Saturday, October 30, 2004

Sunny Sunny Day

The sun is finally out today. =)

I love this weather to the bits. It's one of those days when you can go out in a spring jacket instead of the bulky jacket which you wear on a wet autumn day.

Got myself out of bed later than usual this morning- Saturday is the only day I sleep in till late morning!! Took a hot shower and dragged my lazy bum to the library. Photocopied some journals and headed home.

Around afternoon, we went to Caernafon. Besides the famous Caernafon castle, there's nothing much in Caernafon really. Boring place. But then, the sun made everything looked so lovely. It was nice to see swans in the Menai Strait, big, fat seagulls flying up high in the sky and others hunting for food on the ground, pigeons on the streets, old and young couples walking hand in hand, people walking their dogs, parents bringing their kids out for walk... Lovely!

Pics to be uploaded when I know how to transfer pics from my mobile to my laptop. :P

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

New phone... new swell

Yay! Single Point kept their promise! My SonyEricsson S700 arrived a few minutes ago! Finally...

I can't believe how insane I got this morning. About 10.30, there was a knock on the door. I quickly ran downstairs to see if Mr Postman was here to deliver my parcel. Unfortunately, it was my neighbour's. :(

Frustrated, I came back to my attic, lied on the bed and continued with The Economist.

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

I jumped out of bed and *Bam* my head knocked the beam.

!"£$%^&*(

I ignored the pain, took the keys and ran downstairs, without putting on my slippers.

Ms Eileen Chua? the man asked.

Yea

Could you sign your name and write the time please?

He then handed over my parcel.

My baby is finally here with me... but my head still hurts. I can feel the swell!!

How kiddo can I get at times.. Mommy better not know about this! :P

Now, should I go for a CT scan? :P

Monday, October 25, 2004

Pre-Raya gathering

Went to St. Mary's with Hong Chien last night. We had a pre-raya gathering. Took a short video clip to say 'Selamat Hari Raya' to parents & friends, took pics and had loadsa food.

Here's the group pic that we took last night



Thursday, October 21, 2004

If only I could turn back time

I really wish I can turn back time.

I seem to have a problem with time. No, I have a problem with time. Sigh...

I feel I haven't been doing enough studying. Every night, before I go to bed, I feel I haven't done much. Everyday, there are so much work to be done. Dissertation, assignments, reports, presentations, and the list goes on and on. I feel like a nerd, studying everyday, and yet nothing on my to-do list is done.

How I wish I have the magic power to turn back time, to see where have I gone wrong, to ammend the mistakes I've done....

Since I came back, I haven't baked a single cake, not even a single piece of cookie. Since I came back, I haven't set my foot into a pub. I haven't even been out of town, haven't taken the train. Gosh... this is bad.

I guess I shall leave my books aside this weekend. Maybe I'll come up with a cake or some cookies. Now, I shall go find where my measuring cups, weighing scale and mixing bowl are!

Rainy rainy night...

I'm feeling a little different tonight.

In my chilly room, listening to the raindrops, listening to soothing songs, make me think of lots of things.. Just hope that I won't end up in tears. =)

Good night peeps.. Sweet dreams.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

My mommy says I can't speak Malaysian

I attended Haizi's birthday party tonight. There, I met up with a number of Malaysians and wqe did lots of catching up. There was a little Malaysian boy by the name of Danial. He's 9 and he's here because his Mom is doing her PhD in Forestry. I spoke Malay to him and he answered me in English most of the time, with an English + Malaysian accent. Suddenly, he blurted: My mommy says I can't speak Malaysian. I was taken aback. I thought, why? Is there anything wrong with speaking Malay in a foreign country? Does speaking Malay in UK means you're low class or what? I don't see there's anything wrong with speaking Malay. In fact, I try to speak Malay to most of my Malay friends, just to brush up my Malay a bit.

