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.

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]

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??

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.

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.

Domesticated Goddess who is Not Very Happy

Ok, so for the past 3 days I have been a Cinderella in my own home.

It is not fun I tell you.

Because you do not have a kind-hearted and obliging Cinderella with big dreams, but one Bad-Tempered Debble, The Cinderella; whose temper is practically covered with smoldering cinders.

And Dad, No house is EVER manageable WITHOUT the need of a maid.

My entire 3 days is practically spent in the kitchen, starting the stupid stove which just won't start every now and then, chopping, washing, rinsing, and more washing every day.

Hence, I have boiled 2 pots [and I really mean HUGE POTS] of barley which can last us for... a week?? There are only the 3 of us at home. But no, we have to finish a pot in 2 days.

And I have to rinse, boil, heat, re-heat and put it in some place where the despicably irritating ants cannot reach even if they can swim.

So, I learnt how to boil barley. Which is a good thing but not if you have to do it EVERYDAY. And when you are practically demanded and ordered around like a waitress [and I am unpaid] fetching cups and bowls of barley up and down the house every now and then.

And, I had to cook dinner for 2 days. Cooking isn't bad. But it is the chopping and the cracking of the head on what to cook and the preparation that gets your blood boiling that the vegetables can cook in your hands.

My estimation is kinda bad. My dad said that my serving is American serving; which means a bowl for two. Well, Dad, at least you don't have to start grumbling about how the hawker people cut-short customers in their ingredients.

Mine can fill your stomach's content until it S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-S.

I decided to cook spaghetti on day 1 only to find that both freezers do not have a single drop of spaghetti sauce left. I am left with a 3/4 bottle of Maggi tomato sauce and a 1/3 bottle of Maggi chili sauce. The tom yam paste is as good as finished. Not forgetting that we have ran out of cheese.

And I cracked my own spaghetti sauce out of two Maggi bottles, with lotsa button mushrooms [normal mushrooms have ran out as well], onions, garlics, ginger,some carrot and celery. Oh, and beef too. Nope, there was no green pepper, olive oil, thymes or basil. So, the sauce is not very fragrant unfortunately. Nope, the garlic smell didn't overrule the sauce smell either.

I will say that the sauce is a little too tomato-ey for my liking. But the tomato-loving Dad loved the spaghetti. I think it's probably the awesome spaghetti that I am pro in cooking. Yes, when we cook, my sis cooks the sauce when there is the ready-made spaghetti sauce and I cook the spaghetti [I mean the noodles].

And... ehheh... I managed to make the sauce taste almost like the spaghetti sauce and not like the ketchup bottle sauce. Thanks to the two spoons of kicap [from marinating the beef] and the HUGE pinch of salt that I added.

Oh, and mind I tell you that cincang-ing the beef meat is not at all easy?? I tell you, sometimes, I just feel like picking that slab of meet and smashing it against the window. Oh, and we do not have any butcher's knife. The big one?? Uh uh.

My parents say that we do not have a use for it.

Well, I do now. To chop up that bloody slab of meat!!!

And if I don't cincang that slab of leather, we'll be tearing our poor teeth out of our gums in trying to chew that piece of leather. That cow of a butcher cheated my mom.

Oh, by the way, I had to cincang beef for two days. Because on the 2nd day of cooking adventure, no, the refrigerator was NOT restocked. All I had was a drawer FULL of vegetables and 2 more slabs of beef.

So, the 2nd day, I decided to cook beef noodle. Ok, it ended up as beef noodles. I wanted to just cook the Korean Ramee with lotsa ingredients but it ended up tasting as beef noodles.

Heheh. Because I followed my stomach.

Debble LOVES carrot soup with onions.

And so, Debble cried furiously while chopping the onions and got bored chopping the endless amounts of carrots. Not forgetting the impossible skinning of the ginger.

And I boiled those 3 things!!! Boiled and boiled and boiled until the cute little pot gave two hoots of steam shooting out of its "nostrils" while Debble's own nostrils were flaring while chopping up the remaining vegetables and beef.

And I dumped everything in after that. The Ramen, its ingredients and whatever vegetables I managed to chop up. And voila!! Beef noodles!!! [Me LOVED the soup!!!]

Yes, I am quite pleased with the beef noodles.

Thank God my aunt came to the rescue today by bringing a HUGE pot of fish porridge [which I ended up stomaching most of its contents]. Hence, I am ALLERGIC to fish porridge now. Just finished the last bowl while I am typing this post.

I tell you, my mom is NOT an easy patient at all. Dad was easier. Because all he had to do is gurgle his mouth with salt water and stuff two rolled-up tissues up his nostrils.

