Fairy in the Bottle

Don’t talk to me…I’m very depressed right now. You know, Roldan and Zombie are missing. I guess they are now in fairy realm. I tell you something (whispering) that place isn’t very nice and magical like you always dreams about. I heard that Roldan is still searching for Zombie. Maybe they got separated when they entered the fairy realm.

So what I really wanted to do now is to make a few wishes. Hope they will come back real soon…Let’s start wishing. But first you will need to prepare something.



You will need: A4 papers (assorted colours), a see-through bottle, scissors, glue, glitter glue, wrapping paper, ribbon and embellishing objects (stickers/stamps *optional)




Make the wishes:

1. Cut the A4 papers into 1cm x 20cm.
2. Then fold the cut papers into origami stars.
3. Start decorating the bottle when you finished folding.
4. Cut some wrapping paper and glue it on top of the cover/cap.
5. Tight a ribbon around the cover/cap.
6. Put all the folded origami stars into the bottle.
7. Seal the bottle filled with your wishes.

Please don’t stop wishing people. Keep putting stars inside the jar as you do, who knows maybe your wishes will come true. I really wish to see Roldan and Zombie again right now…because I don’t want to be alone here in this place called Earth (I’m lost). Yeah, that’s me The Lost Faerie. ‘Till we meet again…

Michael Jackson tribute by Frosted Cigar

Hello guys! How’s it going on? For me, I’m still drifting at the sea looking for my friend Zombie. No luck yet, but I won’t give up.

I felt a great urge to write this post even though I really should be concentrating around for traces Zombie left for me. But as a dedicated fan of the world of entertainments, I realized that I had to pay my respect.



A shocking news, stirring and spreading on Thursday 25 June was about someone who earn the title King Of Pop, named Michael Jackson. Of course we have heard this name several times in our life, whether out of popularity or publicity. Looking back when I was kid, he was one of my favorite singer, entertaining my ears with the song ‘Black and White’, ‘You are not alone’, ‘Thriller’, ‘Beat it’ and a few songs that I may not remember. But still, he was a legacy that will ring loud and clear for the next decade.

And recently, on the age of 50, he made an attempt to relive the legend he created when he was young, setting a concert which was supposed to be on 13 July at the stage in London Famed 02 arena. He was prepared and his dance moves were polished, expecting a success by the hard efforts, but fate took an unexpected dive and all turned upside down. At the age of 50, Michael died after he was sent from rented home in the posh Los Angeles neighborhood of Holmby Hills under the care of UCLA medical center.

He was believed to suffer cardiac arrest that leads to his demise. It is a possible effect of heart attack or other heart problems.



Michael had been singing all his life, ever since he was a little boy. Jackson 5, formed by him and his 4 brothers had made an early impression for his talent with their hit songs, ‘I want you back’, ‘ABC’, ‘I’ll be there’. He was 4 during that time and was the lead singer in this group.

Now, who don’t know about backward gliding moonwalk, rhythmic squeal, and crotch grabbing robotic dance? I remember myself trying to imitate the dance when I was little, clamping my hat while doing the moonwalk. Well, Michael Jackson was the one who introduced it all, and it will always be an episodic memory of him.

No matter how hard you deny it, Michael was the biggest star in the world of pop despite his allegations of kid sexual assaults that we may heard of. His name was engraved in memory on the right side of Elvis Presley. He was the king of pop and will stay that way even though his soul won’t be singing again in the future.

For this, Frosted Cigar tipped the brim of its hat and bow to pay homage for a great loss to the world of entertainment.

Zombies mercenary… status, LOST

Bad news people! (Panting) Super freakin’ bad news for you all.

I’m not sure how to tell you about this. This is quite sentimental and hard for me to say and I really really hate to tell you any of it, but I had to. I had to inform the reader of Frosted Cigar, by hook or by crook. Or else you’ll never know what I’m up to and why.