Then we were singing songs during the party. Most of the songs we sang were Malay songs, like Belaian Jiwa, Di Persimpangan Dilema, Menghitung Hari, etc. and also some English songs. Half way singing, I heard Zabir telling one of my Chinese friends, Viv, I don't know what they're singing. I don't know the songs. Heck! You're Malay and you don't know those songs? The way he said it was so snobbish! As if not knowing any Malay songs and speaking with a fake English accent are cool. Then I brought up Malaysian Idol cos I wanted to hear Haizi sing Gemilang or Tunggu Sekejap but Zabir told me You're more Malaysian than I am!

Me *is* speechless...

Seriously, I don't see there's anything wrong with speaking Malay or singing Malay songs. There's no need to pretend that one can't speak Malay. It's like some Malaysian chinese who tries to be Mat Sallehs by saying I can ONLY speak English. To me, being able to speak Malay is an advantage, and I'm proud that I'm able to do so.

Now, do you think it's a disgrace being Malaysian? Or you think being a gwei low celup is classier?

Monday, October 18, 2004

Malaysians-Italians-German get together

Yesterday was not a bad day after all. :)

I was invited to a dinner. :) :)

I was picked up from my house at 7 something and I didn't have to walk in the cold!! :) :) :)

Most importantly, the food and the company were fantastic! :) :) :) :)

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The Malaysians and Italians in JMJ decided to have 'food exchange' for dinner. The Italians prepared vegetarian lasagne and the Malaysians prepared fried fish with sweet and sour sauce, curry chicken and a vege dish. The German joined us at the very last minute with German Christmas Cake.
We had a great time together. The Italians are great people, very friendly. But that German is a pain in the neck. It was my first encounter with such cocky people. He actually insulted the lasagne in front of the Italians. The way he talked was as if he was the greatest guy in the world. He bitched about everything under the sun, except Germany.
When we were having lasagne
German: What's this?
Mior: It's sweet and sour fish
G: A Malaysian dish?
M: Yea..
G: Sweet and sour is Vietnamese. I've been to Vietnam and _________can't remember so I know quite a lot about South East Asia.
And Mior went bengang. Poor guy.
When we were having Malay food, Carla, that Italian girl shouted 'Porka' because the food was too spicy for her. That German explained to us that Porka is derived from the work pork. Then he went on and on and on. He had to say that she was swearing, cos Porka is something like bloody hell. And, I quote what he said, 'it means pork, pig'. All of us were like fuming. After that, he told Mior, and pointing at the pot of curry chicken at the same time, 'Can I have some pork please?' Anna got pissed and said, In our religion, we don't take pork. And that idiot actually had the guts to say, I know that but I was just teasing. At that moment, everybody got so pissed off. Carla just told him off and he kept quiet for quite some time.
And that wasn't the last.. he went on and on and on.. I felt like throwing shoes on his face and tell him to shut up.
Tsk tsk tsk... terrible guy.. No wonder nobody in his corridor likes him

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Some people just don't get it

I was feeling rather down this morning. After the library, I decided to be an impulsive shopper by going shopping at Safeways. I know it's sad but it's Sunday, babe! How many shops are open on High Street? ;) Unfortunately, nothing seemed interesting. I came back with a copy of The Economist. As usual, I checked my phone after I changed into my comfy clothes.

1 message received - I saw on my Nokia screen.

Hi dear, wat r u doing now? had ur lunch d? It was him.

Damn it! I told him I wanted to break up yesterday. Doesn't he ******* get the message??? A friend doesn't call me dear. Only my housemate does.. well, sometimes. hehe..

After coming back from the beach in Isle of Anglesea in the evening, I checked my phone, again.

1 message received

Good night dear,hav a pleasant evening n i miss u

Argh!!!

Some people... some people... they just don't get it.

Please excuse me while I submit my application form to the Singles' Club.

Chao...

Updated at 0041

Can't believe another message came in again.

Hi dear, pls dun stay up too late ok?how's ur sore throat?hope it's better now. well,good night

Omigosh... is there anything wrong upstairs? Maybe my housemate is right afterall.

Saturday, October 16, 2004

Special thanks to...

I have 2 very dear friends who supported me through thick and thin. When I was in the darkest moment of my life, these 2 friends never left me alone. Instead, they were there to support me. I cried on their shoulders. I listened to their advices. No matter how late it was, no matter how busy they were, I was never left alone in the dark.