Mom on the other hand is complaining of her temperature, the headache, the nausea and the lack of energy to walk.

Haiyorr... gave her all the remedies from the experience that I had not so long ago but she just wouldn't take it. She didn't eat for the whole day during the 1st day and almost nothing as well during the next day. She only drank, ate and vomited barley.

Thank goodness she has stopped vomiting or I'll hang up all cooking utensils and go on a strike.

To all patients out there, you should be VERY THANKFUL that my ambition is not to be a nurse.

Because, I will not only be a spanking nurse, but an ill-tempered spanking nurse who will make dirty old men cry and be forever faithful to their wives while paedophiles will instantly get rehabilitation and beg for mercy. Probably get religious too.

Oh, not missing out the sweeping, the mopping and the laundry to be done.

I practically didn't sit at all for the entire day except when I go to the loo or whatever short time I had for meals.

Yup, what a lucrative way of spending my time after being free from A Levels.

p/s: The above drama has been dramatised with a slab of anger just for laughs. Nope, I wasn't angry but I was only glad to help and that I am not sick as well so that I can take care of my parents. Aww, sweet, but I really have to because we're flying off next Wednesday. Ok, not only because of that but because I love my mommy a lot!!! Well, my mom was really thankful and kept on chanting the phrase "Thank God I gave birth to daughters instead of sons".

Ok, the picture of the 2 meals that I managed to set up.



The Spaghetti

















The Beef Noodles

Air Pump Please?

So after Contract, I became deflated and actually just threw everything and started playing around.

Consequently, I had to rush reading Little Governess for Paper 3 [Thank Goodness it was Indiscreet Journey that came out]

I had to sleep for only 3 hours when Tort Law was arriving. It was Torturous Law.

But I think I did quite ok despite acute time constraint. I should be able to get at least a Band 4 for my 3rd essay or better still, even higher!!!. I am hoping...

You think my deflation for Tort is bad??

Well, for Economics 4, I practically didn't study during the weekends, bumming around and I went shopping!!!

It was not an option anyway. I had to start shopping for stuff for the hols and I'll have to do it before all the good stuff on sale gets sold off!!

I am contemplating on buying Sketchers' shoes. Any advice or tips on it? Is the shoes comfortable to walk in?? I don't wanna end up throwing the shoes out of frustration when I walk halfway around the globe. Michelle K designs are kinda cool.

And come Econs day, I woke up 8 hours before the exam and started SERIOUS CRAMMING.

For once, I felt some adrenaline pumping and some stress factor.

Well, my last essay was in point form. Only had 10 minutes for that one. I should get at least half the marks right since the lower bands are for serious confusion where they show nuts bout understanding the question and all?? Dearest, CIE, please don't be so mean. Just accept the fact that your data question was totally from another galaxy and we needed more time deciphering what the hell you want from us in the question because it seems to be all over the place!!! Between Macro and Micro!!! Talk about madness!!

And so now, I need an air pump and someone to pump me up for the next 3 papers.

Ooooh, I have the prom tickets by the way. Collect it from me during Literature paper ok?? For people on the 2nd table, I am sorry to say that you will have to wait until Jean makes up her mind and pays up or we get a substitute. Anyone interested [Yes, I am talking to you Ms Christine Tay], feel free to just let me know and you shall expire Jean's contemplation period.

A quick tip of how to go down the staircase really quickly. Like about 7 steps at one go.

Close your eyes and step down by faith.

Why do I have such happy habit of slipping at the staircase. It is like, what, the 5th time?? I was down 7 steps in a twinkle of an eye. More like in the flash of light.

Anyway, I am a happy woman.

I really do hope that we will be taking the Eurorail and going to all over the place where I can go to Madrid, Milan, Salsburg, Prague, Budapest, Munich, Brussels and not go on some crap tour where all I constantly visit are museums and castles. I don't mind backpacking and living on the train for a month. [Dear me, please do not think of this as mission make others envy or mission brag till your face burst.]

I can't wait to fly away.

And after that let time stop.

I don't wanna come back and do the Reading programme actually, to be honest.

I want my gap year!!!

Anyone going to Reading?? Let me know. I am all alone currently.

p/s: If you are wondering how come this night owl is blogging at such an early time in the morning, well, my dad woke me up to be his secretary. He is a lucky man to have a computer genius for a daughter and not some bimbo who don't even know what a computer function is. [No, I'm not talking about Eilene. Eilene is fine now. In fact she's kinda good in computers now!!]

Random Old News

My sis received a Wimbledon T-Shirt as a surprise gift from this dude.

And my mom pronounced the shirt as Bimbodon.

