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Miracles happen

Published on August 24, 2010 By Cleffairy

I never really did consider myself a blogger. I prefer to be known as an author, a writer and a reporter. Because if being a blogger means that you write an article or two everyday and receiving feedback for it, then I could have been a blogger since 1999, because I started to write faithfully, [...]

The purpose of writing…

Published on March 27, 2010 By Cleffairy

I couldn’t sleep again. I woke up in the middle of the night after having a sleep paralysis, and I wasn’t too comfortable to go back to bed once again, despite being completely comfortable under the sheets with my one and only.
Writing has always been therapeutic to me, and so here I am, writing…or rather, [...]

Freelancer=Jobless+Not Working?

Published on March 10, 2010 By Cleffairy

I daresay that my math teachers would hang themselves out of disappointment and frustrations if they happened to stumble upon my ‘algebra equation’.
Pardon me for the rather queer ‘formula’, but this is the simplest way I could put in words to describe the misconception of the term ‘freelance’ , especially in Malaysia.
I am a freelancer [...]

When I couldn’t sleep…

Published on March 3, 2010 By Cleffairy

It’s been months…months since I had recurring nightmares. It faded for a while, but the peacefulness of the night sleep that I’ve been getting for a week or two did not last, and I keep getting nightmares again, and this explains why I’m awake at 3:53am Malaysian time, sitting in front of the PC, trying [...]

When you see a naked man…

Published on January 26, 2010 By Cleffairy

I wasn’t in my best of health these few days. Down with fever and flu, sneezing like nobody’s business, and to add cherry on top of the damn ice cream, I suspect my lungs are giving me problems again. But then again…life goes on. Sick as I am, I can’t let it affect me that [...]

I'm not so sweet anymore…

Published on August 16, 2009 By Cleffairy

I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do not know me anymore. From a sweet, forgiving, naive girl who can easily tolerate anyone around her, I become a witch who is ill tempered [...]