My Life This Week

I realised that the food I cook in my new kitchen is always super yummy.
How to not put on weight like that??
I love my kitchen so much. Cooking there makes me so happy which makes the food taste nicer I think.

I said 'shit' at work and my colleague at work remarked '..this is the first time I heard you swear..'
I seriously don't think 'shit' is a swear word. But I remember a friend got told off at school for saying it while we were doing sports in the field.

Yesterday morning... I got to the train station bright and early.
And i realised I didn't have my debit card with me. Shit. Thank God I had my credit card with me. So I put my credit card into the machine. I could not remember my card PIN because I have not used it for ages. Double Shit! No cash. Triple Shit. So I had to walk back home to get my debit card. I missed the 7.30 train and had to dash home and walk back to the station to catch the 8.03 train. Somehow I made it on the train, knackered from the 'early morning' run. And the day has just began at 8.01am.

Today evening...I was waiting for the taxi to come pick me up to the train station from the client.
He called me and told me : 'I am at the gate...'
Me: There is no gate here.
Mr Taximan: Oh...where are you exactly?
Me : I am just next to the Mini garage.
Mr Taximan : Give me 2 minutes.
Me : ok.

10 minutes later. No sight of Mr Taximan so I rang him.
Me : Where are you?
Mr Taximan : 2 minutes...

5 minutes later he called.
Mr Taximan : I am at the BMW garage.
Me : I am NOT at the BMW garage. I am at the Mini garage!
Mr Taximan : Are they not the same?
Me : No they are not the same!!!
Mr Taximan : Can you come to the BMW garage?
Me : What? I don't know where the BMW garage is!!!!!
Mr Taximan : ok 2 minutes...

I thought I would be stranded forever. 5 minutes later the taxi appeared.
I had missed my train and will be home at 8pm instead of 7pm. Extremely annoyed but I had to laugh when I finally got into the taxi.

And tommorow is Friday...finally the weekend is here.

Downpour

I thoroughly enjoyed watching Juno.
Easy, feel good movie.
I think Juno is lucky she did not get pregnant in Malaysia.
She would have got expelled from school.

I wonder if my dad will slap me if what happened to Juno happened to me.

He has only ever slapped me once when I was 14. I was really rude to grandma and he slapped me. Yeah, I probably deserved it but still he shouldn’t have slapped me so hard.

I think he would have gone ballistic if I got pregnant at 16.

Now I am in my twenties, I reckon he will take it calmly.

But I know whether its 16 or 24, he will support me through it come what may.

I can’t believe I will be 25 in December! 25 is the most rubbish number ever. You are suppose to be in your mid twenties but if you round it up you are actually in your late 30s. Gasps!

30 is just a couple more years down the line but I really can’t imagine myself being 30.

My mum had a spoilt 6 year old daughter and a cute 3 year old boy when she was 30.
Me…I can’t even hold a baby properly at 24.

I think the best age to be is 19 and 20.

Past that age the real world hits you real hard.

23 and 24 is probably the worst age to be. Most of my friends had tough time at that age, me included. It amazes me sometimes how we are all experiencing similar things in our lives even though we are all scattered around the world. I guess it is a comfort to know that I am not alone in facing the ‘challenges’ of life.

But heck things can only get better. The only way is ‘up’!

It rained super heavily yesterday.
I was drenched from head to toe as I braved the rain on my way home from the bus stop. Take That's song was blaring in my head strangely as I was walking in the downpour.
'You and me we can ride up the stars....We can rule the world...'
Random.

The Circle.

Finally today, had some time in the office…

But am feeling lost at the moment.
So many thoughts and emotions…
Yet the words are all jumbled up and my fingers can’t seem to type out precisely how I feel.

It is just like I yearn to hear mum and dad’s voice over the phone.
But when I do, I don’t know what to say.
So many thoughts and emotions…
Yet my lips remain sealed and I feel like the little mermaid who lost her voice.

Maybe I am just tired…

Last weekend was a weekend filled with goodbyes…

Said goodbye to Ef who is going back to Thailand.

Said goodbye to my aunt and uncle who came for a 2 week UK visit and flew home on Sunday. I feel like my life in recent years has been lots of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘farewells’.

I guess that is how life is. Impermanent. Temporary.

On a lighter note…. check out Ef’s new hair style.



How can she look so cool still on a bad-windy day?

My first encounter with Ef was on my first snow day at Warwick.
Same day I met Fel.

I got to know Ef through Shu.
Then, Ef introduced me to funky Fel, who introduced me to Mama Daffy...
and finally Daphne introduced me to Sassy Stella.

Oh and Jong. I think I knew her from Ef and Shu but I vaguely remember playing badminton and seeing her at mass before the formal introduction.

