was about to start. They have yet to cut the cake and take photos (with happy faces). She looked up the stairs and saw the rest of the family walking out of the restaurant too. And the following conversation took place.
The father: You cheated us. You invited us here for Mother’s Day celebration. Your staff who gave us the Invitation said we were invited for free food. Just come with my family and enjoy. And all you are giving us is a cake. Not to mention, not a whole cake but just a slice each.
Waitress: But it is not written in the Invitation that we are giving out free pizzas.
The father: It’s an invitation. And all of us (gesture the rest of the guests) were expecting free meals. I asked for an explanation and you couldn’t give one. I asked to see the supervisor and no one came. What kind of services is Pizza Hut providing?
Waitress: The supervisor is busy in the kitchen.
The father: This is too much! If you have told us earlier that we have to order food and you will just provide the cake, we would have been happy to enjoy the evening. But your staff told us to wait and be served. Then later, we discovered that we won’t be served afterall. Your marketing scheme has backfired.
Waitress: But… but…
The father: This is going to look bad on Pizza Hut, I am telling you. Cheating customers to spend money here like this, it’s unforgivable. Especially on a Mother’s Day. We are talking about customer service; if your supervisor thinks it is not important to explain what is happening to the customers despite being busy, then you are committing customer service suicidal. I’ll report to your HQ about this.
Waitress: Sorry, sir. Sorry…
The waitress was almost in tears as the family left the place. The rest of the guests followed suit. The customers who were listening to the conversation shook their head.
What an awful evening! Leaving the Pizza Hut outlet at 9.30pm with empty stomachs and the mother didn’t even get a proper Mother’s Day celebration – it’s a scar in the heart of invited guests to never return to Pizza Hut on special occasions. And the daughter is now thinking if she should really report the incident to the Authority. But she first wrote it on her blog.
Mini Bites of the day: Bad news spread faster than good news; nevertheless, it’s still news spreading at the end of the day.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Image: Extracted from Andy's Zone.
To remember why I let you go,
When we were so perfect together;
To recall why I loved you in the first place,
If I ever did love you in the past,
As I wonder if I still love you today.
I inhale the sweet memories of us,
Only to realise that I cannot remember,
The many things that connected us;
The past is a vague lifetime treasure,
Buried yet the bare look of its surface,
Robs a part of me deep inside.
I feel the softness of your hair,
Strands of you slipping between my fingers,
Like how you have let me slipped out of your life;
The soft caress of your finger touching my eyes,
Still vainly felt as I wake up each morning,
Missing your angelic sleeping face.
I hear them call out your name,
Your syrupy yet haunting piece of fame;
I used to smile but disgusted now,
Even the mere sound that reminds me of your love,
Turns me into a nauseated being,
As I remember the first time you said, “I Love You.”
I can still taste the love we once shared,
Floating and dancing in the atmosphere we’re in,
And ponder if love would ever feel this strong,
When I meet someone else in the future;
I would never love someone as much as you,
But I will love someone else differently,
Because I have loved you.
Originally written by Gina Yap Lai Yoong
Friday, May 8, 2009
The world is green, when we want it to be. Or it could be blue, red, yellow or even orange. Such bright colours, yet people often choose the darkest - Darkness. And they ask out loud, "Why is the world filled with evil? Why is the world cruel?" They have the answer; they just think they don't. Or they pretend they don't. It's human nature. You know what you should do yet you don't do it by pretending you don't know what to do. And then you blame the world for it. Let's say you want to be an artist. You know that in order to be an artist, you have to start painting yet you blame it on lack of family support, time and energy after a long day at work. You are painting your world with darkness, why leave the bright palette shining at the corner of the room? Pick it up. Start painting. And paint with bright colours - more than once.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
P/s: I almost walk around the stadium again today. I think I need to run, despite my hurting feet. I need to run and sweat out the negatives.
Mini Bites of the day: Never compress your emotions; it leads to massive destruction.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
As my right foot landed on the familiar tar road, I started walking home. My fingers clicked continuously on my MP3 player as I increased the volume to the max. I could barely hear my heels clicking against the pathway. Drowned in sorrow, I floated away in my blues. Even as I saw my apartment just around the bend, I turned the other way and found myself walking round and round the National Stadium; the very same stadium I cursed for being so big and tiring to walk around it. And the skies turned from blue to orange as I lost track of time. When darkness overcame, I headed home.
My feet hurt so much, it was too numb to be painful. I can’t feel the ground as I stepped across the security house. I can only feel my body shivering, fidgeting, shaking. I dropped my bag to the floor and dug into a huge bowl of pasta mom cooked. It was tasteless. But I loved the pasta flavour; the pure flavour of flour. And I ate more than I should. I think I was stuffing myself.
