Wat did I just write.

Whilst you are riding on her sorry plight,
claimed recognition to your selfless rights,
She was on her knees graveling in the dirt,
fabric of her love worn till her heartbeats slurred,

Sordid exchange with those plastic damsels,
“For work” She smiled and dismissed those gestures,
Cradled the sleeping baby against her breasts,
Could she still long, for her body caressed?

Pack your things, my lovely child,
A lover like that is no worth your while.
Never now, in this age, will such love be scorned,
It needn’t be for two, that the baby be born.

We were all masochists, and victims of love,
but the child’s new life, is a reason for mirth.
Reach, and anchor your feet to the ground
Close that chapter, and the door to his house.


On a side note, babies are so not my thing. But I wrote this hoping someone who’s facing this situation now can find the strength she seeks –

A woman should never live for a man. The man should live like he’d die for her. Some people stay in bad relationships because they are afraid. Let fear fuel you, but in such, you should be scared that you will never be happy if you stay. Don’t be scared you will end up all alone if you leave.

Because that is never going to happen. To all single mothers!!! (to be)
Don’t ever settle for less than what you are worth. Your child will thank you for it.

The red invite

So I woke up in the middle of the night with perspiration running down my temples. There were no shadows, for my room was pitch black. I reached out for the switch to my trusty nightlight. “Click”. Nothing happened. “Click” I tried again, and this time, light emanated the room with a warm glow.

Where there’s light, shadows follow. I saw him, in the flickering light, looking at me quietly from the corner. He was handsome, in an oddly displaced manner. There was just something about that perfectly sculpted body, that immaculate face that was just not quite right.

Oh yes, because his area of residence is about 30 feet under and that his skin glints in red.

I found myself unable to move, I guess it was his doing. As my hands and feet found themselves fastened to the bed by invisible chains, he leaped over from the door. Yeah, all in one stride. In one major kangaroo-ish jump. He sat on my bed, a overly good looking smile that turned into a grin, revealing a few jagged teeth. Not too sure what does his diet consists of, but I do not wish to know.

His hand stroked my cheek gently, and he whispered. with a voice that would star perfectly in any horror film ; You are beautiful, marry me.

I am not too sure that’s how marriage proposals should be done. With a final peck on my forehead, he disappeared, leaving just another red invite behind.

The floorboard creaked as I got up, the red envelope in hand. I wasn’t even bothered to open the letter, before dumping it into my closet that was already piling up with the rest.

Its funny, I feel strangely lonely in the morning when I wake up to prepare for work. But I brush all thoughts of him aside. Really? Fantasizing about someone of his sort, I must be going insane after the devastating relationship with Victor that I had 1 year back.

Work is such a boring, meaningless part of my life. I am employed as an Admin clerk for a Medium sized enterprise, and where making instant coffee is concerned, I daresay I’ve clinched the title as best coffee maker.

Few days after his ghastly appearance, an incident happened at work. My bitch of a manager, a rather slutty looking woman who has more cotton padding in her bra than the entire of a cotton field, decided it was all for good fun to ask me for a document that never existed.

After a few minutes of heated debate, I decided to relent because I was a god damn clerk. She then launched a lengthy and extremely bitchy berate loud enough for every other employee to peer from their cubicles. Then it happened.

He appeared out of nowhere, in a suit. A bespoke one with flashy cuff-links, shining in a glint of red. But he, for the first time, have I seen him in the color of flesh. He looked so alive.

The manager closed her mouth and stared as he continued walking over, incessantly. She muttered “Good morning, CEO”

I fought hard to maintain a stoic expression when those words left her lips. WHAT?

He then spoke, voice still the same raspy, eerie manner. “You are fired.” He then turned to the HR in charge, handed yet another red envelop and said “My personal recommendation”. Before exiting the door, (Which I assume he promptly vanished after that)

The in-charge unfolded its contents from the red paper with shaking hands, right after the bitch of a manager stormed out in a huff. In beautiful cursive, it was written “Lythen”

What? Me? That red dude is taking it too far. Well yes, did I forget to mention, he’s a master of deceit and an extremely adept shape-shifter. No one knows what’s up his sleeves next.

