I feel like Writing...

I feel like writing,
About Her
She gets a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
She gets all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

I feel like writing,
About Her
She calls it depression,
Her dad says “it's just YOU”.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able, able to know.

I feel like writing,
About Her
Emptiness builds a home in this woman,
Her screams is loud yet so dim,
Piercing her tortured soul,
What horrors she befell.

I feel like crying,
About Her
Each time I pass her by,
I know how much does she hurts,
When she is too big, too big to cry...

" Photoshoot with R & R "

Another shooting day..all were taken during my holiday back in Sabah, the Chinese New Year..BIG Thank to Roy & Radzie for the great shots! It really shows the different side of me..looking "cool" wasnt really my thing but good try Jesse! Bravo! :D

My Root!

I am proudly present.....something that able to make my life suck without them!:D


This is what Sabahan called as "Tulob-ulob". Tulod-ulod is a type of fruit that has very sour taste. Well My mum cooked this with belacan ( locally made shrimp paste) & some tamarind to spice up the taste! It tasted incredibly yummy when eat with just plain rice!


Am not sure if this one has its special name, but this is one of my favourite sabah food. It is "Gosin" (salted fish) cook with "Lada putih" ( not the white pepper, but white chillies). You really can’t find this type of chillies in any part of the world not even in KL. You can only find this heavenly food in Sabah, My lovely hometown! I am SERIOUS! hahahhaa


OK!This is my all time favourite! I forgot about what "NO APPETITE" mean when I see this food! I am always craving for it! Well, In Sabah we called it as "mampalam", same species with mango. It tasted super sour & superb when mix with some dried shrimp or "ikan bilis" (dried anchovies)!


This is what I call as SIMPLY HAPPINESS! Gorgeous food that were flown all the way from Sabah together with my mama's love...This is why I love Sabah so much. Definitely because of the food & I am proud to be a Sino baby, simply because I love my Mama..This is what I belong to! Thank you mama for the wonderful delivery!Love ya! MuaXxxxxx!

My Lovely Piñata...

Life is like Piñata,
Hit it, hit it, hit it,
I cant lose my aim,
Once I lose, I'll lose my way.

Love is like Piñata,
It is colourful yet so complicated,
Rich with shapes that may lead to confusions,
Hard to break yet sweet to taste.

Man is like Piñata, too,
the bright colors of the piñata symbolize their temptation,
the blindfold represents faith,
and the stick is virtue or the will to overcome sin.

I found my perfect Piñata,
A man who calls me beautiful instead of hot,
who calls me back when I hang up on him,
who will lie under the stars and listen to my heartbeat,
or will stay awake just to watch me sleep...

I found my lovely Piñata,
A man who kisses my forehead,
who wants to show me off to the world when I am in sweats,
who holds my hand in front of his friends,
who thinks I am just as pretty without makeup on.
One who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares
and how lucky he is to have me....

And the one who turns to his friends and says, "that's her."
Too bad the lovely Pinata lived in a separate world of mine,
I did stepped into his world, sometimes
Trying to be there all the time, yet impossible..

Pinata O Pinata,
Who are you?
And why you are here?