Friday, July 28, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I miss the independence and freedom I have staying on my own.
I miss my doojay apartment.
I miss the melancholic UK weather.
But I know I will miss home once I am on the plane back to UK. I guess we never cherish and truly feel for what we have when we have something close to us. Something far away and unreachable is always far more exciting. Like they say its the thrill of chasing.
Watched my fave ep of Grey's Anatomy (206 and 207) again for the 4th time yesterday. I cry every time I watch it.
Pick me, Choose Me, Love me...
So pathetic yet so brave.
So sad yet admirable.
I would never say something like that ever.
Its crazy how some episodes of TV dramas no matter how many times you watch it, it will still make you cry and no matter how many times you watch it you learn something new every time. Its just like Sex and The City's (Light's Camera and Relationships) the episode where Harry proposed to Charlotte. I have watched that ep countless times in my first year at uni. (oh the glorious days of DC++) and I still love watching it again and again on YouTube.
Watch it and you will know what I mean.
Monday, July 24, 2006
My first week home is officially over. Other than doing lots of eating, I have done absolutely nothing much and I am absolutely loving it. Oh and I went to cut my hair twice. It is really hot here and I just have to get my hair cut. The first time the hairdresser would not cut my hair short. Apparently young girls should have long hair. Pretty means straight long hair. She convinced me to just trim my hair. That was a vanity trap and I fell into it. I am so disgusted at myself. Thank God I didn't let her straighten my hair. I still felt damn hot after the trimming. So the next day I went to another hairdresser in town and insisted on a very short cut. She looked at me with a 'are you crazy face' and asked me 'Are you sure?' Yes I am godamn sure I want to cut my hair! She still hesitated and said 'Too short not pretty lah.' But I insisted again 'Please will you just cut my hair.' So she did but very carefully. 'Can you cut shorter?' I asked. This time she pleaded with me 'Don't cut so short lah, not nice one.' Oh man...
As I walk around town all I see is girls with long straight hair. Do I regret cutting my hair short?
Absolutely No regrets. I guess I have grown to be comfy with the person that I am. What people think does not bother me anymore. And even though I look like an egghead, I like it. Mum was a wee bit upset to see my hair short. It took her a few days to get over the fact and understand that Hairs will Grow!
The second time I cut my hair I went to this old small corner shop hair salon in town that my dad frequented often. There was one bored old man who just come in to chat with the hair dressers. He must be really bored on a Saturday morning. He came and sat till it was lunch time. Apparently he comes and catches up on the latest town gossips and then goes home for lunch every so often.
As I sat there getting my hair cut, it felt like an interview. The hairdresser began to ask me all the FAQ possible. Everyone in the shop had to listen of course. And soon they were discussing 'me' in Hokkien like I wasn't there. Hey I can speak fluent Hokkien even though I have been away from home. But I shouldn't complain so much as they said nice things about me like 'What a pretty smart girl....'
Blush... ok at least that was what I heard before I left the shop. God knows what these gossipmongers said after I left. Not that I care...
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Can't see my face but everyone else's face is hillarious in this pic.
Me, Shu, family and flowers. Thanks to Shu's mum for the lovely flowers. They were blooming when I left Birmingham.
The gang who made boring graduation fun..
And last but not least a big thank you to my lovely cousins who helped make-up idiot PJ to look good and also being PJ's personal photographer. Thanks guys for just being there for me.
Gonna click the publish button and keep my fingers cross that dial up will not screw up...
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
The second Best thing about being Home is that there is so much foooood. Went to town yesterday for the first time since coming home and I saw the food stalls by the road. I had to control myself from buying food from every food stall. For 50 pence, you can get a totally delish breakfast to feed a family of 4. And somehow the fridge and cupboards at home is always full house with food. There is never a ‘fridge is empty because PJ couldn’t be arsed to go to Tesco’ scenario. PJ is getting lazier and lazier staying at home. Plus all the food and no exercise is making her fattier and fattier. This is not good but heck it PJ is a happy girl.
Of course the Best thing about being home is to be able to enjoy the company of the people who made me who I am. Never mind that they are beginning to get on my nerves sometimes. Never mind that I am starting to get on their nerves for being me. I love them for them and I know they love me for me too!
And I am still waiting for the window to load...
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
This year, is the first year I didn't buy any mementos from UK (Made in China) to bring home with me. Aiya, don't know what to buy lah unless you let me know what you want. I almost wanted to get some Irn Bru (the very tasty High Caffeine Scotish Coca Cola) but it was too heavy to lug back. Instead I will probably nick some of the chocs that dad bought to share with friends. Hopefully there is enough to share with the 'big clan'.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Yes I am going to be repetitive and say again that Dial Up sucks. Even connecting is such a pain let alone to surf the internet. It takes forever to open a window.
