Still A Nun?

So, am I still considered a nun?

On the Tuesday before the semester ended, a few of us decided to go to Pyramid after the court visits. (Where I fell down and had a golf ball for a right knee. Why am I so blind?? Can't even see an uneven floor? Or rather, why must I walk near the cannister?)

So we had sushi. Yes, I am officially a sushi addict.

Actually, I only followed them to get a drink.

So after lunch, which I eventually ate although at first I didn't plan to eat (the sashimis and inaris were screaming at me to eat them) we decided to go to Rainforest.

And drink.

Had about 4 pints of beer and a cocktail called "Sex in the Rainforest". It's a mixture of malibu and vodka and cointreau and orange and pineapple juice. (just ignore the name of the cocktail.

The verdict?

Never take a cocktail mixed with juices. The alcohol is so diluted!!!

So I ended up pouring whatever remainder of beer that I had into the cocktail.

It was just so schmacking awesome!!

I was happy on cloud 9. Could still manage to walk straight to the loo although a lil like a fairy walking on the cloud.

I still make the best cocktails. It's not too hard, not too light and it's not bitter. It's sweet actually. Coupled with alcohol. And you're in heaven.

And after the drinks, I did the most drastic thing. Yes, Debble doesn't smoke.

Debble did a leapfrog.

Straight into the hands of shesha. (however you spell it) It's just a fruity smoke with a lot of carbon monoxide. Nothing harmful.

But people will have to learn how to smoke first before shesha-ing. Apparently, it's harder.

Nope, I did it quite well. Except for the fact that the bloody shesha thingy was spoilt so the shesha experience wasn't exactly a full one.

It was still good. It sends you to a higher tier of the clouds from all the carbon monoxide swimming in your head. After a while, it fizzles off and you're downright damn sober.

This girl, who is as skinny as Xiao, took asahi at Sakae Sushi, drank 3 pints of beer and a Devil's blood cocktail. Which is practically brandy and coke. Quite a lame cocktail I will say, but it kicks your brains.

She, was downright drunk. But she kept denying it. She said: "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk. Are you afraid of me? Don't be afraid of me!" Well, her boyfriend said she clawed him once because he refused to let her pay him back for a trivial sum.

But I found out that you DO NOT do drink, smoke and do shesha. Because one of us did that (not the "are you afraid of me" girl), she's thalaesaemic and she blacked out. She practically just slumped into a pile of body because she couldn't feel her limbs.

And I was there to catch her. But I lost my balance and stepped a lil of the skin of her knees. Ooops, sorry. Luckily a guy came and carried her. Yes. To a chair.

And we massaged her legs and neck because she almost puked. (The girls did the massaging. Don't think too far!!) Massaging, btw, if you're wondering why we did it, helps her blood to circulate.

And that's the drama for the day. We all went home happily. Yes, it's a happy ending for a scandalous day out. Drinking during the day especially.


I was rather afraid that my dad will smell the shesha smoke. But I'm glad he didn't suspect anything. Heheh. Sister, who can smell weed out anywhere didn't either. Double cheers!!!

But the next day, I wouldn't say that I was drunk, just a lil tipsy, I was slurring. And exceptionally cranky.

Weird huh. Slurring only the next day. Was it even a hangover? I blame it on not having my usual round of coffee for the morning.

Anyway, I told my sis about this eventful day on Sunday and she was totally cool with it. In fact, she's sponsoring me!!! She was a lil jealous though that I've done shesha and she hasn't. We're equal now. She's done clubbing and I haven't!!

Not that I'm trying to be a coolio by doing all this. But I think it's pretty harmless to try things out and know why people actually do it. Well, I do now. But I do know my limits. (Unlike claw girl who asked us to go drinking again after shesha. I declined and forced her not to. Because she was already saying weird stuff and everytime she says something weird I will have to do more shesha rounds to knock her weird words off me brains.)

And how am I now currently? A week after that eventful and scandalous day??

SICK. Down with fever and this is the 4th day. The throat STINGS LIKE A BEE and my nose won't stop leaking.

And I have a whole pile of clearing to do for catching up.

Sigh. The price of fun.

So am I still a nun? Or does the "nun" category only falls on dressing?? [Crosses fingers, arms, legs, whatever that Ms Anne won't read this post]

Relationship In The Same Building

Should one actually be involved in a relationship when they are in the same building? Or at a place where one will meet the other person every single day?

I am thinking twice about it now.

I will avoid having a relationship in the same building as far as I can prevent it.

Because seriously, if the guy in the end happens to be an overly-possessive freak whom you finally find that you're incomptible with; and you are both in the same building, life is a living hell.

Life is a living hell when someone you dread seeing stalks you every single day.

Now I know why people lock their facebook profiles at times.

Being stalked is utterly unpleasant.

Does anyone know how to break up with this kind of overly-possessive freak without actually provoking him into violence and still maintain a casual friendship with him?

(Sister is breaking up with Bart Simpson. Amen to that. - but she does not know how to do it. So she is freaking out and running away from her company by going to court. Just keep this information within this blog.)

Or is it entirely impossible?

I have this issue of being overly friendly (and it flows naturally) which sends out all the wrong signals and messages.

(I kinda hate the proper pronunciation of the word 'issue'. It's like saying 'is-you')

But I'm glad that I am now able to completely let the past bury itself, and I am moving forward; a brighter and more optimistic person.

Hopefully this new attitude will somehow influence my bloody posture.

(Because if one does BVC, they will reprimand you for bad posture)

I'm still loving Law School no matter how stressful it is.

I somehow find it fun. Especially when you can argue with people and still be mighty strong friends after that. It really throws all kinds of views on the law. (Even contorted ones, most definitely)

I'm glad that the worst is over. Contract was handed in on Friday and I just handed in Tort today.

That leaves me with the effing Criminal Law tutorials to prepare for. And the non-assessed assignment for Criminal.

As much as I am more optimistic, I have become more loud and outspoken too!! And I cuss a lot. (It's probably due to the influence from Amy Winehouse - Dear Amy, please don't die so early. Take care of your bloody lungs and liver so that you can write more awesome songs!!)

I love uni. People talk about alcohol like it's water unlike some who will instantly go all puritanical about it. It is OK to drink as long as you are NOT drunk. Just some social drinking won't kill!! (Please do not get me wrong, I totally respect people who refrain for religious reasons) And No, I am not trying to be cool. How can anyone deny the joy of drinking?? (Especially when you make your own cocktails. Yours truly does.)

We'll probably go drinking on the last day of the semester. Just to let loose.

People think that lawyers are tight-assed nerds? You are WRONG!!!!! We are actually the most driven and crazy people around. We have our fair share of nerding and partying. Who says that lawyers are boring? We party with class!! (But it doesn't mean that others don't.)

If you are wondering why this blog post is so emotionally charged, I'll tell you why.

BECAUSE I GOT HIGH.

BECAUSE I GOT HIGH.

BECAUSE I GOT HIGH~~~........

I get high on practically anything. (Please bear in mind that I don't do weed)

Chilly.

Curry.

Sugar.

Coffee.

Coke.

And I get pretty rowdy too.

My mom is worried that there is this caged party animal trying to break free in me.

Sorry mom, it's just the alter ego gaining strength.

Yes, I have multiple alter-egos. Wouldn't it be fun to guess which one you're talking to?