An hour later, I unplugged my headphone and sat next to the toilet bowl. Temporary deaf (definitely in a nauseate state), I threw up and felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. My blistered feet stared at me as I was tempted to lay asleep on the cold toilet tiles. For that split second, I missed someone. I thought of JL: I realised that she was the only one who has seen me cry and I didn’t mind. I quickly scanned faces in my mind and found no one else to take her place; I wish she would still be there whenever I wanted to cry.
I didn’t know how long it was that my back rested on the toilet tiles as I stared at the white ceiling, but I loved the coldness sipping through my skin. I reached up to turn on the shower and let it rained over my pathetic self. I felt heat departing from me. Then I threw up again. I wished I was running around the stadium again. I wished I was punching a bag in the gym. I wished I was singing my soul out to Mariah Carey’s Can’t Take That Away (the one song that always give me strength when I needed it)…
Instead, I started chanting to Spongebob’s favourite tune – The Goofy Goober Song. And I got louder and louder and louder...
Oh ya, I felt better… after repeating the same tune for more than 25 times (I’m the goofy goober YEAH!), of course I felt better. Only unsure if I am REALLY feeling better or just FAKING feeling better. But it’s better than holding back tears and feeling alone in this dark cruel world. Definitely way better than that.
Mini Bites of the day: When you know deep inside that you need a friend, then you know you are in deep emotional trouble.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
My previous blogs (and there were at least ten of them when I started blogging in 2002) were mainly about me sharing my humble writings and creative works. It has always been monologue in the sense that I enjoyed blogging even when I didn't have an audience to bounce off ideas with. I stopped blogging in 2005 when a dramatic event took place in my life. Like everyone else, there comes a period of time when we wish to demolish every part of us from the face of earth. No blogs, frienster, facebook, emails or even MSN - in other words, I retreated into my own world. Then I stepped into the working world with a confidence boost that got me tapping into the blogsphere again. Thus, Mini Bites was born.
With Mini Bites, it's a different blogging experience all together. No more family audience or people who are out to stab me in the back, no more hypocrites and two-faced commentors, and best of all, no more monologue blogging. I've got all of you who somehow found your way to my mini world and gladly share my life with your sincere friendships. It's through Mini Bites that I finally broke my online principle - never meet up with people I know via Internet in person, especially on my own - and I met the first stranger alone one night: Froggie.
The breakthrough led to many more friendships built via the Internet. Thus, I wasn't surprised when I found myself organizing my own blogger event after two years of maintaining Mini Bites; only surprise that anyone came at all! (I just didn't thought that Malaysian bloggers are so sporting.) Personally, I love hiding behind my blog, exposing who I really am to the world via blogging thinking that if they hate me, they wouldn't be able to recognize me in real life. Online strangers soon become friends (true friends).
The most amazing thing, to me, during Mini Bites Day 2009 is how well everyone clicked immediately despite meeting each other for the very first time. It was like an old friends gathering mainly because we have been reading each other's blog and know a lot about each other, thus conversation was easy. The fellowship was good. We were chatting from one place to another, for almost 4 hours. Here are the proofs (courtesy of Alice - thanks for making me so beautiful in the photos!):
Check out more photos at Alice's blog or click here. She's eating lala!!! Fa la la la la... Told ya, it's addictive!
Lunch somehow turned into a long one (my mom asked if I brought everyone to hi-tea, hehe!) and it was a good long one. I came home after the gathering and thought to myself, "I should organise more events like this." It's so much fun. And I already have the next destination in mind.
Thanks so much for coming, guys! Appreciate it lots. And for those of you who couldn't join us, there will always be a next time. We will meet again!
Mini Bites of the day: Sometimes the people who understands you the most may not be your loved ones.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Happy Labour Day!
My 12-hours sleep last night turned into a 12-hours wilderness; I was tossing on my bed for the longest time ever from 10pm till 10am. I have been feeling really tired lately but just can't seem to rest when I lay down to sleep. Little things are bugging me, maybe that's why I have been feeling so tired inside the past couple of days; Tired and low, but not forgetting the 1st of May.
Mini Bites officially turns TWO today. It feels like I have been blogging for the longest time but it has only been two years. Two years of ups and downs, inside out, new online friends and offline pals. Two wonderful years thanks to all of you who support Mini Bites. Thank you!
I hope you guys have a wonderful holiday and enjoy the long weekend ahead. Make it good, make it meaningful with your loved ones. Happy Labour Day!
P/s: Looking forward to meeting Flo, Alice, KiF & Simeon for Post Mini Bites Day celebration tomorrow! See you guys soon!
Mini Bites of the day: Time flies when you least expect it and when you look back, you have grown into the beautiful butterfly that outshines the world.