I thought yesterday's Literature Paper 3 was good.

Contract. Well, I only had 10 minutes for my last question.

I cut my hair!!! It's short. Aye aye!!

Yesterday was the last straw. I was waiting for the train when the wind blew and my hair was ALL OVER my face in a second. And it was stuffy and hot!!

What a hassle.

So when my mom called, I told her I'm chopping my hair.

And she gladly drove me there to chop my hair.

I feel so much lighter and brighter now.

Bye bye poofy hair which puffs up like some fried lace ruffles.

I am getting my dress!!! The one that I described, Sammie!!! Yay!!!

It's back to Tort now.

I need to stop sneezing.

Daresth Ye Purge

We had a meeting for moot in Starbucks today to brief Mark on our arguments.

After all was said, we started speculating.

What if, just what if, one of us falls sick??

If Nicholas gets food poisoning??

This is what happened [roughly]:

Nicholas: So what if I suddenly start purging??

Mark: Oh, don't, please, don't. I'll buy you diapers.

Nicholas: Wear diapers??

Debble: Imagine if suddenly, in the middle of his speech...

Nicholas: [Acts] My Lords, My Lady..... [silence] [face contorts]

Mark: Debble will be the first one to pinch her nose.

Nicholas: No, the whole DR2 will. And probably we will have the technician spray air-freshener every now and then.

Gosh, what a moot it will be.

Relief and Realisation

I am so totally relieved now that trials are over.

A quick little update of the trial week:

1. I found the hardworking Debble. For like 9 hours on Wednesday. And that was it.

2. I thought Literature was quite alright. I'm glad I had enough time and finished on time.

3. Contract was not bad.

4. I ended up watching Korean drama on Friday and Saturday with my mom hogging the laptop 24-7

5. Oooh, I watch BBC's Sense and Sensibility too. Edward Farris is just totally hawt. Love his eyes!!! You can get the videos on Youtube

6. I was told that by this Korean girl who sits beside me every week in church that I look like her cousin. o.O??

7. Studying Economics is totally irritating. I can hardly concentrate. I should have followed me own heart and take Mathematics over Economics.

8. I do not want to comment on my Economics papers. I think I completely threw my objective paper away.

9. I found the hardworking Debble again for about 5 hours again but this time the hardworking Debble was distracted and frustrated.

10. Today's Tort Law was not bad.

Whatever which is done is done.

Hmm... people are beginning to lock their blogs.

And I realised something.

I now understand why things happen the way it is. I don't blame someone for hating someone else's nonsensical arguments.

I will be pissed off too.

But the probelm is that I don't realise that I do it myself too.

So it's a momentary short-circuit of the brains when my logical senses just jets out of the window and disillusionment sets in.

I will be pissed. But at least I will be civilised and forgive if the person changes eventually.

I do not give a shit about what people think about me anymore.

What is important is that I know who I am and I know my principles and where I am heading to.

Today's shopping in Mid Valley with Sammie was really fun.

Saw lotsa cool tops!!!

And I want that ZARA top!!!!!!

Dammit why must there be a (man-made, unnatural) hole in the top?? [it is not part of the top design] Now I have to find a way to buy it somewhere else. Sheesh. SO irritating!!!

Madame Kwan is glorious as usual. We were both so bloated after lunch.

Unfortunately, I do not get disgusted easily with mere expression of words.

Sammie looked really good in the dresses that she tried on.

And we were both shocked when there was a considerable reduction in the price of the dress that Sam bought. Hee!! =D

I am sorry, Mom/Mrs B but I think all your efforts to try to make me economise/be moderate isn't quite working/effective after all.

Padini Authentics clothes were so jang [currently] I wanted to topple over and faint.

I'm serious. Nature-motived sleeveless teamed up with undetachable bright purple puffy sleeves??

Not working for me.

Long sun-dress with coat and red sneakers?? Not working either.

I still prefer Dorothy Perkins over TopShop.

And I do not understand why the cow in UK do not like the UK Fashion. Is she suffering from the usual fashion-blindness or what??

I am totally looking forward to the end of A Levels so that I can fly away to UK fast!!

But at the same time, I don't wanna let go of the good times that I have in college.

If you are wandering, no, I do not cling on to the badtimes.

That's all for now. I'm so gonna finish watching my Korean drama.

Driving Lesson #3

Alright now. A quick summary of my first two driving lessons since I am too lazy to give the full report.

1. I keep on changing instructors.

2. All the instructors complain that I drive too fast.

3. All the instructors complain that I lift the clutch and change the gear too fast. [As a result, my car lurches at time and it gives them high-blood pressure right up to their temples.]