*sniggers*

I bid you good luck.

And good day!!!

I Should Dye My Hair Blonde

You don’t have to wonder why. I’ll just retell the entire scenario.

Text message: ‘Deb, did you get back your purse?’

Reply: ‘What purse? Did I drop it in your car? I don’t think I dropped it.’

Phone call: Deb, someone from Taylors called me and informed me that you dropped your wallet in the library. I gave them your number; didn’t they call you?

Deb: What?? Are you serious?? No wonder I received this phone call from a Subang number but I didn’t answer it because I was having class.

Hang up.

Rummages bag in search of wallet. IT IS NOT THERE!!!

I walked all the way back to college from the DVD store. What a retard I was. Lost my wallet and did not suspect or realise anything of it at all!!! This is a situation where you will just feel like removing your shoes and stuffing it into my mouth/hitting my head with it just to wake me up.

Seriously, I have turned so bimbotic; I can legally dye my hair blonde. Or probably the law will enforce it on me.

Thank God the librarians kept my wallet safe and intact in their drawer. (They made a list of everything that was in my wallet. How embarrassing.) And they were chuckling at how late I was in realising that I have dropped my wallet. Actually, I had this feeling to grab my wallet but I just shoved it off; thinking that I won’t spend anything when I went down to the cafeteria with a friend.

Gosh Debble. For goodness’ sake, turn back to brunette!!! Brunettes are smarter! Don’t follow Jessica Simpson to that highway down to bimboism!!!!!

I Almost Met with A Massive Accident

Seriously, I hate Malaysian drivers.

Ok, I admit that I have a tendency to accelerate but one has to or else get knocked at the back or get honked. (And I only go at about 80-100 on Federal)

So, today, after passing the Subang toll gate, I accelerated. Only to have this fucktarded (I'm sorry, I really have to curse here) grey Waja car swerved to my lane (the middle lane which is "supposedly" safe) just to overtake a lorry.

For goodness' sake, have a little patience!!! And look at your bloody side-mirror before you switch lanes!!! And you weren't even accelerating fast enough to cut into my lane!

Thank God my dad turned my steering (because I was half dazed - need to use my brains a little more in driving) and I swerved to the right lane and missed the grey Waja by mere inches and the Avanza car on the right lane behind me by mere inches.

And thank God I had the sense to switch my foot and step on the break and turn the steering wheel to the right and back before I hit the divider. I think the Avanza dude had to break very hard. Sorry, uncle, and thank you for breaking too.

I tell you that STUPID STUPID STUPID WAJA CAR!!!!! He had to recover in the middle lane behind me for a while before he went taking off at mad speed on the right lane again. I hope that whoever was in the car gave him a good slap on his face, and if they don't, I hope God will slap him for me. I'm seriously so damn mad with that IDIOT!!!

The Avanza uncle was so nice, he just gave me a light beep on the honk to tell me how dangerous I was. Which I knew that I was damn dangerous. But I'm so grateful for him for breaking.

I officially have a grudge against Waja car drivers. Seriously, just because you drive a much more expensive version of locally made cars doesn't mean that you're driving a ferrari and please come to your senses that you need to have patience in driving. I always follow the lorries for a while until I have the chance to switch lanes. Oh, and please bear in mind that you're actually driving a tin can too. Perodua drivers are wayyyyyyyy better than bloody Proton drivers. Especially Waja cars.

Dad was really scared because if we were to crash he will suffer the most damage. And I am thankful for his adrenaline and his alertness.

It's the second time I'm so damn bloody blur in my driving. I need to get my brains in.

I really thank God for protecting us.

Let me update a little of what has happened since this blog has been quite dead for a month and a half. I'll just put it in point form.

1. I had this toe-cracking experience.
   
   Basically, we were wearing formal wear (as in coat and all) and we girls were wearing heels. And we had to stand around from 9 am right until 7.30 pm. Ok, for me it was from 7 am since I had to commute via train to KLCC. It was for the International Moot competition and this LawAsia Conference. We got to see Badawi speak in real life. Leave me an offline note if you wanna bitch bout it. It was fun and full of experience as a whole though.
   
   Oh, and the toes really threatened to crack because I escorted the mooting team which I was in charge with all the way to the Corus hotel. And we went on foot.
   
   
2. I became Smeagol x 3.
   
   Thanks to the mother who came back from London and forgot where she placed her rings; accusing me of misplacing them while I was keeping them for her all the time. It took me 3 1/2 weeks to find for those 3 bloody rings. And guess what? We found them in her pants pocket. JOY!
   
   
3. I'm beginning to see the light.
   
   OK, as in, almost dead and also, I am no longer that blur. Yes, I finally got a grip of my studies and I can actually concentrate and know what I'm doing. Tutorials are a great way to wake me up and slap me in the face on how little I know about my stuff. Although I have done A Levels, but that is immaterial because we have added elements (the ones A Levels omitted) and they are quite crucial in understanding the law.
   
   
4. Tutorials sucks the life out of you.
   
   I just had a whole full week of tutorials and my workload was basically piled up so high; it was as if I was drowning in a sea of books.
   
   
5. University life is a world of difference from A Levels.
   
   I thought that the transition from SPM to A Levels was a major change and given that A Levels is quite similar with university. Consequently, I thought there won't be much change. But I was obviously wrong.
   
   University life is so much more hectic with so much of self-reading and understanding to do. We practically have to read all full cases on our own and make lots of case briefs. And we are told that in order to get a second upper we'll have to read at least 4-5 books. Such joy and bliss. A first class requires additional materials.
   
   
6. Books.
   
   Given that I need to read 4-5 books for each module and the books are thicker than dictionaries, I have been officially been pronounced a nerd without needing any certificate to proof it. I tried carrying 4 books yesterday but I gave up after 10 minutes. They weighed about 15 kgs there. Madness. My arms are sore.
   
   
7. I pierced my ears!!!
   
   Yes, finally after so long. The mom consented.
   
   
8. I slept yesterday night immediately after dinner.
   
   I was so tired from all the lack of sleep from the tutorial week.
   
   
9. I have developed a serious speed reading skill.
   
   I mean, we are in the university of reading... which really makes us read. I mean, Law for a fact. But I really like my university studies because it clears up so much of my misunderstandings and doubts from A levels. And I do plan to get a first class, if I can get as a consolation to my blow at dignity because of A levels.
   
   
10. I love my class.
    
    The people are totally not those sensitive kind and you can joke all that you want. Even at their expense! And my group of friends, (mixture of Malaysians, Singaporeans, Tanzanians and Kenyans) are just so awesome. Love them to bits! And the best part is everyone is not that naive to look at live so conventionally and be so blinded. And they all have a cynical point of view at the world of politics. Which is fun. At least rather than talking about myself we talk about politics; which is so much more fun!! I can finally lay low about my profile and choose to hold back.

Overall, my life is a mixture of hell and bliss. It's law afterall. What was I expecting??

Tug-O-Wars

War #1 

Dear brains,

Please do wake up and stop me from uttering nonsense that don't even make sense to myself.

I need you to be alert and start absorbing and analysing.

So it's the tug-o-war between my lazy side and the ambitious side once again.

As usual; nothing new.

War #2
There's a thin line between frustration and depression. They will eventually lead to each other. Which is currently what I'm facing.

It's just a matter of which side of it wins more.

