Estee's Cuppa Tea. Flavour please?

French cancan-Monsieur Nitouche (Inna Modja)

2012-02-06T06:35:00.000-08:00

I met this pretty boy in Paris
He used to tell me that I'm jolie
I couldn't say a word just
Coco Choco Chanel
Coco Chanel Chocolat

In my heart
In my veins
I just couldn't take him out of my brain
Just a glance
I'm in transe
This french fella was cute as hell

On my mind
In my bed
I just couldn't stop staring at him
Just a kiss
French kiss
I couldn't say a word just stuttering

Coco Choco Chanel Coco
Coco Choco Chanel and Chocolat

How stupid is that ?
I should tell him
Remember the night he came in my life

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la main
Dis-moi des mots d'amour
Des mots qui me touchent
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Je suis enchantée

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la taille
Caresse-moi l'épaule
Le creux de mes reins
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Ravie de te rencontrer

In my life
In my dreams
This man couldn't walk away from my hips
Just a bite
On my lips
I couldn't say a word just stuttering

Coco Choco Chanel Coco
Coco Choco Chanel and Chocolat

How stupid is that ?
I should tell him
Remember the night he came in my life

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la main
Dis-moi des mots d'amour
Des mots qui me touchent
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Je suis enchantée

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la taille
Caresse-moi l'épaule
Le creux de mes reins
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Ravie de te rencontrer

I met this pretty boy in Paris
He used to tell me that I'm jolie
I called this pretty man Mon Chéri
Coco Choco Chanel
Coco Chanel Chocolat

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la main
Dis-moi des mots d'amour
Des mots qui me touchent
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Je suis enchantée

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la taille
Caresse-moi l'épaule
Le creux de mes reins
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Ravie de te rencontrer

Hey...happy belated birthday

2010-09-08T20:21:00.000-07:00

Babe,

I am happy that you've gone thru all these despite you tried pretty hard to. I hope there will be lesser to bear.

Sorry about the late wishes...Happy belated birthday anyway.

I can't be with you but my heart is always here to wish for the best for you.

p.s Miss your grandma.

Tea of the day: Lavender. Used to hate it when I thought the scent is meant to be smelt, not tasted. But as the days go by, the scent lives in my taste bud and heart, and calms my soul.

The Hype in Life

2010-04-30T07:43:00.000-07:00

Life is strange. The way I chose to counter it seemed strange too.

People are saying, a Capricon character is 'to build'. I wonder how far the Capricons can build before they fall.

I am not supposed to blog at this point of time, but I feel like it. So what!

Why should I care? The globe is still spinning, the world still carries on when you think that you are of any importance.

Forget love, forget hatred--at least for now.

Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Tea of the day: Globe Maranth Red. Relieves depression; sip it and I'll be good.

What are you in fear of?

2009-12-01T07:39:00.000-08:00

Slight Relief

2008-09-30T09:13:00.000-07:00

The stitch was removed-at Doctor E@ Sunway. Yes it is the same clinic earlier but a different doctor-again! It was not as painful as I originally imagined. Phew, my finger could at last see the dawn. Some of you (busybody) would like to look at my wound. I do not have the picture of the finger cut on the first bloody day but I do have one picture of how it looks today.

The wound looks healed from outside, blood clog is still stubborn and hell, it still hurts when it's bent.

Here's another picture of one of the apparels that I bled on.

I was busy living with my after-shock hence did not have time to snap on any other details.

Now-here's a count down of 5 weeks. Five weeks from my exam. Additionally, it is a lifetime learning for dignity, and to be a better person. Throughout these years, I developed my love--my love for the society, my love for the next-of-kin, my love to the little-ones on earth (be it children or animals), which all would go in inverse relationship with my love for the country.

Last thing before I hit the sack, my blessings to the world, those who are in financial crisis, I hope the storm will fade away. Crying from my heart, hey bro, although we are apart, I love you and would love to give you my fullest support.

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Tea of the day, back to the basics and simplicity in life, earl grey. Think of our roots, think of love, think of the old 1800's taste, traditional yet distinctive, aromatically enticing with the scent of irresistible bergamot orange. Think of our loved ones-have we been treating them well like the loved ones?

Dressings

2008-09-26T19:39:00.000-07:00

I had my dressing for the deep cut almost everyday in the past (Mon, Tues, Thu, Fri). All were at almost different clinics, whichever the closest to my location of the day. Doctor A, the most polite, young, fresh-gradie looking Chinese male doctor at Kota Damansara who also did the stitch for me, was not on duty on the second day after my injury--although I was much anticipating his comments on my healing progress. It was a female nehneh doctor (Doctor B) on duty on Monday who terribly did my dressing, who yelled everywhere for her assistant to find the cotton, scissors, antiseptic cream etc and eventually did a very ugly and super huge dressing (should have taken a picture of her masterpiece!). She said: no seafood including fish, no chicken, no egg...and I MUST eat my painkiller so that I will stop yelling+moaning+sobbing+whatever during the dressing session.