The news, yes the news… (exhaled deeply)

You all had been acquaintance with Zombie Extraordinaire yes? Well, I’ve been trying to contact him for the past few days, but his phone was dead all the time. But I didn’t easily give up. I kept calling and calling him like a thousand times and his mailbox kept pushing and pushing me away with threats and daunting kind of lines… It goes, “Zombie is busy digging a grave, burning corpse and igniting apocalypse. Just leave your message after the braying laughter…” And it laughed for 3 minutes straight.

So I was kind of worried about him. Lately he was so into this apocalypse thing and sometimes he even sketched a picture of the crumbling world while he sleeps. People in blazing brassiere and torn boxers running side by side away from explosions and meteorites. I’m concerned. So yesterday, I knocked on his door to check. But nobody was there… I caught a glimpse of a very strange pentacle on one side of his wall through the gaps. My concerns looming, so I broke the door and get in. (Sorry about this Zombie, wherever you are). And what I saw is remarkable and evil at the same time. He was on to something… and he was gone!

But stay calm! I’m going to save him from whatever retching business he got, or whoever that had kidnapped him. I’m really confused here and I can’t think of a place to start searching. But Zombie did a random drawing on a piece of paper laying down on the floor. There’re wavy lines here and there, circles and more lousy circles, and something looked like Christmas tree. I think it’s Pacific Ocean. And that’s where I’m going to start.

Can you check him out here while I'm away? Thanks people. You've been a great help...

I won’t be long people… I'll get back as soon as I can and I promise you more entertainment news when I got back. Please keep reading Frosted Cigar… and I love you guys!

Sail Ho!!!!!!

Robert Pattinson’s bodyguard - “Twilight fans!! Ye be warned!”

After being a powerful vampire in twilight, Robert Pattinson thought that he could stop a Manhattan taxi with bare hands, but instead got ran flat by it like a wet bread. Heh heh. I really shouldn’t joke like that. I hope twilight fans didn’t passed out. Come on! It’s a joke! Your Edward Cullen is still alive and kicking, and still leaping around Hollywood in an unimaginable speed.

However, part of the joke is true though. He was indeed got hit by a taxi after filming a scene for his new movie “Remember Me” in front of a bookstore in Manhattan. Don’t die yet, just hear me out okay? And let this story be a good example for all the twilighters around the globe.

Okay now, where were we? Right. When he was filming the scene, a group of hysterical teenage fans gathered outside the bookstore and waited by his trailer for him to come out. I’m sure they have no harmful intentions for the twilight star, but let’s face it. If you’re a hot and have a paleface like a vampire, people will be hysterical whenever they got the chance to be near you. Papparazi and fanatics will follow your breadcrumb trails like zombies and never let you live your life as you like. So you run!

However, when he was running across the street, a taxi driver (probably a twilight hater) hit him on the road. Poor Robert huh? But rest assured. There was no harm done except for some light injuries and cold pounding heartbeats that made him paler than ever. And according for RadarOnline.com who claimed to witness the accident, one of his bodyguards yelled at the girls who suffered a far more serious injury than Robert Pattinson. A disease and I believed that disease is called “I killed Robert Pattinson” disease. Highly dangerous! It could lead to suicide!

The bodyguard yelled, “You see what you did! You almost killed him!”

So dear twilighters, please don’t be so obsessed and let Robert live his free life. Don’t chase him, because you might kill him, and there would be no sequel for twilight anymore. And Hollywood would lose its hottest properties who just got voted as the world’s most handsome man by online readers of Vanity Fair. Now, you wouldn’t want that to happen, won’t you?

Happy Father's Day!! Please take my humble gift...

Hello again guys! How are y’all doing? Everything’s alright? I surely hope so… As for all the fathers who were reading this blog, Happy Father’s Day to you all! Remember to be a nice daddy so that your little Santa will send gifts to you.

You know, I was having my dinner at a stall yesterday, and there was this guy wearing a cool shirt. You see, it was not the design that attracted my attention; it was the words printed on it. It’s totally cool! It reads… “Eat well, Stay fit, Die anyway.” Nice huh? It’s funny, but true anyway.