4. Other than that I'm quite a good driver.

5. The 2nd driving instructor actually taught me in Mandarin. Oh, the bliss. I could only understand half of what he was saying.

As for today, it was another story.

It was a "great start" with the phone ringing off in the middle of Economics with Mrs. Grace posing her peeved pose with a long face.

The irritating instructor called me. And I had to force my brains to interprete what he was babbling on the phone.

He was at the KTM station, ready to pick me up.

He was supposed to be there only at 3pm. Told him to pick me up at 3 pm again.

And so, I rushed all the way to the train station. Yes, Miss Othilia, now you know how fast I walk?? You're not even half as fast as me!!! [tee hee] Yes, you should wish that I wear skirts and inconvenient footwear more often or I'll usually walk really fast. More like stride.

The next shocking truth?? This new driving instructor does not understand A WORD OF ENGLISH, I cannot understand A WORD OF WHAT HE SAYS IN MANDARIN [because his mandarin intonation and slang are just too hard to decipher and the words that he uses are really deep].

We resoluted to speaking Hokkien.

And I don't quite understand his Hokkien because his Hokkien is also very deep. And he speaks too fast for my brains to interprete the words.

The lesson was the perfect epitome of a CHICKEN TALKING TO A DUCK.

And you know what??

This driving instructor has no cockles.

HE STEPS THE FREAKING BREAK BEFORE I EVEN TOUCH IT!!!

What's the point of telling me to break when you are stepping on the break???

How am I to learn how to feel the break??

Hey, when I learnt how to drive from the other two instructors, my breaking and driving was perfectly well done all right??

Dude, I'm not that bad you know. Just because I'm a bit fast it does not mean that I'm bad at driving!!!

The only thing that I'm kinda bad at for the time being is estimating how much more gap I have when I reverse. Because there are 2 freaking sunshade stucked at the backscreen. So I have to pop my head out like a freaking DUCK!!!

The slope drive was not that bad. Just a bit bad at stopping the car on the yellow box. [Hey, cut me some slack ok? It's my first lesson for parking, 3-point-turn and slope.]

I so agree with Eilene. I really hate turning the steering. It's so heavy!!! It is as if I'm in some tug-o-war. Not to mention the car tyre was ALMOST FLAT, which makes manouevering the steering even harder!!!

And so, he took me to the JPA route which is rich with lots of uneven surfaces which makes you feel like you're in a boat ride and not to forget, LOTS OF POT HOLES!!!!!

And it was raining heavily.

He asked me to drive in Gear 2. WTH?? Dya know how the 2nd gear CRAWLS??? Not to brag or anything. I'm serious!!! You only get to go about 20 kmph max. All the cars were overtaking me. And he told me, "No, nevermind, continue driving" [translated from Hokkien]

I couldn't take it. I changed to the 3rd gear. And drove at 35 kmph. It's not that fast, right?? Oh gosh.

And I drove all the way home just to find that my mom was out.

I decided to drive to my aunt's house.

You see, in my housing lane, the road is blocked with a bridge where only passengers, bikers and motorcyclists can cross. So the car has got to reverse.

Instead of reversing straight, I turned the steering to the right a little.

It's a trick I learnt from my dad and we have all been reversing that way for years so that it is easier to go out.

He freaked out and screamed at me. "Why did you turn your steering?? You are supposed to reverse straight!!!"

I lost my composure a little.

"Don't worry. I know how to drive over here!!!" Dude, this is my domain. Don't try to teach the duck how to swim. [I have been illegally driving my parents' cars so, yeah, I know how to reverse the car pretty well.]

And I drove all the way to my aunt's house.

And let's end here.

Don't worry, my driving will not end up like Kuhan's driving.

p/s: With the knowledge that lecturers do read our blogs, I feel kinda EXPOSED here. And I'm feeling rather insecure and vulnerable.

She's The Greatest Tale-Teller

She sat hunched in defeat. She had to find a way out. She cannot give up. Not now.

Her brain clockworks whirred to life and started turning.

Find of a way... anyway out.

Her friend, Othilia stood faithfully beside her; silently giving her moral support.

She decided to tell him the truth. Her text was simple, straightforward and it read:

Hey Dom, I'm in a dilemma. My dad wants to go home early. Can you please try to make it for the 2.30pm movie in Pyramid? Please? And you must come. It's mandatory.

She waited anxiously for the reply:

Sigh. Oklarr.

YES!!!!! She squealed and laughed hysterically in delight!!!

"Let's go Othilia!!!"

They both cruised out of The Web. While they were walking towards the Guard House:

"Ooooh!!! That's a TAXI!!!"