War #3
Conservative vs. Revolution

The change of House of Lords to Supreme Court which comprises of a President, a Vice President and 10 Law Lords?

It's sad. I prefer the old prestigious House of Lords where all of them are such big shots and they are all so influential in politics as well as in the judiciary.

Sometimes, there need not be a complete segregation of the bodies in the country. I think it is imperative that the judiciary actually advice the Legislative on what should be law and point out the loopholes and the drawbacks of passing a particular bill.

I think the Supreme Court is just chapelang.

War #4
The witty vs. The dead bored.

I have this constant fluctuation between being absolutely crazy at one point and cracking all sorts of weird and crude jokes and all of a sudden, I'll be extremely quiet and blur.

War #5
Love vs Hatred

Do I love my lecturers or do I absolutely hate them?

They are dedicated in different ways. Some spoon feed some don't. So, which side do I really like? Some are extremely sarcastic and the other extreme end they are extremely lame.

War #6
Reality vs Daydream

I seem to be in the daydreaming world rather than reality.

I cannot count the amount of times I have spaced out in class.


Something is seriously wrong with me. I actually wanted to write very interesting posts but everytime I sit down in front of the computer, all the ideas just go missing and I am completely blanked out.

What's wrong with me?

Attempt at being Cinderella

Yesterday was spankingly awesome.

Not because Uni was awesome, but because I got to drive all on my own courtesy of dahdee's consent.

I went home at 1 pm and had lunch.

And started running my errands as Miss Personal Assistant to an ex-extremely-critical-and-efficient-Admin Manager; in other words, my mother.

I had to make dozens of phone calls, be extremely assertive to get things my way; enquire informations which are way beyond for a person of my age [they were all shocked to hear that I am the daughter instead of THE ultimate person] and make arrangements and appointments.

And I got my way!! Yay!!

So before I got the answer, the dahdee who came to the college and I took over to drive home, had to quickly change cars and rush off to work. He left at 2 pm.

After all the phone calls, it was 2.45 pm and my Criminal Law book and Contract book were just lying hopelessly directly beside me, untouched and untainted by my brains and fingers. So much for reading up and preparing for today. But no, the matter at hand is at bigger stake than the books.

And finally, I passed the negotiation to 2 other people to come up with the appointment time.

Meanwhile, while waiting impatiently for the reply; I went into the kitchen to boil water under the request of the dahdee.

After that, I walked into the hall; attempting to clear up all the mess that my mom and sis left behind before the flew off.

Out of spontaneity, I started unpacking my sister's trunks. And started sorting the clothes out according to colours and the clothes which have the possibility of shedding their colour.

And I washed the clothes. Using the washing machine of course. Not such a classic Cinderella afterall. But it's still a first for washing clothes.

I was impatient for it to be 3 pm so that I can consult my "manager"  on the actions which I should take for the situation at hand.

Finally, I got through to the sister's phone after a serious of screaming into the phone receiver. It's weird. Everytime I make international calls, I find that the volume of the person on the other line is extremely soft. Which is absolutely irritating because it feels like my sister suddenly got dumb and I am speaking Fiji language.

I was told that they were going to Oxford that day. Fine. Finished the call and immediately, the phone rang again.

The appointment was set at 4.30 pm.

Then I went round doing more housework, getting myself ready to go to the bank and also to drive by myself. For the first time; after 3 official lessons of long-distance driving. It's sad - yes. I drove.

At 4 pm, while I was getting the clothes out of the washing machine to dry, my handphone rang. The guy might not be able to make it on time because he had to rush to two places.

I was anxious because I didn't want the other fella to think that we blew him and not go for the appointment which was set.

It was the fastest time I had for hanging clothes.

I rushed to the car, grabbing a the readied little purse and the car keys. And I drove.

I have never been so contented in my entire life.

I managed perfectly perfectly well!! In fact, I did excellently!!!

I went up this super steep and narrow road; I did a side parking; and I did a backside parking for a straight parking.

All at first attempt without having to twist the steering to its maximum and give the ugly thwack as an indication of its limit.

And later I drove all the way to the bank. It was raining. But I suddenly got adventurous and devilishly reckless; I decided to go on my own joy drive. And I drove around for almost an hour; purposely getting myself into jams and the most difficult of roads to drive. It was all absolutely excellent. I was so relaxed for the first time that I even drove with one hand on the steering wheel.


I even attempted this crazy idea of reversing out of the porch but not quite out of the house; but around the compound until the front of my car was facing the gate. Something which my mom will never dare to do.

So, the dahdee actually told the mommay what I did at home.

And hence, I was included in the alumni of "royalties".

Oh yes, I have just been told this afternoon that I own a Ted Baker tote bag!!!!! [Apparently, the sister said that she saved me from getting a Clarks bag instead. Yes, Clarks sells handbags in London.] And a couple of Burberrys and Ralph Laurens. [But the sister has an entire wardrobe of Hawes & Curtis and TM Lewin]

Magnificent!!!

Hah! My reward for being "Cinderella for a day"!!

Anyway, about Uni; I find that the method of teaching rather different. Every class is like some mini session of ELS.

But there's more thinking and arguing and "philosophies" to be written this time.

I miss Miss Marguerite's lectures and tutorials actually. Justine agreed with me too.

Ah, the life of me. It's always about books, books and more nerding.

I shall get back to nerding and attempt to sleep early today. [Failed for the past 4 days]

Have a great day!!

p/s: I have a feeling that had I flown to London with my mom and sis, they'll probably be bumming home with even more clothes.

Oh and they're bringing home Baileys!!! [Eh, suddenly have an ardent fancy for alcoholic drinks.]

Nono, I have to keep sane. Or be accused of being a lousy lawyer like Joe Biden who can hardly get his facts right for maths, economics, history, law and constitution of the USA. Hmm, Obambi has found his perfect candidate; besides Kevin Federline, who will not outshine him or stand in his way of having his agendas done.

Rock on Ann Coulter and Sarah Palin.

I wonder why Americans wanna vote for brainless people like Joe Biden's elitist party.

Ann Coulter is just spankingly awesome.

http://www.anncoulter.com

It will, however, increase the heart rate and blood pressure of Obambi lovers. But it doesn't mean that I'm discriminating against Obambi fans.

Feel free to bomb me on this blog if you want to.

What's Going On So Far

Nothing much has happened during the one month of absence from this blog.

Just a few highlights, I've been running around to help the mom find the perfect gown for the sister's call to the Bar.

And consequently, I had my knee swollen and the right knee having hints of pain due to too much stress. I limped about the house. I wasn't allowed to walk around much what more go anywhere.

The mother and sister are continuously teasing me about anything and everything; giving me more and more new nicknames day by day [which they deem as endearments... pooh]

So the mother and the sister are in London now enjoying themselves.

I'm hoping very hard for them to stumble upon more cool stuff for me. Hopefully, a new handbag and more clothes from Zara/Next/Topshop.

The first day of Uni life?

Well, it wasn't that bad. Kinda boring though sitting through those never-ending orientations.

Was extremely sleepy by the end of the day. It's obvious, I didn't sleep enough. Again. As usual.

The irony of the day was that I spoke about being a hostage.

A hostage of one's obsession and addiction. And how we should plot to study.

Like the very professional fake-friar I was preaching about something which I am so far from practising myself.