And I realised all my friends are through friends.
I did not introduce anyone to anyone.
I am just a lazy bugger in terms of making new friends.
A bit of like a parasite.
Maybe thats why I have so few friends in Birmingham.
Hmmm...its in my blood. I am AB which only receives and can't give.

'You need to make more effort PJ..'

Everyone keeps telling me.

I believe friendship should be something that happens naturally like the rain.

It should be effortless. But perhaps I am wrong.

Friendship/relationship requires a lot of effort and work to keep it going.

Ideally friendship should be something that happens naturally.
Like the amazing feeling when you meet someone who actually 'gets' you.
You feel totally at ease and can just be 'yourself' and you can just open up to the person and be absolutely honest.

They say when you are at home you depend on your family and when you are away from home you depend on friends.

But I think at the end of the day, the only people who will always stand by you will still be your family..
..and those few friends that do stand up for you are the 'true' friends.

And over the years, I know who they are and they mean the world to me.

Thank you for the friendship.

….

New Place (Cont)

I love love love my new flat.

It smells of ''home''.
My bedroom kinda reminds me of my room in Muar even though it is totally different from my newly refurbished room in Muar.
The curtains are old and dated but the Ikea furniture gives the room a fresh feeling.
It is the weirdest feeling ever and I don't even know how to explain the feeling.

It is perfect for me.
When I move out of Birmingham (God knows when), I wish I can put the flat in my pocket and bring it with me wherever I go settle down next.

I feel like a gypsy.

Over the past 5 years, I have been constanly moving.
My first accomodation at Warwick was the lovely Arthur Vick.
I loved my little en-suite room. I loved how the squirrels would come sit by the window as I studied. Oh and I love the little notes that the police leave on my window to remind me to lock my windows when I sleep.

Second year moved to Kensington Road in Earlsdon. I loved the little vegetable shops, the local library... all the little lovelies that a little town has.

Finally third year... Claycroft 2.
What can I say?
It was the bestest ever.
It was perfect place to end the uni life.
The amazing food. The craziest bunch of friends.
Absolutely super place with many many wonderful memories.

I have moved 4 times over the past 2 years in Birmingham.
It has not been an easy ride over the past 2 years.
But I think I have finally found The Flat to call home at least for now.

I feel blessed.

New Place

I moved again!!
Hope this will be the last time I move.

I love my new place.
I knew it is The One for me when I entered it for the first time.

The view from the window.



Big Thank You again to Ef for helping me move the 4th time!!!



Ef loves to check herself out...



I love love this photo. Masterpiece..



Before the masterpiece..



We went to watch Kung Fu Panda today.



I love love love it.
Some bits were wee bit cheesy.
But as a whole it was thoroughly enjoyable.
Some parts got me a wee bit emo. I could actually feel the tears wanting to come.

'You must believe in yourself...'

'There is no secret ingredient..'

Cheesy lah but I love...

Completeness

Soya Mince Balls! Vegetarian food can be pretty exciting too.

I finished reading the New Book.

Some bits were pretty... erm...'explicit' and little bit 'errotic'.
Some would say it is 'sexy'.
I read the book with no expectation whatsover.
You don't really know what to expect with Japanese book.
Perhaps thats why I enjoyed the book..

When we expect something, we almost always get disappointed.

The book is about being complete.
About how even when you are happy, there is an emptiness within you.

Is there really someone that can actually make you feel complete?
Like a lost piece of jig saw puzzle to make the picture whole.

And how many people are lucky enough to find that missing piece of puzzle.

Perhaps it is not luck.
It is how we willed and attract the missing pieces into our lives.

Perhaps it is just human nature.
To crave for the 'forbidden fruit'.

To want more...

徐怀钰 + 任贤齐 - 水晶

看你的眼睛写著诗句
有时候狂野有时候神秘
随你的心情左右而行
脚步虽乱了但是心甘如一

爱一个人常常很小心
仿佛手中捧着水晶
oh 爱一个人有缤纷心情
看世界仿佛都透过水晶

我和你的爱情好像水晶
没有负担秘密干净又透明
我给你的爱是美丽水晶
独特光芒交辉你我眼底

My friend sang this at her wedding and I was a wee bit touched.
'Love is like crystal...'

New Book

Lunch time impulse buy...

South Of The Border, West Of The Sun by Haruki Murakami.

When I was paying for the book, the cashier told me she have read the book and it is a brilliant book. In fact she is a big fan of Haruki.
Got me all excited and all I could think about for the rest of the day at the office was the New Book I got in my bag waiting for me.

Now I am gonna make myself a cup of tea and enjoy the simple pleasures of life - a New Book.