"Hurry, Run!!!"

"Oh no, there's someone inside!!!"

"BITCH!!!"

Deflated, the both of them slowed down and walked down the gentle slope of SS15. Life was cruising slowly by in quite a lovely way.

"Hey, that girl is getting out of the Taxi!!!"

"Yes!!"

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" they both shrieked in unison.

"That bloody bitch got into the taxi!!! How can she?? Undercut us?"

They cannot blame the girl. She was standing in front. They were walking leisurely.

Sigh. They waited patiently for a taxi after the second one whizzed off.

When the next one came, everyone there waiting for the taxi were waving frantically, hoping against hope that the taxi will be a saviour.

A Spanish guy got in front of them.

She, was too mad to give up this time. She budged through the crowd.

"Sunway Pyramid??"

She was a lucky girl that the guy did not flare up. He was going to Sunway College. He was in a rush. And so, he stops the taxi, got the taxi to the Sunway direction but this girl just budges in and gets to get down from the taxi first.

Life is unfair. It always is. Learn it, dude!!

The two friends gleefully half-ran up to the cinema. And when they reached the cinema;

"Hey, we're watching 10 000 BC..."

"Eh, 10 000 BC..."

"... 10 000 BC... "

Everyone was talking about 10 000 BC. She crawled in to line-up. She stared up at the television screen, with a small fire of hope burning in her heart.

That fire burst into flames. She was furious.

"What, it's FULL??? WHAT IS THIS?? I CAME HERE FOR NOTHING!!! HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME???"

"Call Dom, Othilia, we're going to Summit."

She text Dom while stomping out of Sunway Pyramid.

"Hey, it's a taxi there!!!"

"Summit??"

"Over there."

They both walked like tame little cubs to the taxi booth.

"11 Ringgit please."

Silently, she cried: "What?? 11 bucks to get to freaking Summit?? This is really awesome, yo!!"

When they reached there, Othilia not-very-quietly observed.

"Hey, this is a modified taxi!!! Woo!!!"

They scrambled out of the taxi and confirmed the observation. Indeed, it was a modified taxi. With a turbo engine and HUGE exhaust pipes.

And the bloody taxi driver dumped them on the side of the road.

It is very terrible to make two ladies wait for a single guy to turn up for a movie. It not only sounds wrong, the action itself is wrong.

No, Dominic was (and is) not allowed to complain about this statement.

Don't hang up on me, 'cos I'm hung up on you....

Shit!!! She rummaged her bag for her phone. It was her mom.

The movie adverts started.

"Did you sms Maria like I told you to?? Why hasn't she called me back?? ... WHERE ARE YOU NOW?? WHY IS IT SO NOISY???"

"I'm in Starbucks, mom!!!"

"How can you study when it is so noisy?? Is that a movie playing?? Where are you??"

"I'm in STARBUCKS!!! It's some bloody fella sitting on the next table watching movies on the laptop."

"You have better move to another quieter place. How can you study in such a noisy place?? Where are you?"

"I'm in STARBUCKS!!! Ok, O-KAY!!! I'm moving!!!"

She pressed the red button and closed her eyes. Oh God, please help me. I don't wanna go home with a furious mom staring at me with fiery daggers shooting out of her eyes... Hey, this movie looks cool!!! Ooooh... it is DARK KNIGHT!!! Awesome! And Heath Ledger looks really freaky as a FREAKY JOKER!! Eww... his face looks deformed.

The movie was quite a bore. It was more of a lady's movie than a guy's. It centred around how the guy went through hell to get the girl back only to have her.....

There just was not enough of fights!!! There should be more hands and muscles wrestles between the protagonist and the ice-aged animals!!! At least something with the super-humongous tiger rather than making the tiger look feline and almost friendly!!!

The only thing to watch for is the cute hunk's face and the gorgeous girl's face. That was quite a consolation.

Ooooh. They speak in some weird, almost a mixture of Tamil and Spanish English.

"Hey Dom, how are you going back?"

"My parents. They are downstairs already."

"Wow, so soon???"

"Your parents allow you to come for the movie??"

"They thought it's a guy outting."

They were both entirely speechless. That's it. They just have to catch another cab back.

She had to cross her fingers hard so that she will not come up with another tale if her dad is there in the college before she reached.

How Do I Name This Post?

Ok, I have ran out of post titles. It can be rather tedious sometimes.

If you are wondering why is the sky so grey today and why is it raining cats and dogs over at your area [at least my housing area is]; you can blame it on me.

Instead of

Because I am up at 6.35 am on a Saturday morning. [Guilty: I usually only get up at 11.30 am??]

