My favourite girl in the whole world left 2 days ago. I wasn't there to see her off, but I prayed to God for good tailwind so the plane could speed up and send her safely back to KL.

My favourite girl couldn't wait to go home, but she didn't know she had to leave another "home" in order to do so. See, this "home" is very special, we have our Mama Joe, Auntie Jack, Auntie Joanne, Big Sister Klyie, yours truly and of course, our little girl. Somehow, this "home" feels weird without our favourite girl. She took a piece of us when she left that day, and this "home" will never be the same again.

My little girl couldn't cook, so we took turns cooking for her. And one fine day, she announced that she would cook soup. Naturally we were surprised, and the ABC soup since became her signature dish that fateful day onwards.

My little girl didn't know how to wash clothes. She fully covered the washing machine compartment with washing powder. She since learnt a cupful is enough when I exclaimed incredulously at the amount of washing powder being used.

My little girl simply loves fried chicken and fries, and would beg and pester and coax me into ordering KFC. And I would give in in the end, eventhough I'm not a big fan of fried food, just so to see my little girl smiles.

My little girl always came barging into my room whenever she's back from flight and would bitch incessantly. Never mind I was sleepy, I would lent her an ear (and most of the time join in the bitching session as well) so that my little girl would feel better getting stuff off her chest. And then she would make me noodles.

My little girl used to come back empty stomach from flight, but almost always greeted with home-cooked food. That was how pampered our little girl was.

My little girl, although young of age, taught me lessons I didn't know people her age were capable of. Like good finance managing. Like standing on your own two feet and working for what you want. Like following your head instead of heart, no matter how much that heart screams out to you. My little girl taught me it's OK to fall and cry, but to bounce back stronger than ever.

My favourite girl in the whole world left 2 days ago. And I wish her the best of things life could offer.

Due to her inherent laziness, The Princess couldn't drag herself to update her blog. Anyway, nothing of much interest is happening in her life, she had been busy attending classes last month.

Notice how she is always at the right place at the right time? Well, 2 days ago she was in Munich for Oktoberfest and it so happened that day was German Unity Day as well. Downside was apart from F&B outlets, all other shops were closed.





She has always wanted to go to Oktoberfest and she must has done something right lately that God decided what a good little girl she has been and decided to reward her. Even the weather was behaving itself, cool and sunny. Karma is not always a bitch, yeah?



And it was crazy! Tens of thousands of people were thronging this huge are called d' Wiesn with 14 big tents erected, with each tent accommodating up to 7000 people! All kinds of rides were available and a few were definitely not for the faint-hearted. The carnival-like atmosphere were thick with the smell of food (bratwurst, roast chicken, popcorn, battered almond) wafting, screams from the rides and the merry chatter of people all around. Booze, food and rides - it's my kind of fantasy land comes true!

Behold, people, Alice flapping her wings! Now, that's one very, er, stripey chick.

88 people perished in a plane crash in Phuket yesterday afternoon. The aircraft was landing in heavy rain and came into a slide and crashed into trees and walls surrounding the airport. The impact caused the aircraft to split into two and went into a series of explosions.

My deepest condolences to friends and famillies of the victims of the ill-fated flight.

RIP.

Met up with the girls at The Curve while The Princess was back in KL the other day. So the kesian, she didn't even sleep after touching down, just changed and rushed out to take a cab to TTDI for facial and haircut. When she arrived at Italiannies, the girls were already done with appetizer, nasib lar they have enough willpower to wait for The Princess before tucking into the main course (which had been sitting on the table).



Papa Yong then dropped by to pick up and drop off some stuff for Joanne. Jess recently bought a DSLR camera so she was playing around with it, but she couldn't get the setting right. So Piang stepped right in and started tweaking the setting (to the extent of asking Cal to shade the flash with tissue paper).








Then it's time to go back to hotel to meet up with Mama Tham to pass her airticket. She gave a few boxes (5 to be exact) of jelly mooncakes for the girls in The Sandpit. Thanks, Mama Tham, they were delicious! But oh, the agony of lugging around 5 boxes of fragile mooncakes in trolley bag was killing.

By the way, the photos nice or not? The Princess was Photoshop-perimenting with black and whites to produce different effects.

Nevermind that the Mid Autumn Festival is still 10 days away. The Princess and Ken Lee started hanging paper lanterns around the house. Once all the lanterns are lighted, they switched off the lights and invited Klyie and Jojo over.







They were pretty good, only one lantern caught fire (and if you have played with one you know how easily they burn). But the curtain railing where they hung the lanterns melted a little at each end. Die, housing better don't come and check.

Ma hai. Tiu nia sing.

How the fuck The Flying Goat company managed to get 5-star rating is beyond me. Can say most of the flights are delayed lor. Fucking Skytrax accept bribe is it? So far I have only done 2 SIN flights that were not delayed. And I have at least one SIN every month OK. KUL also same story. Bloody send a lousy, almost torn apart A300 to KUL. Hello, KUL is a money-making route for you OK. The pax don't drink much, behave like how civilised human should behave instead of acting like a bunch of monkeys (only applies in winter cos in summer, it's packed with Arabics and don't get me started on them). Where you send the A330s and A340s to? To bloody DAC, BOM, LHR etc.

DAC - Rude, ignorant pax who cut the wire of the IFE remote cum phone thinking gee, look, I have a new mobile now.

BOM - Sister, whisky, sister whisky. Ma hai I'm not your sister. I bloody pour the whisky on your head only know.

LHR/MAN - Filled with cheapskate British who demand everything and would carry off the plane if they could. Not too mention lazy. Look at your size, that walk to the galley for a glass of water will do you good, cibai. MAN pax pulak all from kampung one. Damn no class can die.

Nevermind lar, company fucking rich what. Can manage to miss the allocated arrival slot and pay for a new one. Malaysians, don't complain about Air Asia's frequent delays. Trust me, you haven't seen worse.

Ya lar, The Princess is menstruating hence her moodiness. Dah ler always never get 3 days off this month she got it, fucking KUL flight is delayed for 3 hours rendering her effectively stucked in The Sandpit. Nicely inform Mama Tju I'm going back Melaka already.

Don't anyone dare to step on her tail these 3 days. Feel like just digging a hole, crawl in and hide.

I am drawn to you, like a moth to flame. My wings will get burnt and I'll never fly again.

I am consciously destroying myself, I am six feet from the edge.

Happy Birthday, Jac dear!

My dwindling grey matters makes me forgetful, but I did wish you and gave you a birthday hug one day later (only 1 day, not 1 week).

May you grow with the wisdom and confidence of a woman with surety. Remember I once asked you what/who is your pillar of strength, someone/something that keeps you going in moments of despair? I found mine and I know you found yours long time ago, too (I sure hope it includes chocolate!).

Love you, babe - Yes, you and your sometimes hard to put up with attitude.