Ok I should stop being bitchy and be thankful that I am home. After 7 hours at Heathrow thanks to not being able to get on the earlier flight as my parents and 13 hours on the squeezy plane I am just so thankful to have a bowl of hot homemade noodle soup. I almost missed my flight when I helped Ef with her bags to her Gate as I could not go back the way I came to go to my Gate and had to go to Flight Connections and go through security all over again. What the fudgecake... I ran as fast as my legs could carry me with my laptop which got heavier and heavier every minute. Thankfully I had the energy from a very yummy homemade veggie burger which my cousin kindly packed for me.
The flight was exhausting as I could not sleep. So I watched Failure to Launch which was very disappointing. I also watched 2 Korean Movies. Daisy and the other is Mr Housewive. Both of which got me emo and sobbing on the plane. Watch them if you haven't shed a tear in a long time. Daisy is a very well made movie and highly recommended. It made me want to visit the Netherlands. Hopefully I can find time and money to do that next spring.
Yes if you haven’t figure it out I am home in Muar Sweet Home, the land of ‘otak-otak’ (fish mousse). Personally I think Muar is the land of the Best Food in the world! Its just great to be home and I still don’t know why I always fall sick when I travel home. But the cold bug is not going to spoil my happy plans this holiday. Mum has booked me on a church trip up North to Penang for next weekend and my Big Sister has also booked me to attend her convocation. I am also booked this Thursday to ‘yum cha’ (drink tea) with the gang. Booked for KL by many people too. Oh the excitingness…
So if you haven’t booked PJ, just to let you know that it’s a first come first serve basis. Limited time till 28th August. I am just kidding. Let me know if you are around and I will make time for all you wonderful people. Oh I am so excited to see everyone and talk nonsense.
PS – Thanks so much to all you wonderful people for making my parents feel much loved in England and Scotland. We all had a wicked time thanks to you guys!!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
I am typing this as my parents are taking a nap at kind Dr Han's room. Yes we are bumming in her lovely Penthouse while she is away at lecture.
The past few days flew by so quickly. Graduation was actually quite fun and exciting minus the me being an air head, losing my registration ticket and my foot hurting from wearing those damn heels. I still can't figure out how girls wear heels. I think the best part was throwing the "hat"!!! It was great to see the few friends who mean so much to me. Saying goodbye was really difficult. I shed a little tear in the train as I realised that I am actually going to miss the chilled out life at Warwick.
The past few days has been awesome good fun. I realised I missed my parents more than I thought. It was fun going shopping with my mum, having a cold beer with my dad while watching football and just hearing their excitement in their voice at every little thing that interest them makes me smile. On a totally unrelated note, I can't believe Italy won the World Cup and can't help but wonder what was said that pissed Zidane so much. I thought the final was actually pretty unexciting game but it was fun watching it in my apartment with dad who slept through half the game. Just like always at home.
Oh and I am going home this weekend!! Excitingness!!!
Friday, July 07, 2006
Moving in and playing 'house' was good fun minus the paying bills, council tax and all that.
Thanks to all my macho 'movers'. Thanks also for all the lovely 'moving in' gifts. Love the Tefal steamer, teapot, mug tree and Tefal bread loaf.
I am growing to love my apartment now. Its feeling very cosy now.
Thanks to Miss Fel the roomie for 2 days. Missing all her warm hugs. Missing her infectious laughter. Missing her sunshine smile. Missing her hip hopness. A big hug to Mizz Stella The Cow, my one week roomie. Thanks for just being there for me. Hugs hugs. It meant a lot to me that you are there. Sorry for annoying you by being such a clean freak. Blame my mum for the clean freak in me. Shit man..I miss you both so much already..
It was really nice catching up with Ying Ci in Whitechapels today. Hey girl Gambade yo for your exams next week. As I left Whitechapels, I passed by King Cross and Algate East. Its been one year already. I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer to the victims of 7/7. As I waited for the Tube to Heathrow, I look at the crowd and wondered what is the story behind those faces. I love people watching in the Tube. Its so fun. Oh and I saw mice making love in the tube rails. Its been a very interesting day today. And my cousins prepared the nicest vegetarian diner ever. We had vegie rendang!! It was yummmm... Thanks guys. It was really sweet of you both.
Oh did I tell you my folks are here! So happy to welcome them to England. I think Dad had a wee bit too much of alcohol on the 15 hour flight. He even had Bloody Mary!! I should stop typing now and let everyone get some sleep.
Bon weekend everyone!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
The cab will be here soon. Hopefully everything will fit into the cab. And thank you to the whole lot of you who are wasting your Saturday to help me. Oh and yesterday’s final potluck (I think that should be the last.) was fantastic. Check out Fel’s, Dais’s or Stella’s blogs for more details. Hopefully, they will blog about it. I am too lazy at the moment.
Going to be absent for a while as I will probably only get internet connection for my apartment in Birm when I get back in August. Gonna miss blogging crap. Pop me an e-mail if you miss me and I will try checking them at the library in Birm or McD in Birm. I promise I will reply and fill you in about my not-so-happening life.
Don’t miss me too much…