When I woke up, it was a cold morning but it wasn't raining. Until I got all the tennis racquets and the stuffs, it started drizzling.

Must the weather tease me so??

I wanted to cry. Just when I finally got my lazy arse up to play tennis, it just had to rain. But my dahdee said that it might not be raining over there.

And so we went. Nope. It wasn't raining. But the moment my shoe touched the ground it started drizzling over there at the club house.

My mom said this: It has not been raining for what seems like a few centuries but when you finally get up to play tennis, it's raining cats and dogs now.

So, instead of playing tennis, we played table tennis. Kinda dorky, huh? But it was good exercise though.

I don't like playing tennis when the court is wet. When the ball bounces, there will be a train of water behind it as well. Moving in the same direction. A hyperbola curve and a parabola curve after that.

When you hit the ball, you scatter the water and eventually, you're sprinkling yourself with blessed tennis court water!!!

Ok now. Some random stuff on Friday.

When Miss Anne was droning on and on about the reading assignments that she gave us, there was a particular earthling peacefully snoozing off quietly without being noticed.

I beg you, please please please DON'T tell her I took a picture of her sleeping. Please?? Thank you very much. It's just between you and me. Aye aye?? Deal?? Oh, and please Don't tell her about this blog post!!!

And besides a sleeping princess, we have the warrior princesses.

We obviously know who is Xena. And who gave up. They were arguing about the difference between "acting cute" and "being cute naturally" Xena was obviously pissed off that she was rendered as "acting cute" and Miss Deflated gave up in trying to proof that there is no difference between acting cute and being cute naturally in the positive light.

And, a moment later, they were both laughing at the papparazzi. Moi. Miss Debble. They are not your average Warrior Princesses that will rip each other apart. They are cool. Just a little heated sometimes. [And you can never get this kind of authentic and peculiar coverage anywhere else. Trust me.]

But Xena forced me to send the pictures over. Not by knife of course. By a simple cute face. [This Xena is scarrier than the real Xena. Let's face it, it's easy to brush off a harsh person but it is difficult when you have a pair of puppy eyes staring at you.]

And they both found something else to amuse themselves. Look at Xena's mouth in particular. Do you sense the peculiarity that she feels?? Yeah. Princess Deflated took a picture of her as well two days ago and was forced to send the pictures over as well.

Apparently, Princess Deflator took a picture of Xena doing some angelic pose. Come on, it's Xena!! It's not like you get her angelic pose every day you know. [That's why she feels rather queer herself]

DISCLAIMER: This portion about the Warrior Princesses has been exaggerated and the facts have been slightly twisted for comical effect. [I don't want Xena to chop my head off on Monday]

All right. Now, let's talk about the atrocities of Malaysian English/English-directly-translated-from-Mandarin.

You know what I mean now?? This is atrocious!!! An outsider will easily laugh their pants off if they see this. Terrible grammar and sentence structure.

I cringed at the sight of that notice. But the food at that coffee shop is bloody good.

Ok, enough of this post-waking-up-early craziness now.

It's time to get sober and boring to start studying.

Don't you think college is the biggest potong-steamer??

Having A Break

So, having a BONG face ain't that good after all.

When your face is stoney, ur speech becomes Mr. Monotony.

Ok, Debble.

FOCUS. FOCUS!!!!!

Find the right words to say. Be confident. Have passion. Be full of enthusiasm!!!

I think I got YeeLin's talent. Of becoming all Zen-fied and expressionless during a presentation.

NoNO. You cannot afford to have that.

You must be the iron lady who will be able to stand still and look confident even when your nerves inside your body are vibrating crazy. The body must stay intactly STRAIGHT!!!

And have tone in your voice. But don't sing. NEVER sing.

Sigh. So many things to contemplate for and watch out for a stupid moot.

p/s: To all my dear mateys out there, thanks for giving me those comments. Imma working on em now!!

Ok. The Friday night in Genting was fun.

I never thought that Oldies music can be cool too.

And I didn't know that Asians [OLD Asians, to be precise] can be screaming around, whistling and singing along with the singer. Word for word. And they didn't go out of tune at all!!!

I sort of had a cultural shock in the Arena of Stars auditorium. [the chairs there are cheap plastic]. I never thought it would feel almost... ALMOST like any young people's concert.

The best part... the guitarist of Herman's Hermits was doing this super high kick, the ones that you will see during a rock concert. The express and cheap way of seeing these high kicks?? Watch SCHOOL OF ROCK.

And what's worst. There was this bunch of AUNTIES [and I really mean AUNTIES here...] screaming and chanting H-E-N-R-Y; just the way the lead singer taught us to do.