Yujen and Cherry, my dearest housemate, words can't express how thankful I am to both of you. I know this sounds cliche, but please, let me say this to you... THANK YOU VERY, VERY MUCH

I've learnt something...

This f*cked-up [excuse me for the profanity] relationship taught me something:

do not expect him to treat you the way you treated him.

I tried to be the best girlfriend... I thought I succeeded but I'm a failure. He didn't appreciate it.
Maybe my expectations are too high.

When you call someone, don't expect him to call you.
When you love some one 100%, don't expect him to love you 100%
When you give someone a present, don't expect him to give you a present.

Face it, life's a bitch

Thursday, October 14, 2004

SCOPE & BHF

I finally remember to bring the Polo wind breaker and the Hugo Boss shirt to 2 charity organisations- SCOPE & British Heart Foundation when I went to High Street this afternoon. Now, I just hope the persons in charge doesn't use the clothes for their own purposes, i.e. bring back home for their sons/boyfriends/husbands. :P

My ex left those with me before he went back to Australia about 2 years ago. Maybe he thought he would come back to visit me again but unfortunately (or fortunately), we broke up. Since then, the clothes have been in my wardrobe, unused. From the halls of residence to my present house. I even forgotten that they were in my wardrobe until I came back this September. I was thinking what I should do with them. I thought of selling them on eBay so I could get some money. They are still in good condition by the way, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. They are not mine. Besides, selling on eBay is too much hassle. I don't think I want to spend my time in front of my laptop monitoring the price and at the same time, praying that the price will go up to.. erm.. £70? I don't know.. After that, wait till the cheque arrives, bank in the cheque, send the package, cross my fingers and pray hard that the buyer leaves a positive feedback for me. So mar fan! I would rather be a buyer. :P

Anyway... I'm glad that I've given them to charity. I hope I don't sound mean by saying they are good riddance! :P Or, put it in a nicer way.. I've just killed two birds with one stone.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Circle->triangle->square

Once, they fitted together. Just the both of them. Perfect, just like a circle. No sharp ends.

Then came in the sister. It became a triangle with 3 sharp ends.

Then came in the mother. It became a square. This time, 4 sharp ends. Ouch!

It became more and more complicated.

Will the circle fit again, just like how it used to? We'll see... one day. Or perhaps, it will never fit again?




Wednesday, October 06, 2004

你姓爱?

Friend: 你叫什么名?

Me: 爱凌

Friend: 你姓爱啊?

Me: LOL

Apparently, the Chinese introduce themselves by saying out their full name. :P

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

To the uncivilised, childish English guys

I hope you stumble across my page and read what I write.

I hate you. I will never call you a gentleman anymore. Never! The reason is simple. You just don'tqualify to be a gentleman.

How can you drive pass 2 girls and throw a bag of water at them when they gave way to you and your friends to drive through? If it wasn't because we were too shocked and stunned, you and your friends would have been in trouble now. I won't hesitate to give your car number to the police. You and your friends are lucky. My housemate and I didn't manage to get your number plate. Make sure you don't see me again or I'll either scratch your car, call you names in front of everybody, advertise your car number plate on the intranet or report you to the police. I was very surprised why I didn't shout the four letter F word at you. I told you, today's your so call lucky day. But my housemate and I hope that the 4 tyres of your car will puncture at the roundabout in front of Safeways hence causing traffic jams. In that case, more people will curse you, together with us. How does that sound?

I tell you, I hate English men who look down on Asians. You think you are so great. You don't even know where on earth Malaysia is. You can't even speak a word of Chinese. ha ha ha! I think you're qualified to be called stupid.

This is so unfair. In Malaysia or China, you English men are treated like god. We do not discriminate you. No one will ever drive pass you and call you dirty names. No one will ever drive pass you and throw a bag of water at you. But why are you doing this to us?

I think my housemate will agree with me if I call you and your friends morons.


Saturday, October 02, 2004

Uh... sour sour...

Don't you feel jealous when you see the guy you love treats another girl well/better than how he treats you?

I admit. I am jealous.

Very jealous.

:'(