On Tue, the doc on duty at Sunway (Doctor C) was the most experienced doctor in doing dressing! No pain inflicted, and I had stopped bleeding! Amazing! He intelligently used the antiseptic to drip on the cotton that was sticking to my wound and let the cotton get torn and shrunk easily.

Thu and Fri (yesterday), the doc at Kelana Jaya (Doctor D) pulled my bandage like a bull and tore my delicate skin to be broken again--I started bleeding again! He did not use the antiseptic dripping method--but instead a bull's method. He even blamed on the lousy cotton the Sunway doctor used that stuck on my wound. I could imagine how he tears his wife's shirt apart during every foreplay. On Friday, I did the removal of bandage myself due to my Thu's experience--and let him solely do the jobs of wound cleaning and putting on a new bandage. He TIED the bandage as tight as a Chinese dumpling, and after reaching home, all fingers on the same hand got swollen like an elephant's leg, my blood vessels terribly clogged and it was a horrible sight! I couldn't breathe and I felt dizzy and could seemingly feel my blood flow got bottleneck somewhere and the hyper active pounding feeling from the veins! My palm instantly turned into a purple, deformed gigantic god's punishment.

What I did was DIY (redoing) the bandage again. Now the swell subsided but still swelling. This bull doctor said the next session will be Sunday, and he is going to remove my stitch.

I am hesitant.

Well I like gentle-gentlemen :)

I made a joke to my little man and he burst into laughter. If one day my wound gets totally recovered, I will still wrap up my middle finger, do an XXL bandage and go for the dressing at the bull doctor's. After spending some great effort in removing my bandage, there shows no wound but two words written on my middle finger: 'Fuck you'. Then..I'd flee!

Anyway, Doc C and D said it was a nonsense that ones should be at total abstinence from certain food during an injury! These are just traditional beliefs. And both Docs said ones should NOT rely on painkillers. So, screw tigress doctor B!

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Tea of the day: Tea of carnation. It could improve blood circulation. Plus points, it could improve body metabolism, new skin generation, detox, balance up female hormone system, soothe and relax your body, mind, and... soul. :)

Deep Cut. The Nine-Finger Weirdo.

2008-09-22T08:19:00.000-07:00

Sucky lifestyle has been discouraging me from blogging. But here's the season 2 stories of mishap that is blog-worthy in my life. I have nothing much to complain about except for my carelessness and destiny. For the first time ever in life, I saw a puddle of blood, my very own blood that leaked like a water tap. 21st September 2008, it happened in my uni where I have my part time studies. I shouldn't have changed the spare tyre myself. It was the clumsiness in me that caused the very, very deep cut. I had a stitch at the doctor's. 3 injections were made in total. I bled my jacket, my bag, my trousers and the floor. The scene is still frightfully horrible to me. It caused insomnia. I had never seen my finger split into halves before. Now I'd have to go back to the doctor's everyday to do dressing and am awaiting for the day when the stitch can be removed and the day I would be able to open the bandage to see my deformed finger.

Tracing backwards-my phone is dead, and my tyres went flat (two of them!). Over spent this month and feeling guilty+ fucked up.

I can't go climbing, bye-bye purple black diamond harness.

No sympathy. I am just a bloody nine finger weirdo. Blogging with these remaining fingers now.

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Tea of the day: Red date tea. Regenerate my lost pints of blood. God bless.

A Pre-war Proclamation

2008-05-30T21:28:00.000-07:00

This is a pre-war proclamation. The bold army troop esteecuppatea led by the infamous ex-archer Esttea is now amoured and armed with (britney) spears, ready to make their move to the battlefield (*hail Esttea). War will happen in a day's time in some remote archipelago which is only known by 10% of Malaysian population. I will be making another remarkable business trip in Malta, the Mediterranean, to conquer the world's business league after attempted success in France, Italy and the States :P

Wish me best of luck. See you guys. Another war will start in Jul, as the ex-archer will be split into the second role of hitting the MBA road-as a mediocre just-wanna-pass mba-er.

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Tea of the day: Bitter-gourd tea. Nothing comes sweet without endeavour. You reap what you sow. Face the calamities in life and learn to grow stronger.

Marriage is the tomb of love?

2008-05-06T05:52:00.000-07:00

Very sick today. Have been ill since my trip back from hometown. Is it worth the bloody sickness after seeing my beloved family? I had someone visited me from hell.