He appeared again in my room later that night, in his hands, yet another red letter, and now, with a bottle of champagne.

“Congratulations, my love. On your new promotion.” He rasped as he popped the bubbly with expertise. Two champagne glasses materialized by my bed stand.

“I knew it was you.” I whispered as I obediently took a sip. It tasted like nectar.

“Of course you knew, you were the only one who could see me as me, when I shape shift.” He replied with a zesty smile.

“But why so?”

“Because you are to be my wife, and its only right you are entitled to see beyond my disguise.” A cheeky smile glinted on his face.

I frowned. “No one said anything about being married here.”

“How about this? Let’s play a game. You can decide whatever game you want. If I were to get it wrong, I will never bother you again. However.. If I win, you have to be my wife.”

I raised my eyebrow in deep thought. Hmm… he is a really cunning devil, but I am not one who shies away from challenges. “Ok deal.”

I plumped up my pillow and sat upright on my bed. “Are you ready to play?”

He nodded, clapping his hands excitedly like a little child.

“I will pose 5 questions, you are to answer all of them correctly. Failing which, you lose!”

He nodded again, leaning in closer to me attentively.

First question: What vanishes in the day, but simulates the day at night?

He replied almost immediately and with confidence: “Easy, the moon.”

I gulped. “Okay that was just a teaser. Next question, what is my favorite color?”

He tilted his head as though in careful thought. “Hmm… your favorite color is beige. But you like your walls to be white, your clothes to be black, and your nails to be red.”

Blushing, I refused to admit he was already winning the game. “Well you played cheat. You probably know all the answers to the world if you had to.”

“No I didn’t. I am only observant.”

“Okay, third question, which is my favorite season?”

“Winter.” came the prompt reply.

Before I could react, he continued “Because you love christmas, and the snow. I saw you shopping online for a pair of winter boots even before the first leaf started to fall.”

I gave an indignant face. He pulled himself closer to me, with his slender fingers grazing my chin, “But my love, its always summer where I come from. I will have to make it snow just for you.”

I shrugged his coquettish advancement away. “4th question, why me, out of so many people?” Honestly, I just wanted to know. I am nothing special, just the average girl next door.

“Because you are fearless. No one could have reacted that calmly to how I always made my entrance.”

“It does actually help that you are handsome.” I replied honestly.

He smirked, trailing his fingers down my decolletage, gently pushing down the straps of my nightie. I found myself once again, unable to move, watching helplessly while he feasted on my breasts with his tongue, which was surprising warm and passionate. He clutched them tenderly, fingering and rubbing at the buds. I could feel heat working up from below the sheets, between my legs.

“Last question.” I reminded him, finding myself regaining control of my limbs. I adjusted my clothes back in place. He lied on my lap like a kitten, looking up with a satisfied face.

“Is it going to hurt?”

He sprang to his feet, digging me out of my bed and scooped me up in one strong, furious swipe.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t feel a thing.”

And then we kissed. He left after I told him I still want to go to work tomorrow. He evaporated after waving goodbye, leaving the same red invite on my bedroom floor.

For the first time, I opened it.

“Look into your wardrobe”.

I flipped my doors open. A beautiful wedding dress hung majestically, in a lovely shade of Crimson. Lace adorned the entire length of the back, and crystals littered the hems.

I went to the huge pile of red envelopes and began to read one by one.

“See you at work soon” Was the one he gave before he fired my manager whilst impersonating our CEO.

“Nice boots” For when the winter boots I ordered appeared on my doorstep.

“Are you sure about the hair” When I tried the long Bob haircut which didn’t really end well.

And the very first one…. it was abit dusty now, since it has been months.

“I saw Victor at the gates the other day. I am sorry for your loss. But I gave him my word that I will take care of you.”

I wept.


New directions

Hello guys,

Your goddess has been busy preparing for the new direction that she’s headed for in her life. But still thank you to each and everyone of you who still reads my blog; even some really pleasantly unexpected ones. 😀

I will still be blogging, but I believe (and hope) that everyone of you will be “Growing” together with me… GROWING OLD 😥

HAHAHA. NOOOOOOOOOOO we must always be young at heart AND secretly throw death stares at those kids who call you auntie/uncle. juz cuz.

