I Got Caught

I woke up in the middle of the night only to find the lights in the hall were turned on.

Usually, all the lights are turned off except for the garage light.

So I decided to go out and take a look. Even the door to the dining room is opened!!

Oh well, must be the nocturnal mother/early bird father doing some stuff in the kitchen.

I wanted to go back to sleep really badly.

"DEBBLE!!!!! Is that you? Are you awake?"

I was forced to open the room door again. "Yea?"

"Wanna play tennis??"

I was trying so hard to avoid the topic of playing tennis; I have to wake up at 6 freaking a.m.!!!

"Me?? Tennis??" HAHAHA.

"I'm giving you no choice, you're coming to play with us. Wake your sister up now."

I happily went back to sleep. It's 6 freaking a.m. anyway. And it's a Sunday!!

Unfortunately, at 6.30 am, the dad's booming voice was at the door which woke my sister up and he ordained that I go too. And my sister slapped me on the arm; forcing me to go brush my teeth first. Gah. Why is it always me first? Just because she is freaking working doesn't mean that I'm not tired too. It's so much more tiring to study than to work!!

If I had not been such a nosey snooper, I wouldn't have been caught, I wouldn't have to go to play tennis and get tortured and torn away from my plushy bed.

And so we played. And I played quite well!! =D After not touching the racquet for like 5 years?? Yeah. But they were mostly parabolas since I usually don't do a full swing. [When I was a beginner, I had a history of hitting the ball over the fence and into the palace grounds when I did those horrible parabola full swings. The bad habit somehow stayed on.]

The highlight of the game was listening/watching those group of old people doing tai chee nearby. IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! They were doing slow motion tai chee to..... well, emo ballads. Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand. Not bad. Because I witnessed them fighting once because they complained that they cannot stand their boring instructor with their lame yi yi er er whatever shit chant that they usually do.

To my amazement, out of the blue, Flo Rida's Low started playing. And they actually 'danced' to it!!! HAH! It was hilarious crazy. They were like robotic cartoons dancing to the tunes with their lame almost-aerobic steps.

[I have a grudge against them because I used to hate their stupid yi yi er tape recording when I used to play tennis last time. I hear it every freaking morning and it is usually blaring in my ears!]

That was the game. After that, we went to church... and... I loved the singing, because I get to really strain my vocal cords!! But... I slept off during sermon.

"Debble, you were sound asleep as a bunny."

It was that bad. I really slept off for about 45 minutes. I usually still listen to the speaker but it's the usual, "in one ear and out the next" mode. But I'm still aware of what is being spoken. But I really slept off that morning. [To my amazement, the mother was happily laughing away and started teasing me for being lazy; sleeping in church just because I, for the first time actually went to play tennis in the morning.]

Oh well.

But that evening, was awesome. We went to this tennis shop in DU and it was brilliant!!! We bought a new pro racquet and re-stringed the other two. And the mom bought a squash racquet. Well, in some meagre effort to lose weight after the food binge spree that we had for the past few days [just because it was her birthday week].

I think I'm hooked to tennis now. But I'll probably steal the mommy's racquet to try out squash too!

Cheers.

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.

It's the 90th Post!!!

It is the 90th post for my 19th birthday!!!

[Lots of 9's.]

And being the controller of this blog, I shall.....

Dedicate this post to my belated birthday. And backdate the post.

Yes,

Happy Birthday Debble!!!

[Ok, a bit shock-sendiri here. HEh.]

My wish for this year... well, not so much of a wish anymore.

Fine, what I WANT for this year.

Me wants straight A's. Yup. In a gorgeous line.

The new Motorola Rokr E8. Heh. I shall save for it even if it means starving for 2 months. Anyway, I am quite sick of SS15 food now anyway.

And I'll be in SS 15, in the SAME BUILDING for my uni program. Signed up for the Reading program already.

And I shall persuade my sis to spare me some pitis every month as charity for a quite poor student since she's gonna start working. You know, just like sponsoring a child?? Hehe. Sponsor your lil sis!! Because "Charity begins at home" And accelerate the speed of me getting that BEAUTIFUL PHONE!!!

[You know, sometimes, I really wonder... will I be a lawyer buruk some day?? I'm getting pretty good in twisting stuff around and getting crappier.]

What else, what else??

I don't quite have to aspire to lose weight anymore because I will be losing weight with my mom and sis scheming against me [occasionally, my dad chips in] to deny me of the pleasures of glorious food slowly floating down my esophagus while every pore of my being sings with bliss and my brain cells do a little jig along with a flip.

My mom told me that I will be the main source of saving money in Europe while we tour. Because they will be cutting down my food and using the money for my food for other things. Sigh. Sacrifice, Debble, is the ultimate thing to do.

But I shall still eat all those delightful delicacies over there!!! I don't care!!! You can cut 3 days of my meal after that.

I've got my shoes already. Er, CLOTHES!!! I still need more clothes. Got quite a couple of new ones. =D

Oh, I want SKINNY JEANS!!! After I get back from Europe when I am supposed to be skinny. Oh, I do ADORE them. ~Sings for joy and admiration~

Get rid of my EYE-BAGS. My mom bought me this complimentary pair of panda socks [which apparently looks like me without my spectacles] for me to wear while I'm on the plane.

Hmm... On a scandalous note. I might want to know what it feels like to be drunk. As in, pissed drunk. Never tried it, never experienced it. And this is where curiosity kills the panda by breaking the shrub of the bamboo and handing the poor lil [ok, not so little] panda to the mercy of gravity at the acceleration of -9.82 ms^2.

A new bag!!! For uni. I kinda fancy this Nike bag. Heh.

Probably aspire to own my very first bottle of mascara. If I ever use it.

Ok. Enough rambling.

I need to tidur.

Shall update soon when these grumbling eyes are not so grumpy.

Nite! [Er, actually morning.]