Allow me to defend myself. Let's just say that... It takes a person to experience it to be able to talk about it.

There is a lot of pressure being placed on our shoulders. Having to live up to the past good records of the twinning program students.

Not forgetting the very short term compared to A Levels to complete 6 law subjects. So much of cramming to do in so little time. So many of activities and societies to join while still attempting to be extremely hardworking and be prepared for every single class.

Not easy, not easy.

It's a totally different playground compared to A Levels.

Let's not talk about boring Uni stuff. We shall divert to my driving.

Once, there is one person who always say that I will be a very good driver one day.

And I really hope I shall be one... one day.

Yesterday was my first time driving home all the way from the very doorstep of college. It was ok only; it was way below my own standards.

One thing for sure was, I wasn't used to accelerating. I have been driving around my housing area only for the past 6 months. And the only reason I'm driving on the highway now at 110 kmph is because my dad is brave enough to sit in my car and allow me.

I found quite a number of sick people on the road. Like this lorry which drove at 50 kmph in the middle lane.

For the second day of uni life?

I'm having some doubts about myself. Most people will blame it from the trauma of not doing well in A Levels. But I think it has caused me to rethink about where I stand.

For a start, I find that I can only remember fragments of what I studied for A Levels. It's really bad.

And I have a little difficulty in articulating my words. I blame it on the constant atrocious English that I speak at home just to irritate my  mom and sis. I should get back to speaking proper English. Minus the chinky accent. Or the Pakistani accent [learnt that from my sis].

It appears that I shall have to shelve my interest in studying French for a while and start concentrating on getting my brains back to functioning status.

And learn how to have enough sleep.

I'll have to start mugging on paedophilic cases now. It's R v Brown and R v Wilson. Joy.

Btw, the weather forecast for the entire week is heavy showers. Such bliss. No, sense the sarcasm and disdain.

Just When I'm About to Expire from Boredom

So, the sister's trunk arrived today.

And since she claimed that she has SO much of treasures inside, I was very eager to get to my aunt's house and rip the trunk open.

But all I found were loads of winter clothings.

And A LOT of books. Books which I usually stare at in bewilderment at the library. And so, I do not know what to do with the RM500 MPH voucher now that I've got most of the reference books that I need thanks to her.

Some of her shoes. And I don't know why the heck she shipped risottos home.

Small handbags which can only hold bare necessities.

But what I'm really glad was...

She has really AWESOME classical CDs. Mozart's 100. Bach's. Oh, and Debussy's and Bach's scoresheets for piano.

And storybooks. When I finished Chris Manby's Girl Meets Ape, I thought that it will be the beginning of my rotting period.

But, no! Now I have Philippa Gregory's The Queen's Fool and Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire.

Yay!! I'm not gonna rot after all.

Tea Ceremony

I have officially attended the worst tea ceremony in my entire life.

The house is crammed and the air is so thick with smoke, my eyes water and my lungs cry out begging for mercy.

And the best part is, I do not even know who the hell is getting married. I have never met either of them in my entire life. They are some relative in an elaborately extended family line.

I do not know who is who in the house and what to call them. So I made things simple, smile to younger ones and call all elderlys aunties and uncles.

I really regretted canceling my lunch date for such a horrible morning and I feel so terribly guilty for canceling. It's not like I have a choice anyway.

Not forgetting that I have to wake up terribly early when I only slept at about almost 3 in the morning yesterday night.

My mom and I decided that we've had enough and asked my dad if we can chip out for a bit and get back in time for the dinner at the restaurant.

Thankfully, we got the green light. Because, it's not like any of them like us anyway. And we have a HUGE language barrier. My chinese languages are just utterly horrible and they can't quite speak English. We're not quite needed as well except to make our presence felt and appease all in-laws.

So, at about 2 pm we decided to pop out and my mom just had to choose Sunway Pyramid. Which made me feel even more guilty because I am supposed to be there 2 hours earlier for lunch. But no, I have to cancel only to be there when I said I can't. Well, her excuse was, she had to find the perfect traditional dress to attend my sister's call to the Bar in October. So, there I was, miserably, guiltily walking in the mall; giving comments to everything that my mom tried on.

The sister went to some convention to sell her CVs. And met all of her friends there. She is happy, and my day just gets more miserable. I was hungry and terribly sleepy.

The dinner was not that bad. But it had a terrible finish with a bunch of horrendously JANG people trying to dance to Apologise and Sha La La. Dorky dorks. And those wanna-be drunkards started shouting at the poor karaoke controller for some R&B music. Thank God he had good taste for music.

Well, at least I had my revenge. I wore black for the wedding and I was terribly informal. I matched the top with jeans.

My mom told me that I was terribly rebellious, naughty and cheeky as she was laughing.

My sis just can't stop complaining because I got more stuff at a much younger age.

My dad was the happiest man because for the first time, we were all present for some family gathering.

I am so sorry, Sammie.

Wardrobe Constipation

Dear Mum,

I have realised that I have a terrible habit. A fetish to buy things.

Please do buy more hangers. Because I have chipped all that I could from Dad's wardrobe.

And please just don't open the wardrobe yet. Because packing the wardrobe after the trip with 2 1/2 times more clothes, it will take a while.

Because I just do not understand how the sister got so many stuff.

Really, don't open the wardrobe. Because a clothing might just fall out.

And I do not intend to incite your anger. Because the wardrobe looks as if it has been hit by an internal hurricane in a space too crammed. I know you cannot stand such sights.

It is already 2.30 am. Please stop punishing me and let me sleep? It's so unfair that I have to take over the packing from my sister just because she has started working. I packed all the bags to bring back home and I have to unpack and put them all in appropriate places.

Perhaps, we can declutter our wardrobe??

Breaking In

So we decided to go to Pavillion before my sis goes to work tomorrow.

And I find that I still prefer KLCC rather than Pavillion although Pavillion has more stuff to buy. It's probably because I prefer the environment in KLCC.

Also, I would rather pay the VATs in London and get much better designs. The stuff that are sold in Malaysia is just too limited and they are one generation slower.

The Clarks shoes for example. What was on sale in London, where people throw it all over the place like pasar malam is a new arrival over here. We saw the exact design.

And the PINK shirts in Jermyn street are so much better.

And Malaysia does not have Hawes & Curtis or at least TM Lewin.

G2000 clothes look quite primitive. And the sales in Malaysia is rubbish.

I guess shopping will never be the same again.

So we returned home at about 10 pm.

The entire house was dark.

That's great. Everytime the house gets a power cut due to heavy thunderstorm, Debble will have to suffer.

Because she will have to get out of the car and open the gate manually.

But no, this time the key wouldn't even go in!!!

Even my dad can't get it in.

And then we realised, someone tried breaking in into our house. We do not know when, but the lock was chiseled.

We suspect it is during the 2 months while we were away. Thank God the lock was jammed and can only be opened with the remote. And the uncle forgot to turn the house alarm on.

I do not wanna say goodbye to my home theatre. I love it!!! And no one is taking it away!!!

So, we had to call our dear neighbour who took 100 years to come out because since there is only an elderly lady and her maid in the house, they were rather suspicious when they saw us calling at their gate.

They thought we were some saleslady; my mom and I. Chih.

When they finally came, I had to break into my own home.

They gave me a little stool, and I really mean LITTLE!!!! for me to climb over a 5 feet wall.

