Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A Lilac Dress

A Lilac Dress

By Thian Pik Hang

It was an idle Saturday afternoon. Chad and I were walking and looking around in Queensbay after having our lunch in a restaurant in the mall. We stopped – right in front of a boutique. I was stunned, standing in front of a huge glass wall — a lilac coloured dress, together with a white cardigan, was put on a modal standing behind the glass wall, “New Arrival” it says.

He quickly dragged me into the boutique, before I turned to him, saying how beautiful that dress was and I was really, really want it. Still holding my hand, we walked around the boutique, not knowing what he was doing. Finally, we stopped. He let my hand off and went to a worker. I looked at him, guessing what he was doing. After seconds, he came towards me, holding that lilac dress, the one I saw at the glass wall. He tucked it to both my arms and pushed me into a fitting room, asking me to try it on.

Chad was looking at me with a broad smile when I came towards him from the fitting room, wearing the dress that he asked me to put on. He gently put his hands on my shoulders and said, “Beautiful… You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world…” My eyes were blinking. “No one else can wear such a beautiful dress,” he continued, drawing me nearer towards him. “I love you, dear,” he whispered. “Be mine.”

I smiled. He really loves me, I thought. At the moment he drew me to his chest and hugged me, my mind was recalling how he loved me and how he cared of me. Throughout the five years he always gave me surprises during my birthday and Valentine’s Day every year; he visited me, helped me to do house works and cooked porridge for me whenever I was ill… He loved me, and I loved him, too. I thought our love would not be expired and we would live happily ever after.

Until one day, during lunch time, when me and a few of my colleagues were having our lunch in a cafeteria in my working place, one of my best friends, Chloe, appears. She walked towards us, showing us her broad, charming smile. To my astonishment, she was wearing a lilac coloured dress, together with a white cardigan, exactly the same as the one that Chad had bought for me.

“My God, isn’t she’s Chloe? Hi Chloe!” One of my colleagues exclaimed.

“Hi Chloe! We didn’t see you for months!” Greeted another one.

“How was your holiday? You looked so pretty today!” asked a skinny lady, she was my colleague as well.

“How was your holiday in Europe?” finally I asked.

“It was great! We’d done a lot of sight seeing, and I love Paris very much! I wish I could live there,” said Chloe excitedly. “And look at this dress, Phoeb, isn’t it beautiful? My boyfriend bought this for me in a boutique when we’re in Paris, he said I looked beautiful when I wear this, he said I’m the most beautiful girl in the whole world and no one else can wear such a beautiful dress like this. He’s really lovely!”

“It really suits you well, Chlo,” I said in a hypocritical smile.

Everything on my plate was tasted sour. Everything was tasteless for me. I was not happy that she had the same dress as mine, and I was not happy too for the way she got that dress was also same as mine, though I didn’t voiced out, both in verbal and non-verbal. I know she was my very close friend and shouldn’t feel unhappy of her in such an irrelevant way; I don’t want that feeling, either. But I didn’t know why I had such a feeling, it was uncontrollable, it just came out like that.

“Well it’s normal,” the inner ‘me’ whispered to me. “You still own a man who really loves you.”

About two weeks later, I received a call from Chad. He was just back for outstation from Europe.

“Are you free this evening?” he asked, he tone was unusual compared to the last days.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Then we meet in Starbucks. 6pm.”

“Alright, see you there!”

I arrived at Starbucks at 5:45pm, with my favourite dress — a lilac coloured dress, together with a white cardigan. I chose a seat that was near to the glass window and ordered a glass of latte and a piece of Tiramisu — our favourite order whenever we were in Starbucks. While nibbling the cake, I was recalling the happy days with him — in the cinema, at the beach, in my house, and many places.

I was there alone for one hour, waiting him, and he didn’t appear, yet. I started giving myself reasons, avoiding myself complaining. “Maybe he’s stuck in a traffic jam.”

Suddenly I saw a couple were holding their arms together, walking towards me, I knew them very well. One is Chloe; she was wearing a lilac coloured dress, together with a white cardigan, exactly the same as mine — the one I was wearing and the one that Chad had bought for me. The guy next to her is ——— Chad.

Still smiling, they took a seat, facing towards me. I could both of them wearing rings, their sparkling rings hurts my eyes. Chloe opened her latest Gucci handbag, took an envelope out and gave it to me. I opened it, it was an invitation card.

“Give you a good news. We’re going to be married next month.” She announced happily, and then smiled at Chad. He smiled at her too, then he turned to me, giving a disgusting, evil smile.

I really wanted to pour my latte to his face and shouted at him, “You liar! We’re over!” but I didn’t. I was just giving a cold, hypocritical smile. “Oh really? Seriously? Congratulations.”

Silence filled around us for seconds.

“Em... Sorry... I’ve something to do. Goodbye.” My voice was trembling. I left the cafe steadily and began to run. Tears were with me at that moment.

I resigned by using “continuing my studies” as my relevant reason. Of course I didn’t attend o their wedding. Indeed, I went to London on the day they married, bringing my lilac dress along. One day, after six months. Another one of my closest friend, Karen, unexpectedly saw me at a park in London. We warmly hugged and greet each other.

“How’s Chloe?” I asked.

Karen shook her head, sighing.

“She’s dead.”

I was speechless.

“That Chad is really a playboy. He was with a young lady two months after their marriage, and poor Chloe saw them dating at a cafe. She saw that lady was wearing the same lilac coloured dress as hers. That night, when she was back from work, she saw them lying on their bed, naked. It really drove her crazy. She cut her own lilac dress madly, and Chad tried to stop her when he was awake. But it was too late; the dress was already in pieces. She screamed ‘You liar, we’re over!’ and dived to the ground from their apartment.”