The bad part of the concert?? My dad got us 2nd row. Which is super front!!! And given that I'm tall... [Ok, with this age group of people, I am considered as SUPER TALL] I stick out like a SORE THUMB!!!

And I was wearing this purple dress which is too short to be worn alone [and it is freezing cold too] over my usual 3/4 ah-ma/yoga Esprit pants. I sticked out even more. I should have just blended in with all black.

[Sharon is right. I shouldn't be too tall. But I've already grown to this height!!! Which is neither short or a model's height. Damnations.]

The most bizarre part?? My parents were behaving like ardent teeny-bopper fans. They actually asked me to jump up and take a picture with the lead singer!!! WTH!!! Sorry, oldies... I ain't the ardent head-on-the-floor fan to actually jump out of my seat and take a shot with the singer.

The music was pure fun. They did a cover for Jezebel and it was totally AWESOME!!! I never thought that the rock of the olden times can be relatable to modern times.

I wanted to go into the casino to have a look but I was thrown out. I didn't fit the criteria of a twenty-oner.

So we just walked about. And met the guitarist again. He smiled at us. Which means he actually saw us during the concert and remembered us. ARGH. I don't like attention!!!!!

Given that I am all in for the whiney zone again, I shall SHUT UP and get my arse back into the freezing room and start doing the FREAKING economic loss essay and practice more for my MOOT.

This sucks.

p/s: Awake is a bloody good movie. We Own The Night is a not-bad only.

I'm too lazy to upload the pictures from the concert. Maybe I will when I have the mood.

Moot = No Mood. [But I have to be a hypocrite to show that I am in full good mood to give a good moot.]

Chinese New Year

Happy CNY everyone!!!!!

May blessings flow to your home and may you collect lots of angpaus!!!

This year's CNY is the best for me.

Everything was smooth.

All the food is glorious.

Yesterday's eve dinner was not bad. If only my mom's dish had a little more salt. It will be awesome.

Too bad that the duck-eater did not get to eat her duck for 2 consecutive years.

She was imagining last year about how she can catch the ducks/swans at the Reading lake and roast them. Thank God her lust for ducks did not blind her from the fact that those ducks/swans belong to the Queen.

This bimbleladuor now knows how to sing "Malaysia Tanah Suriaku". [Malaysia is My Sunshine Country]

She complained that she cannot find a decent top even with 30 quids. And she complained about how difficult it is to catch the trains/busses in London and how she has to do marathon runs to the university. How she has to cook herself and how difficult it is that there is no bah kut teh or nasi lemak for her to eat.

She cooked her own bah kut teh the other day.

And she was rather restless this morning because her results for her Civil Litigation will be out today. On CNY. And she still has classes. She won't be going to ChinaTown this year. It's just too cold.

While I was at my aunt's house, we all suddenly had this SMS in CAPS. She got a very competent. Ini punye kiasu punye bimbo... always freaking out for the wrong reasons and making everyone around her feel so tensed.

It has been a good day. No supernovas and I managed to survive being under-one-roof with all the relatives including the most hated one.

We're now just going to sit in front of the TV and rot. And feast our hearts out on groundnuts and mandarin oranges. Not forgetting shandy/beer/wine.

Oh, the only bad thing is that my angpau amount is just peanuts.

Watching TV now.

Tata.

Randomous

I am rather random these days.

I think it's because of the fact that CNY is getting nearer and that means HOLIDAYS!!!

Every single moment of a holiday is very precious.

Hence, the feeling of BLISS and with bliss, comes along RANDOMITY.

Today, my feet were completely BLISTERED.

Seriously.

The new pair of shoes is nice [I like it very much] but very painful.

Why do we always have to pay for the price of beauty?? [and vanity. I mean, look at NP - for the price of vanity Chauntecleer got doped and Pertelote got roasted alive.]

I can hardly walk.

It is such a relieve to find a chair to sit down and forget the pain in my feet.

But when I have to get up to walk, [especially with the shoes on] it is hell to pay.

I walked like some spasticated girl who has metal for legs.

I'm going to wear shoes tomorrow. Proper ones that won't give me pain until these blisters are healed. [Then I'll continue wearing the peep-toe shoes again. Can I get any more stubborn??]

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Anyway, the point of this post is to talk about this really out-of-the-blue thing I did.

During Law, I decided to accompany Christine to Asia for her Brunch.

My feet hurt like hell but I went. Thinking that after that the Math people will be going there too.

So after she went off, I continued sitting on the deck.

And the next thing is, this really really LOUD girl came and ask me if they can share my table. [Asia was bustling busy immediately after Christine left.]