I didn't know that climbing over walls is so DIFFICULT!!!

My sternum hurts now. Placed too much of strain on the chest to heave my heavy arse up; balanced on the 6 inches wide wall and give support and dampen the jump downwards.

Gosh.

Stupid chiseler. Why choose my house larr??

On a side note, I need to lose weight so that I can heave the arse up until the uncle finally decides to show up at my house to change the lock. And also for future breaking in activities due to the very difficult lock.

TNB, you'd better not have anymore power cuts.

Jalan Dungun

So the kiasu sister sent her mail out at 12.30 am.

And the next day, she woke up at 10.30 am.

And she got an interview at 4.30 pm.

And that left us stranded at Jalan Dungun from 2.30 pm.

Because the mother does not know how to drive to Jalan Dungun and the father has to drive home from work just to drive the sister there for the interview.

The sister just couldn't resist wearing her Hawes & Curtis purple top that we bought.

And the sister made me sit there until 7.30 pm.

Because her interview was 1 1/2 hours.

Which the mother said is a good thing.

Because it means that she is hired.

And yes she is hired. And I am tired.

There is absolutely nothing to do at Jalan Dungun just as Sammie said.

There is no one to sms and I am too lazy to sms.

So I sat there at Fig Tree looking bonged and flipping through old magazines.

And I thought to myself, how much I miss London where everywhere is accessible and they have much more fabulous magazines.

Wifi Sudah Mati

So the wi-fi died. Or probably the owner just got smart and changed to one with password lock.

Sigh.

And that leaves me with no internet for quite some time because the mother downgraded the internet while we were away and has not upgraded it back.

We have only 10 hours a month for 3 people to use.

It's a terribly sad and moronic story.

Pecah Record

Hallelujah!!!!!

All of our luggages passed!! Yay!!!

And we calculated, all in all we brought home 125 kgs.

The check-in luggages were about 23 kgs and 29 kgs.

The Italian lady who was a contract worker was really nice. She let everything through and she knew that I was desperate to get everything through.

Because she only saw that we each had a bagpack and a small little Reading bag full of books. And since we're "students"; she thinks that I am a student too, it's quite feasible because she thought that we each have our laptops in our bagpack and books and that's it.

We left our house at about 2.40 pm and reached Heathrow at 4 pm.

And I went to line up to claim back my VATs only to fine that the line is about 30 feet long!!!

And so I waited. And waited. And waited.

Until 6 pm, I couldn't take it anymore. All of those people in front of me has one stack of about 4 inches of receipts to claim. There are about 15 of them in front of me!

I just opted out. And we rushed to the counter and happily checked everything in.

After that, I had to rush out of Heathrow, catch a tube, get home, and take the other two hand baggages out. I couldn't find the exit in Heathrow. So I just desperately pushed through the emergency exit doors and I was hit by familiarity of the Arrivals hall.

And I just ran all the way to the tube. And I was on time for the tube!!! Boarded the tube at about 6.15 pm.

And I sat there in the tube until 7.10 pm. The minute I stepped foot at the King's Cross tube station I ran all the way to St. Pancras and cut out and ran to Oakley Square.

I reached my house in the record time of 12 minutes instead of the usual 30 minutes walk.

And thank God I reached Heathrow again just in time at 8.55 pm. We had to run all the way to our gate and I was carrying 60 kgs of stuff on me this time. As heavy as I am.

The best part is, the lady who checked us in was at the gate there again and her eyes BULGED!!!

She didn't know that we had 1001 things to take.

And for the first time, I only watched one movie and slept throughout the flight home when I usually watch movies throughout.

What Happened In Vegas was awesome.

Other than that, I'm just trying to desperately catch up with my sleep, which I am not getting at all because the parents always drag us out somewhere.

That's about it now.

University of Reading

Since I have nothing to post about, I might as well post about the past.

University of Reading.

No, Miss Christine, it is NOT a literacy programme. Although I need to polish up my English Language again.

It was a gorgeous day.

Some house in the Reading Town

Stream along the wilderness walk

Foxhill! This is where all of the lectures will be held.

Lake nearby Foxhill, in the campus

Ducks and Swans owned by the Queen

Huge-ass log chopped down and skinned near the lake.

The houses along the way in the campus.

I think this house looks kinda nice despite of it looking dilapidated.

But it's quite expensive to rent these houses. Because one will have to buy fire and break-in insurance and blah blah blah.

I wish I have more pictures to post here. Unfortunately, it was raining and we rushed off for a dinner appointment with a family friend.

But Reading is seriously a beautiful place. The campus itself. They have 2 clubs there. One for techno and another for R&B. They have 3 floors for people to dance and it is a sight to behold. They have the best clubs in the UK.

I'm flying off tomorrow!!!

Pray for good weather and that they will let my luggages through!!

It's now back to 22 kgs and 27 kgs.

Pray pray pray. Please.

Gracias and Adios.

I Don't Wanna Go Home!

I don't wanna go home.

But I bet all of you are saying... no... shouting:

"COME HOME DEBBLE!!!"

I do miss you people like crazy.

Going back home means leaving a lot of fun memories behind.

Running for the busses.

Getting free newspapers only to read about Amy Winehouse. Btw, I didn't know that she lives in my area. I go to Camden every single day. And she lives in one of the flats here.

Seeing weird people. There was this cross-dresser at the tube station who walked towards us saying "I'm a girl... I'm a girl..." and at the same time trying to do the catwalk.

And the constant cool weather without sunshine.

And the awesome food over here.

The awesome Robinson's Fruit and Barley drink.

The super fresh groceries.

Pimm's. Bailey's. Cocktails.

The Super cheap Marks & Spencer food here which has a wider range and tastes just absolutely awesome.

The convenient public transportation.

Looking at rare and beautiful cars.

Gosh, so many memories to leave behind. I bet my sister is gonna cry when she leaves here.

But I shall not be depressed.

Because, who knows, I might just come back here to do my Bar Vocational Course!

Yay!!!

But that is if I do really well for my Degree. Then I might probably be able to convince my mom to pay the tuition fees and make my sister who is hopefully successful by that time to sponsor my daily expenses.

And hopefully, I'll get to do LOTSA SHOPPING!!!

And you know what??

Hallelujah!!!

I manage to get my luggage weight down to 23 kgs each!!! And my mom just confirmed with us after asking the MAS people twice that our maximum baggage allowance is 25 kgs!!!

Yes!!!

What a beautiful finish to a beautiful holiday!

But I think I'm quite ready to start uni now.

Being dormant for so long, I think it'll be really great to start working again. Then I will be able to fill my free time more easily rather than bugging my sister what to do.

All's good all's good.

The 4 am SMS

Packing seriously zaps the energy out of me.

Pack, stash, squash, squeeze, stuff, push, zip, weigh, unpack, pack.......

The process goes on and on and on.

We have too many things which hardly weighs.

For instance, my sister's stupid request for melamine bowls and spoons which were not needed at all and the request for formal clothings which were not worn at all due to the cold weather.

It takes up a lot of space!!

And my sister bought countless amount of cosmetics over here over the period of time which she is here.

I have a 3kg pouch of make-ups which are hardly used but purchased by the cow out of fancy. And not to mention 7 zip-bags of moisturisers and creams and toners and cleansers.

So many things, so little space.