Anyway, I have been streaming and I promised my viewers that I will FREAKING UPLOAD A VIDEO OF MYSELF COOKING to show y’all distrusting fuckers that your goddess can really cook :’D

So stay tuned! It’s simple as fuck so you can cook it for the bae when you have utterly pissed her off, or for your boy when you wanna psycho him into buying you a prada bag. Or for your parents so that they will give you more allowance. AND REMEMBER, THE GOLDEN RULE:

the one who cooks don’t have to do the dishes.

If the bae or your siblings complain, tell them it will incur the wrath of the goddess.



Photo from my last photoshoot ever. Lovely swimsuit shoot with flowers and hot water. Really, what more can you ask for TO SOAK IN A GOD DAMN TUB OF WARM WATER AND PLAY WITH FLOWERS LIKE AN IDIOT AND GET PAID TO LOOK CUTE.

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PLZ guys. I can draw so damn well. Look what i drew.



Good night now. It’s late and your goddess is cranky. Sleep tight, my beautiful peasants. ❤

Kimchi ?


FUCKING BAN CHAN. Or whatever its spelt in English. It means “side dishes” in Korean. They look so damn awesome isn’t it? Traditional beansprouts seasoned lightly with spring onions, sesame lotus roots, fermented veg, sweet and spicy fishcake strips, my favorite potato strips and of course, Kimchi.

Today, I am introducing you guys the Korean Restaurant that I have worked at when I was still a teenager, getting through school. I fell in love with the food, and the courage of the Korean boss. He was just an average salary drawing man back in Korea, with his wife and a son. With the intent to pursue his passion, he sold his house in Korea to come all the way to SG, to achieve his dream; to open his very own restaurant.

Everything there is imported from Korea, and most of the staff are Korean too. Expect nothing but quality ingredients, which makes the price even more reasonable than it should be.

We ordered my favorite, Army Stew, seafood pancake, a selection of Korean BBQ that includes Pork belly, ribeye, and pork chops and a special cheesy sweet sour chicken.


Here’s the friendly Korean boss (one of the shareholders) who has kindly offered to help us prepare the grill.

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A quick snap of me and my favorite army stew!!


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The pancake is a must try only if Mr Kim is the one doing the cooking! It’s crispy on the outside, but fluffy on the inside. Packed with goodness! The ingredients are fresh and given sparingly.


My sister ordered this cheesy sweet sour chicken. It’s expensive in my opinion. 35$. It’s delicious. but I suggest do not add it if you are watching your budget. The army stew is only 30++ as well! So you imagine, this chicken thing is really overpriced. But I guess the main bulk of the price tag comes from the generous topping of cheese.


Everyone was so full but I wuz liek fuck dem bitches Im gon order one more tofu stew. HAHAHA. IT WAS AWESOME OK. ITS ONLY 10$ AND IT COMES WITH RICE (but of course I couldnt stomach the rice.)




We had Makkoli. Its Korean Rice wine. Tastes really nice. AND WHAT THE HELL ITS SO DAMN CUTE RIGHT THE POT AND LADLE. I had so much fun scooping the Makkoli into our golden brass bowls. I begged Mr Kim to bring me a pot and ladle back the next time he goes back to Korea.



A selfie with Mr Kim. 😀

SOz. ur goddess wasn’t wearing any makeup.


I hope that you guys can drop by when you have the chance. Lots of things have changed since then, and now he hired a cook who helps him with the cooking. So this is what I normally do when I go there –

I will ask if Mr Kim is around. if yes, then you should feel free to order all the stuff like pancakes, stir fried stuff etc. Otherwise, the soups will be great because its still cooked using his recipe.


Tofu stew
Military stew
Beef/Pork hotplate
Seafood pancake


This is the restaurant details 🙂

Korean Restaurant Joo Mak
144 Upper Bukit Timah Road
#04-01 Beauty World Centre
Singapore 588177

Tel: 6466 7871 / 8229 4055
Hours: 11:30 AM – 3:00 PM / 5:00 PM – 2:00 AM