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.

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.

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.

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!!!