The best part is we're only allowed 20 kgs each. Which is madness because the luggage itself weighs 5-7 kgs. The clothes alone will take up all of the weight and more!!!

How am I going to pack to Reading in 2 years' time?? I'll probably have to ship everything over in advance. =S

Both luggages are overweight. The Large one is 26 kgs (After 100 times of packing and repacking. It was initially 30 kgs) and the other smaller one is 22 kgs. I finished packing the main luggages and we have 6 handcarries. One handcarry itself easily weighs 10kgs. Oh, and we're only allowed 5 kgs for handcarry. We have no choice.

I woke up randomly at 4.14 am. I knew because right after I woke up the little revolutionist text me. And asked me about blogs....

And around 4.45 am, I heard someone talking.

Do you know what is the time??

Something muttered in a slur

Don't do this. Don't do this to yourself. Why are you doing this?

[slurred] After what happened the other day, I lost motivation.

Then motivate yourself!!

You have a beautiful son at home. Why are you doing this?

mutter mutter mutter

When I met you you're a beautiful person and you ARE still a beautiful person. You were always there when I needed you to help.

mutter mutter mutter Let's not discuss this anymore. Walks away.

I think it's the most  calm argument I've ever heard of. It was as if she was a counsellor/shrink. Shrinking her husband. Oh well, his coat and pants looks rather shrunkened.

All I have to say is, hang in there, lady, and he'll probably turn around. Just don't lose your control.

I'm back to packing. One more last effing bagpack to pack!!! And a mountain of clothes to fit in. >.<""

Wish me luck!!!

NO, no, PRAY for me that they'll let me through and not charge me a single penny.

Thank you.

Electrifying Dim Sum

I shall leave the blog looking pimped. Because a change is good.

I am now craving for sushi. Can you believe it?? Don't tell my sister that or she'll be mightily pleased with herself for converting me.

I am also craving for Spaghetti Scoglio from Spaghetti House.

And do you know what's the best part??

I've put on 3 kgs. Which is really bad!!! Thanks to the constant pigging out.

Today is no exception.

We decided to go for this Dim Sum since we accidentally found out that this place in Haymarket has a Dim Sum buffet.

And so we went for it today. It's at Electric Bird Cage.

I thought I liked the setting of the place. I was really blur. I only saw the bar which is rather unique with its half teak and half glass design.

So we went in and sat down. And when the waitress came only did I realise my surroundings.

The waitress was wearing this super short flare dress which looks almost like a swimsuit if not for the skirt. She might as well not wear anything at all.

And I looked behind my sister's face.

The ceiling was a very nice plaster ceiling with all the decorations and all. But the abominable thing is that it is painted in fuchsia.

And then I realised the tables are in turqoise colour. The walls are also turqoise.

And the sofa that I am sitting on can act as a mini sofa bed with all the bolster pillows behind. It's quite convenient to lean over and lie down.

OMG, it was like a brothel. Especially with the lighting which is like some curvy thingy.
[Edit : I just realised, it looks like the colours on my blog now. Oh well.]

And we ordered Classic Cosmopolitan. It's a cocktail btw. I am underaged and so my sis ordered lemonade for me. But the nice waitress said that she'll split the cocktail into two since it's quite a big glass. So, we both had cocktails for the price of one. And I'm not complaining. In fact, I am very happy!!!

No, I wasn't drunk after the drink. Because the alcohol content wasn't that high after all and I thought my own concoction for a cocktail tastes better. I had Baileys, Triple Sac and Apple & Elderflower. Or my sister's concoction of Cranberry juice, Vodka, Triple Sac and Lime. It's really easy to make a cocktail. Just mix whatever you want. And my concoction had more kick than the one they gave us. The bartender probably did it on purpose because he didn't want two drunk chics walking out of the bar & restaurant and get stopped by a boobie [that's what the policemen are called]; ending with him going to jail because he gave an underage a cocktail.

Despite of the setting, the Dim Sum was good!! So much better than the ones we have at home.

My sister and I found the setting rather funny though. Fancy the two of us sitting in such a restaurant and having a buffet dim sum. Imagine how my mom will react if she were to find out.

Oh, and we were the only girls besides that one waitress in the entire place. And it's a club during the night btw.

If parents were to think that the clubs back in KL are bad, well, think again. If one were to compare KL and London, the clubs in KL can only be compared to some scandalous high school gathering. It is seriously Wild over here.

Not to mention, there is a chance of meeting really weird people here.

On Saturday, after our walk at South Kensington; we reached our bus station pretty late. And this dude appeared out of thin air and kicked the rubbish behind us.

"Sorry, girls."

I briefly nodded out of courtesy.

"Don't be afraid of me."

We continued walking without really looking at him.

"Do you know where I can find back up??"

My sister, who was slightly ahead of me, turned around and I stopped.

That guy was a highschooler who is drunk, with soggy hair plastered on his head.

He thought we were some Mafia's daughter or we're in some Chinese society of gangsters.

Gosh, dude!!! We look more like nuns rather than a Mafia's daughter!!! We figured that he probably got into a fight in a bar and wants to find a back up to fight back.

Men and their ego. Ok, certain men.

Anyway, we decided to go for coffee at Covent Garden after Dim Sum and some shopping. So from Regent Street, we cut through Soho towards Covent.

Before this, we walked through the streets of Soho and I thought that it was quite an innocent place. All we saw were restaurants and bars with some scantily dressed people walking about.

This time, we walked through the REAL Soho street. We had to do a speed walk through a maze of half-dazed people whose eyes are clouded with lust. Well, we did it again. In Amsterdam, we went to the wrong flower market with the smell of heroin and marijuana rather than the famed floating flower market which sells tulip bulbs.

And we had our coffee at last at Covent Garden. The last time we went, we saw some tame drunk people singing about there.

I love Dark Mocha Frapuccino. It is simply awesome. Sister went for Venti Espresso. Oh, and the price difference from Tall to Grande to Venti is only 20p from each upgrade.

I absolutely love Zara and Hawes & Curtis over here.

The sales are ending soon. Sigh. And so is my stay at London.

I shall be flying home next Monday.

Nothing Sweet About Me

This is one thing which I definitely brought back from Europe.

This song which plays over and over again everywhere. Especially on the European MTV.

And I love it!!!

I do not know if it's playing in Malaysia.

Cold!

Let's talk about England's most popular topic of conversation.

The weather. Because it is very erratic and changes in split seconds. And so, it gives the people a lot to talk about everytime the weather changes.

It was freezing cold yesterday night and this morning!!!

I had to use 2 blankets and wrap myself up like I'm in a cocoon.

So-called summer. It's windy and cold and wet over here!!!

We didn't do much today. We stayed in, slept in and watched the Olympics!

In the evening, I got bored and went downstairs for a drink. And I found my sister's housemate exhausted on the couch.

I came up with this idea. Go for a buffet!!!

Sister's housemate jumped with energy in lightning speed and she was instantly animated. Hehe. The power of Food and what it does to people!!! It brings absolute motivation and hope in life!!!

And so, we went for a Sushi buffet at Hi! Sushi at Camden Town, near Camden Lock where they sell lots of goth's stuff.

It's my first time eating Japanese food after the horrible experience on Japan Airlines. I'll never forget that foul sour-tasting so-called Western Food that we were served. I had to live on eating the Japanese peanuts while on the plane for 18 hours to San Francisco.