Luckily I did bring my lilac dress along, I thought.

Epilogue: This story is posted under a friend's request. Seriously I don't think that this is a good story. but still, all rights reserved.

Monday, March 9, 2009


I was tagged by my friend Theepa, so I post this here as well...
Let others know a little more about yourself, re-post this as your name followed by "ology"


What is your salad dressing of choice?
Coleslaw... I'm not really a kaki salad...

What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
restaurants with mirrors, or windows, comfortable chairs, nice melody songs and definately nice design n good food... n COFFEE! (eg starbucks...)

What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?
nil... I'm easily getting sick the same food comsumed for 4 days...

What are your pizza toppings of choice?
super supreme

What do you like to put on your toast?
vary. It might be butter n kaya, or mayo(LOL), or cheese (I'm a cheesiholic...)


How many television sets are in your house?

What color of cell phone do you have?
red n white


Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Well I can't determine whether I'm right-handed or left-handed... I write in write hand but I do use left hand for doing most of the things too...

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
so far no...

What is the last heavy item you lifted?
my lappie

Have you ever been knocked unconscious?


If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I don't think there's any nedd for changing my name since mine is unique.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
I'm not that stupid... $1000 is not enough for the medical fee... in case sth happen...


How many pairs of flip flops do you own?

Last time you had a run-in with the cops?

Last person you talked to?
my roomate

Last person you hugged?
My Lord



UK maybe...or Anaheim...

Day of the week?



Missing someone?
not really


What are you listening to?


Worrying about?
Assignments definitely!


First place you went this morning?

What's the last movie you saw?
Perhaps Love
Do you smile often?
No idea...


1)Do you always answer your phone?
mostly no... I always left my phone somewhere...

2) It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
Coursemates asking for homeworks... ==''''

3) If you could change your eye color what would it be?
blue maybe?
4) What flavor do you add to your Sprite?

5) Do you own a digital camera?
Nope boohoohoo...

6) Have you ever had a pet fish?

7) Favorite Christmas song?

8) What's on your wish list for your birthday?

9) Can you do push ups?
10) Can you do a chin up?

11) Does the future make you more nervous or excited?

12) Do you have any saved texts?

13) Ever been in a car wreck?
Yes... my body was shaking at that time...

14) Do you have an accent?
Rojak accent!

15) What is the last song to make you cry?
not a single song that can make me cry...

16) Plans tonight?

17) Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?

18) Name 3 things you bought in the last week
face mask, coffee, shower foam

19) Have you ever been given roses?
20) Current worry?
Assignments... again
21) Current hate right now?
22) Met someone who changed your life?

23) How did you bring in the New Year?
assignments... =='''

24) What song represents you?
hymns maybe?

25) Name three people who might complete this?
no idea

26) What were you doing at 12 AM last night?
27) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
LORD... n a...ssign....ments.....

I tag anyone who read this post. :p

Saturday, February 28, 2009

簡単な料理! -番茄香肠蛋公仔面

番茄2个, 切丁
香肠1条, 切丁

把面烫熟, 捞起,然后盛在碗里。
将蒜头爆香,然后加入香肠炒香;之后加入鸡蛋,炒散, 再加入番茄拌炒。

(Epilogue: This is my first recipe posted on my blog. Maybe more recipes will be published soon...)

Thursday, February 26, 2009

RIP to 莲姨

他说:"莲姨肝炎发作, 去世了."
新春回家, 探望她的时候, 她还好好的.
回槟城没几个星期, 就突然离开了.
安息吧! 疼我的莲姨...

Friday, February 20, 2009

Book covers for my assignment

I'm currently making a dictionary for my HBT 207 (Pekamusan dan Peristilahan) assignment.
well, it's almost done...
and I'd designed two book covers for it, but actually I'll use one of them...

and now I'm in dilemma...

Which book cover should I use?
Please give comments and suggestions. Tnks!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Some of the Food Blogthings...

Again, this blog is about FOOD.

Frankly, I love food and I love cooking. You can see my eyes sparkling when you mention FOOD, CULINARY
, COOKING, DINING, etc etc...

Well, you can know about ME AND FOOD at the blogthings below:

1: What kind of cereal am I?

You Are Muesli

You are broad minded and cosmopolitan.

Your tastes are varied and numerous.

You like many types of things. You definitely aren't picky.

The only thing you can't stand is being bored.

You're the kind of person who can't have the same breakfast often.

Your breakfast is unpredictable, unique, and very varies.

2: What pasta dish am I?

You Are Lasagna

Compared to most people, you are open hearted and genuinely friendly.

You go out of your way to make sure everyone is comfortable and happy.

It's likely that you're a good cook, and you have a few signature crowd pleaser meals.

You enjoy entertaining and welcoming guests into your home.

3: What kind of sandwich am I?

You Are a Ham Sandwich

You are quiet, understated, and a great comfort to all of your friends.

Over time, you have proven yourself as loyal and steadfast.

And you are by no means boring. You do well in any situation - from fancy to laid back.

Your best friend: The Turkey Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich

4: What kind of sundae am I?

You Are a Hot Fudge Sundae

Classic, simple, and divine.

Why mess with perfection?

5: What kind of food am I?

You Are Italian Food

Comforting yet overwhelming.

People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.

6: Am I a good cook?

You Are a Creative Cook

Your cooking is unusual, inspired, and definitely one of a kind. People love your unique style, but you've had your share of kitchen flops.

You have the makings of a cult chef. You may not cook at the Four Seasons, but you could have your own little funky cafe in San Francisco!

Hmm... It seems like I'd found another ability --- COOKING.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Pik Hang is Currently a HUGE Eater

Here's my lunch today:

1st dish: HOKKIEN MEE


3rd dish: MIE SEDAP


My stomach is like an endless pit!!!