Since the Math people won't be out until another hour's time, I agreed.

And boy, were they noisy.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I have reconciled with my CHICKENS.

I'm aspiring to finish drawing the comic from Lines 55 - 680. Call me crazy.

So I was drawing me chickens in AC.

And the next thing was, the girl who asked me if she can share the other half of my table was sitting right in front of me, eating her CHICKEN RICE.

Quite an inspiration to draw my comic.

And then later... she asked:
What are you doing?? It's really nice. Is it like your hobby or something??

Hobby?? HOBBY???

O.M.G.

It's a bloody awesome hobby yo.

Of course I politely answered that it was for Literature.

And they went oooh-ing and aah-ing.

Next, a bunch of guys came [miss talkative's classmates] and they added on to the table.

And they saw my chickens.

The guys were really friendly. They spoke to me as if we were long time friends and they complimented my drawing. Tee hee. [First time in my life because all this while my drawing sucks.]

Hmm. I guess my drawing ain't that bad after all.

Suddenly,
Miss Loud & Talkative: Hey, your name is Deborah right??

Hey!! How did she know??

I was half suspicious of her [*eyes should squint here*], wondering if she was snooping on my paper all this while while she ate her chicken rice and I drew my chickens.

And then I was told that the girl sitting beside her on the other half of the table was from my school. My junior. Carol's friend.

This world is seriously crammed. Not small. But CRAMMED.

I felt bad for the girl because I didn't quite recognise her. It must be rather embarassing for her when Ms Loud & Talkative asked my name directly.

And so, given that they are such a big bunch of people, I dumped my file over to the next table which is unoccupied.

Another ex-MGSian, another junior came and sat at that table.

Ok, I seriously don't like this junior because she thinks a hell of her piano playing when I think that her elder sister is better.

And I can't stand the fact that she loves braggin that she got 2nd for Chopin's International [Asia] Competition. And apparently, from some source of my piano teacher, she was OK only.

I politely told her that I will be occupying half of the table [because it turned out that Math people aren't coming, only Eilene.] So she budged. And I'm happy.

And I packed my stuff and hopped over.

Then, the wonderful Eilene came and announced that we were walking to the DVD store.

So I gave up both tables. And I told Ms Professional Bragger that she can have the table.

She was surprisingly so excited to tell her friends that I'm from her school. I mean, hello?? I thought you hated me?? Probably it was just me who intimidated her while I was still in school. Haha. I tell you, my reputation in school is really a mixture of good and bad.

And I said goodbye to Ms Loud & Talkative and her gang. And I finally remembered that junior on that table. She's the quiet one who was always observing my crazy convos with Carol.

She beamed when I told her I recognised her.

Funny huh?? Made friends randomly during lunch time.

Honestly, I hope that I can sit with them and chat again. It was rather nice. I've never met such friendly people who will open up so easily. Plus, it was fun listening to them. Ok, EAVESDROPPING to be exact.

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And the Ms Eilene lost her handphone. And freaking out, she used Su Wei's phone to call me.

I was wondering why should Su Wei have a reason to call me??

And I heard Eilene's frantic voice, asking me for help to find her phone. It was 2.20 pm. She was already in the bus.

And so, I had to walk to 3.19 in my geniusly blistered feet. I was half cringing and cursing while I walked.

And the phone was not there. Thank God I told Eilene to ask Noel to check LT8 since his class is immediately after our Econs class.

Then Cindy came and we went to Little Taiwan to eat. The Beef Noodle wasn't bad. Other than that, DO NOT TOUCH.

And Noel called to ask me where I was and to offer help [such a sweet chap]. I felt bad because I was supposed to be looking for Eilene's phone but here am I eating my lunch.

He was so kind to walk to the lost & found centre to enquire for Eilene's phone. [It was 2.59pm already] Tick-tock-tick-tock. We need to race against time.

What kept my spirits positive was the fact that there was still a dial-tone when I called Eilene's phone.

And the last resort: Walk to the DVD store.

It was hell walking there. But it was worth it.

The phone was there.

Thank God the fella kept Eilene's phone for her. If a customer were to have walked in and take the phone before that fella does, we'll have a sobbing Eilene tomorrow.

And that's the good thing about making friends. No matter who they are. [Ok, although my primary aim of making friends with them is so that I get special treatment for my DVDs and all, it was still a friendship]

Today is a series of random stuff. Except for the blistered feet of course. If that were to be random, then I don't know what to do. I surely do not want blistered feet randomly.

But it was a good day. Painful but eventful and great.

I'm off now.

Toodles!!!

p/s: My mommy bought tau foo fah today. *BIG GRIN*