Whilst resting at home, I suddenly had the time to think about nonsense. Thoughts that I should spend less time on, but unwittingly unavoidable. I have been asking him on when he will propose to me. Each time comes a different answer. After considering my friends who got married before the age of 26, I did ponder if those were wise choices? Will they live happily? Nobody has an idea though.

What do I want in a marriage? What do I want to do before and after marriage? How much do you love me? Are you grown enough as a responsible person and someone who knows to care? Once these questions have been worked out, I guess it's time for a decision.

Marriage could be a tomb of love, but it could be not. 50% of chance lie in my own hands.

I could have hunted for a better choice but I would rather not. Human will get tired of hunting. It's absurd if you could ever find someone close enough to your expectations, unless your expectations are as low as nuts.

I couldn't wait for the day when you tell me that you will take care of me forever.

Tea of the day: Almond Black Tea. Yes you are right, flavoured tea has been my favourite. Another decaf tea to clear off my mind. And makes me feel stronger to fight with the visitors from hell.

2008-04-20T07:09:00.000-07:00

Self Destruction, Month of April.

2008-04-17T06:33:00.000-07:00

Silence. Disappointment. Devastation. Desolation. Vexation.

Uh huh, yea, mixed feelings. or, wanna look for trouble?

Sometimes I feel like bursting into tears. So that I can feel better. Tears that show how much I cared but how much you don't, that show much my hatred has kept my happiness at bay.

I hate cognitive biasness. I hate non-liberal reactions. I hate childishness in some people's mind. I hate when there is a gap of benchmark. Can you guys walk out of your stupidity?

Burden. A massive, and heavy one. How can I get some wheels to carry on? Please advise.

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Tea of the day: Rooibos. No caffeine. It has been my childhood favourite in the older days back in my home town. When I tasted it, I stopped crying for toy back then. And now when I taste it, I stop crying for a man, and of course, over controllable dilemma.

Step UP

2008-03-01T08:22:00.000-08:00

First day of March after the much anticipated four yearly leap day! I have slowly stepped into a more stabilized state after all the mishaps happened in Dec 07 thru Jan 08! *Step up step up!*
For those who did not know what happened to me [ahem it sounds as if many people are reading my blog....well apparently this blog is UNKNOWN but will soon be made known for whatsoever lame reasons so am I right to say you are able to get some cuppatea's flash back RIGHT IN THIS BLOG ENTRY? =) ]

End of Dec 07- I was practically as ill as a half dead cat and that was how I spent my Christmas and New Year!

Jan 08-A genius biker crashed into my car! After hours at the police station accusing the ah neh neh who did not admit his mistake, I instantly got a call from the hospital that my sister was at the emergency ward!

End of Jan 08-I broke my tail bone. You must wonder where exactly the tail bone is. Search some info online and you will know dude! I don't know how it happened but it just stupidly happened!

Magic dusts being sprung onto the universe like blood was leaping in the movie Sweeney Todd: Shu..bad luck goes away...good luck comes comes forever, health, $$ and beauty awaiting for me!

Anyway, for god's sake I was just trying to say that I am more recharged. Recharged ,Rejuvenated, and Refreshed. Welcome again challenges, all the bitches and no brainers , please get out of my way and stop wasting my time, all the worst things on the world..come on and just hit me! Will make sure it to be bounced back to the planet of the jinx!

Step. and UP. As high as I can.

Tea of the day: Tea of Crataegus, a.k.a hawthorn, thorn apple. Sourishly fresh. Sour to start but sweet to the heart. Stimulating, to revitalizing, invigorating and to eventual mitigation.

Blogging half sober

2007-12-11T01:20:00.000-08:00

Can one find a way to extend beyond 24 hours that you have in a day?
-No, pathetically.

In this case, how can you make full use of time to reach self gratification in life?
-Enjoy hard, improve hard, excute it.

Uh huh, so have you completed your task list describing what you want in life?
-1% of it..and I am needing more actions of it...no,no, in fact I feel like doing it now very badly zzzzzz..

Tea of the day: milk tea, keeping myself awake and recharged for the next second in life!

I am 5 minutes older from the moment I started composing this blog entry. A typical woman will start having unnoticeable wrinkles on her face at the age of 25 without knowing it. So dudes, cherish life.

Flavour please?

2007-11-20T07:12:00.000-08:00

Estee's cuppa tea's first day being served on tray. Yea I know, I know. Another virtual white elephant you would wanna say. I registered a blogspot account someday in decades ago but I couldn't remember a single login info for it. Well ahem, I believe blogging will kick start another virtual life, so.. (speaking softly) let's see how far it could go.

Cheerios, and welcome to Estee's cuppa tea. Tea of the day: rosemary. Sweet, fragrant, memorable to kick start.