And surprisingly, the salmon sashimi tasted good!!! So much better than the one I had in Dynasty hotel. The salmon was really really fresh and you can really taste the salmony taste of salmon. Eh heh. I don't make sense.

The buffet was good. I'm quite a sushi convert now. Let's hope that the sushi back at Malaysia tastes as good as the one over here.

I love the sashimi, this sweet-tasting tofu wrap with sweet sticky rice inside. And the scallop!! Raw scallop which was absolutely tasty!!! Their "satay" tasted good too. But the chicken fat spoiled it. The squid was awesome as well. The beef was tough. The prawns tempura was disgusting. All flour and nothing else!!!

We ordered 3 plates of sashimi. Yes, we were all crazy. The sashimi tastes extremely good if dipped in soy sauced mixed with wasabi. For the last order, my crazy, greedy sister asked for 6 portions. And the waitress mistakened it for 6 person's portion. And came with a HUGE plate with 18 slices of salmon.

We all ate until our eyeballs threatened to roll upwards due to overeating. And we were all BLOATED!!!

I learnt one thing. Never attempt to eat Japanese food fast or you'll be in trouble for wanting to puke. Japanese food is meant to be slowly savoured.

I love the setting of the restaurant. They have this hole in the ground which makes it look as if we're sitting on the floor, when we are actually sitting as if we're sitting on the chair. They had nice leather cushions to cushion our asses. Very comfortable.

But when we got out of the restaurant, it was FREEZING COLD!!! My entire skeletal structure was trembling from the cold. And I was wearing turtle neck. For the first time without being censured. Eh heh.

And we took a slow walk all the way home. Actually, I trembled and my teeth chattered all the way home.

And we all just dropped and slept. We reached home at 11.30 pm btw. We were in the restaurant until about 10.45 pm. The waitress practically had to chase us out. Hehehe.

Cold weather + cold food makes it a memorable day.

Fly Away

So, today, the momma and the daddy flew back to Malaysia.

We had to get up early to catch the tube to Heathrow. And the train ride was almost an hour.

Exhausting. Exhausting.

And, we were all so exhilarated when the luggages weren't overweight!!!

But the handcarries were seriously heavy like crazy. That's the trick. Because they don't weigh your handcarry.

And the good news is that Heathrow allows more than one handcarry now!!! The previous ruling of only one handcarry was crazy. Even a small lil handbag was considered to be a handcarry and it shall have to be stuffed into one handcarry.

While waiting for the parents to check in, I waited at the side with the handcarries and this Thai couple came.

And they started unpacking. And stuffing. I guess their luggage was overweight. I can see why. Because the girlfriend bought carpets and tea trays and lots of ridiculously funny things.

The parents checked in rather quickly. And they passed through the checkpoints really quickly too!!

The mommay didn't wanna go because she wants to stay back and have fun with us. But unfortunately, she has a bigger baby to take care of; because the daddy has to go back to work before his employers personally fly over and drag him back to work.

After waving them off, my sis and I felt so much lighter and free!!! No more formalities and all, we just had to be us!!

We were so sleepy and hungry, we had to sit down and munch on something while we wait for the tube. Because we missed one.

And when the next one came, my sister was so blur and bimbotic, happily munching on her raspberry puff [which is heavenly, btw] as if nothing mattered in the world.

Until I said, "Aren't you getting on the train?" [The train was right in front of us]

Sister : [frantically gets up] YES!!!!!

We had to do a dash for the train. Only to have the train stop for a while to realign the cabins. Blargh. All the dashing for nothing.

And we sat in the train for another 50 minutes before we got off at Holborn for my sister to change her corresponding address in her university.

And spontaneously, she suggested that we should go for a movie!!!

Debble : [hops around excitedly] At Odeon??

Sister : No. [In her usual dry tone] We're going to Angel.

Because it's cheaper. Ah, as usual, as usual. So, we hopped on the bus and we're off!!

The bus driver was rather nice. Because he waited for us while we sprinted all the way to the bus station.

We have been doing sprints for buses for the past 2 days. Once to go to Sainsbury [it's something like Tesco] and when we got out of Sainsbury, the bus was just a stone's throw away. And the bloody pedestrian light was red.

There were 3 of us in a row waiting impatiently. The minute the traffic stopped, all 3 of us dashed to the bus. It must have been a sight to behold if one were to be the spectator. Aiks.

And so, at Angel, we went to Vue [the cinema] and decided to watch The Mummy. Because it was the only thing worth watching.

After getting the tickets [I had to use my sister's student id], we skipped off to Burger King for lunch. Gosh, their fries are good!!! And we were both so greedy, we ordered super size. Only to have our faces turn green while we try to finish the fries. And we couldn't finish the super large Coke.

Then I had a brilliant idea. Sneak it into the cinema!!! We had small carrier bags in our bagpack in case the parents needed to throw some stuff out if their luggages were overweight.

So I placed both cups at the end of the bag, and placed my arm in the middle to make sure that they sit upright.


The cinema was nice!! It's like GSC's Gold Class. And it's free seating!!!!! We bought nachos with salsa.Oh, and I'm suddenly addicted to tomato soup. And the ketchup they gave at BK was so fresh, it was like fresh tomato soup!!! The salsa sauce, which is made out of tomato as well, was good!!! Ah, the bliss. [But we had to shut both eyes for the price of the nachos and the meal at BK. Back home, we could have walked into Tai Thong.]

The movie was OK only. But I liked the part on Ancient China. Other than that, the movie was quite forgettable. Typical family kind of movie. A bit like Indiana Jones, but not as nonsensical as IJ. They changed the history of Shih Huang Ti though. Jet Li's general was totally hot in the movie. Michelle Yeoh was gorgeous and so was the girl who acted as MY's daughter in the movie. I didn't know that Brendan Fraser is so buffed!

We went home and dropped on the bed and slept. I watched Wanted online. It was good. Love their sense of humour. But I didn't quite like the ending. The assasination actions were awesome!!! Angelina Jolie was hot as usual. If only she'll do more kick-ass movies.

That's about for today. The first taste of FREEDOM!!!!!

Yours Truly

I hate packing.

Seriously hate it.

You have no idea what a torment it is.

So, instead of trying to recover my most-needed sleep; we ended up running up and down the house, trying to pack.

Because the momma and the daddy is going back to Malaysia.

And they'll be carrying most of the important stuff.

And the sister just had to do what she does best.

Being entirely MESSY and disorganised and overly aggressive and SPONTANEOUS.

All she does is stuff and stash, stuff and stash.

I seriously cannot take it!!! The Bree side of me will start pouting, shaking the head with bewildered eyes and tapping the foot impatiently.

We were using two rooms and both rooms were a mess. And I had to repack everything that my sister messed up.

Blargh. And she was complaining all the time that I wasn't lifting my finger.

I REFUSE to.

In the end, we ended up scrambling all over the place to look for this exceedingly important document... which we do not know where the hell my sister stashed to.

We went round and round in circles, searching high and low for 5 pathetic pieces of paper.

In the end, my mom found it in our bags. I wonder what my sister was doing. She searched that same bag where the documents were over and over again and found nothing.

All I have to say is; when there are too many strong heads being placed together, catastrophe will breakout if uncontrolled.

Yours truly is signing off because the daddy just has to go out for a walk. Sigh.