Okay now… back to the topic of this post. As for today, in honor of Father’s day, I would like to share a story with all of you. It’s something I wrote some time ago. Well, I like to write stories about relationships, and as for this story, it’s a story about the relationships of a father and a son. Read it, who knows you might love it. Heh heh! And don’t forget to leave a comment. Anything’s fine with me… So, here goes…

Title: Dreamer

“It’s my life!! Mine!!” My heart sizzled in anger as I glared towards the arrogant old man in front of me.

“And I’m your father!!” His voice boomed, louder than mine. My mother stood in between, confused on which side she should be standing. I don’t blame her and I couldn’t care less of on whom side she would be. For the moment, only the stupid mad entity before me that matter.

The argument began at the point when I said that I wanted to quit my job to follow my dream to be a writer. Well, you could say that I was an idiot who walked away from the path of life to chase an indefinite dream and I wouldn’t say that you’re wrong. However, the choice is mine and none of others’ judgment could change my mind.

I flicked my eyes to my mother before turning away towards the doorway. I managed to halt my steps right at the doorsteps and glanced towards my parents for one last time before I ventured into a stretching colorless and impeding land outside. My heart cried, but it didn’t reach my throat for them to hear. Bearing sadness inside my chest, I went away. And there were no hugs and kisses made for my goodbye, just a pair of disapproving eyes.

A week passed since I waded on my path of dream. None of my stories was published yet, but I never give up. Until one day, I received an unexpected phone call from my mother. My heart was thudding fast as she told me that my father collapsed at work and now being admitted into a hospital. Without further hesitation, I went to the hospital immediately.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I just sat at the alleyway bench, observing every people passing by, feeling too afraid to be face to face with my father again. I knew I was the last person he expected to see. Or maybe, I didn’t know what to say to him anymore, but I know that my heart was dying to see him.

Then I saw a familiar face among the crowd in front of me. A loving face that forgives every wrongdoing and sins done and not one single day goes by without I dream of that face. She halted as she saw me and quickly strode to my side.

“Why didn’t you come in?” She asked as she sat. I just averted my eyes, trying to figure out the answer that question, knowing well that I don’t have one. She let out a subtle sigh and fixed her eyes away from my side.

“Let me tell you a story of a man I knew, very similar to you…” I frowned and turned to her.

“The one who pulled magic in everything he wrote…the one who never give up his dream.” She smiled and looked at me.

“But on one fateful day, he quitted. Do you know why?”
I shrugged.
“All because his lovely little son was born. Foods must be kept on the table, so he gave up…”

A weird sensation of pain struck my chest, melting my heart with regretful sorrow I wished I shed long time ago.

“I guess, an apple doesn’t fall far from its tree…” And she patted my lap tenderly before getting up and went away.

The next day I braved myself and went inside. And on the bed he laid, barely conscious under all the sufferings. My mother quickly got up on her feet and gave me a reassuring smile before she left us alone in that creepy room. For a moment, only the beeping sound of the unknown medical equipment filled the air between us.

“Hi dad…how do you feel today?” I managed to squeeze the words out of my lips. He didn’t even react and I wasn’t sure if he heard me or not.

I strolled closer towards his bed.
“Yesterday, mom told me a story of a guy…but it didn’t end well. The guy didn’t get what he wanted because of certain reason he didn’t wish others to know.” The air still froze in silence and nothingness.

“It wasn’t supposed to be that way. So, if it’s even possible, I would like to pick up where he left off in pursue for the happy ending…”

I bit my lips, not knowing what else I should say to him. I guess that was it. So I turned away and closed my eyes hard before I felt a feeble poke on my back. I twisted my head towards the old man’s eyes and saw the tears streaming down his wrinkling cheek. And his voice trembled between tears, struggling hard like a string of sprawling letters, but his words shine on, brighter than the sun at day and the stars at night.

“Go my son…make me proud…”

A year later my story was published, thanks to my agents. My father didn’t live long enough to see that day coming true, hence the first copy was placed on his concrete cemetery. Everything turned out alright since and I hope somewhere, someplace nice, my father is proud and smiled down upon the path of dreams I dedicated for him.

THE END