Another problem if there are so many contrasting personalities placed together. The clashes are really bad and it usually ends with forced obligation and sulking.

Emotions

I feel like SCREAMING!!!!!

Helpers needed

If anyone still reads this blog.

Well, just to pass the word around that Ms Anne needs student helpers for the launch of the hartamas branch. There will be wages paid for those who help.

Thanks.

Have a great week

Enough of Europe, Thank You.

I'm finally back from the European tour.

You have no idea how I went absurdly exhilarated I was when I saw the white cliffs of Dover.

After 24 days, I think I have quite enough of Europe.

I'll tell you why.

1. The weather is crazy.

From Amsterdam until Austria, the weather was quite fine with the cool breeze blowing every now and then with occasional drizzles. After Austria, MY GOSH!!!! I am practically FRIED now. Super tanned and I seriously could not withstand the sun. It's at least 35 degrees and it goes right up to 38. And the UV seriously scorches the skin. We shade ourselves with the umbrella which supposingly has UV protection and we were being mocked at. In Venice, this Italian dude shouted at us from afar, stood right in front of us and blessed us with his abundant saliva, shouting at the top of his voice and verbally abusing and ridiculing us in public. Stupid ass. Wanted to show him the cornutto sign.

The cornutto sign is a sign language used in Italy and Spain which is basically the sticking out of the 2nd and the 5th finger. It's an insult to the guys, telling them that their partners are cheating on them because they are bad lovers. That dude who verbally abused us certainly was one. Retard.

The worst is in Italy and Barcelona. It was such a pity that we didn't quite get to explore Rome because it was just simply too hot to walk at all. We just wanted to stand under the cooling shade of the trees and rot there. In Barcelona, it was just insane. It was so hot that when I open the curtains of the hotel room and when the sun streams through and hits my pants; in the instant of 10 seconds it feels like I am wearing a just-ironed pants. And, we dried all our laundries in 3 hours by just hanging it in on the curtain railing.

2. It's a duck and chicken scenario.

Most of the people in that continent speak very little English. Only in commercial areas do they speak and understand quite good English. Other than that, I used sign language and broken French/German/Italian/Spanish. And I only know a couple of words. Half of the time, I understand them by guessing.

3. The food is extremely horrible.

Every morning, this is all we get for breakfast. Bread. Butter. Cornflakes. Raw, cold ham and cheese. Coffee or tea. If we're lucky, there will be scrambled eggs, bacon, baked beans and a mixture of KokoKrunch, Oats and yoghurt. IF, we are lucky. I am so sick of bread, I will never ever step into a bakery or a pizza station for the next 3 years.

The coffee gets more and more diluted as we travel further south.

The Italian food?? Blargh. They're disgusting. The ones in Malaysia, Singapore and London have been greatly improvised. They always have 3 courses. Antipasti, Primo Piatti and Secondi Piatti. Antipasti is a starter, which is usually spaghetti with plain tomato sauce [which they call promodoro]. Primo Piatti is like our western food; grilled meat with potatoes and some vegetables minus any gravy for the grilled meat. The meat tastes plain and boring. I have to constantly do a mini cooking at the dinner table everyday, adding salt and pepper to my food. Secondi Piatti is something with rice and blah-dee-dah. Even typing about it turns my appetite off. I think it's tasteless and super fattening.

The good thing about Europe??

ZARA. ZARA. ZARA. ZARA. ZARA.

Seriously. It's super cheap. And the designs are super nice. I think our luggages might be overly overweight.

Let's talk about the guys. [Ignore the blonde moment]
Amsterdam - Tall and some are totally hot.
Germany - Tall and lean [but their muka is as plain as their bangunan - square and boring]
Switzerland - Tall and not bad
Austria - Tall with a hot ass [according to my sis]
Italy - Rarely see a tall one and not exactly romantic.
Spain - Good looking but some are short
France - Thin [but not kayu] with long legs

But they are all better looking than most of the Londoners.

The funniest of occasions:

1. 7 people got stucked in the lift. You can see 1 foot of their legs from the ground floor. They were stucked for an hour. It's in Lourdes btw.

2. This Spaniard receptionist who can't stop winking at my mom. Er, dude, my mom's not as young as she looks.

I have been really out of touch with a lot of you people. It's really great catching up with all of your blogs. Can't wait to see all of you and hear from you again from back home.

Happy belated birthday, Sharon!!

I'll blog again. Seriously need rest after all the ridiculous 6 am wake-up calls.

Rushing Off

Wish I can have more time to blog. But I'll be going to Europe tomorrow. And you won't hear from me   for another 24 days. And I just can't find the time to post up so many pictures on so many places. I'll just do a short one when I get back to London. Anyway, as a promise, I'll list down the places to be blogged soon.

Uni Reading
Embankment
Borough Market
Tower Hill and Tower London
Inns of Courts : Inner and Middle Temple [these two temples are enemies]
Hillsong London
St Paul's Cathedral
Hamley's [it's full of cute soft toys!!!]
All Souls Church

Omg... there's gonna be so much to blog about!!!

South Kensington and Beautiful Cars

So, we hopped on a random bus and ended up in this super posh area. We were almost lost.

Yea, baby!!

This is one super high-class club where only exclusive people can go in with invitation. The princes club here. It costs a bomb to get in, about £30 and £70 for a drink. x_x

The Natural History Museum. We didn't have time to go in.

Inside the reception area of the Victoria and Albert Museum which houses lots of beautiful sculptures. Yet to fully go round this museum. We went for this China exhibition though.

The dome.

On the way back, somewhere near Regent Street. This building is Tiffany & Co.

The Ralph Lauren opposite. I really hope we can go in and grab couple of wimbledon t-shirts before I go home. Pray hard that my mommay won't confiscate the debit card before she flies home.

Boodles. My sister's nickname for me which turns out to be a shop.

Regent Street right across after the turning from Ralph Lauren. On the way, there's this club called Abercrombie & Fitch where the bouncers will open the glass doors and standing in front there greeting you is two extremely HOT guy models. Apparently, it's a practice.

Let's talk about cars now. Beautiful cars. #1, the Audi above.

#2, this red car, dunno what the brand is in South Kensington. Oh, btw, they have this gorgeous Lambourghini London showroom there.

#3, this Lexus car at Piccadilly Circus. It costs more than a BMW.

#4, I don't mind being a policewoman as long as I can drive this BMW. Yes, patrol policemen drive BMW over here. More commonly, the 5 series. Oh, and they drive VW too.

There are a lot more beautiful sports car out here. It's everywhere!!! I just can't manage to capture the images. Lots of Audis, BMWs, and Mercedes. Especially the new Merc models. Coopers are extremely common. So is this Jaguar.

Gosh. I love cars!!!

Inns of Courts: Grays and Lincoln's

So, we went to my sister's university and the Inns of Courts. Since mommay didn't wanna walk so much, we only went to Gray's Inn where my sis' uni is in and Lincoln's which is nearby.

They are all in Holborn.

It's always a custom to glut 1st before going anywhere

That was seafood pancake and this is salmon pancake. All at My Old Dutch

Gray's Inn

The pathway down to Gray's Inn

My sis' uni

The park

Watch the barristers have their picnic/lunch.

Have a peaceful nap dude

The gorgeous ivory

Lincoln's Inn. This building is where the dining is held in.

Look at the gorgeous cars. Someday, I'll own one too!!