MooPig & The Babe

I need to let this out or my housemates are at risks. I'm not kidding. I am furious but I have to remain quiet. I feel so helpless. Thank God for Blogger or I'll really, really go bonkers.

I prefer staying in the house to staying in the hall. Most importantly, there are no annoying fire alarms in the middle of the night. But nothing is perfect- the bills drive me up the wall. Every month, I dread seeing the bills because I feel like a loan shark, asking everyone for money since the bills are addressed to me. (I'm the only person at home with credit card, debit card and cheque book)

I don't understand why are some people so inconsiderate. She knows our electricity bill is sky high yet she uses the electric stove like nobody's business. I believe electric stove consumes a lot of electricity. She boils soup for 4-5 hours. That's not once a week, but at least 3 times a week. On top of that, she cooks lunch and dinner. Once, she cooked the porridge on slow fire for more than 4 hours. Luckily I went down to the kitchen around 10pm and I off it. I can't imagine what will happen if I didn't go down. Even on slow fire, at number 1.5 to be exact, the porridge almost turned into rice. Imagine this happening at least three times a week... I don't want to know how much will the next electricity bill cost. It's unfair for those who don't use as much electricity as some selfish people but pay the same amount for the bill.

The washing machine at home is not in working order. Everytime the clothes spin, the washing machine 'pees', i.e. water comes out from the bottom of the machine. We've contacted the landlord. A couple of guys came to have a look at the machine and said it's dangerous to use the machine because the parts are underneath and short circuit may happen. I deliberately put up a note saying 'OUT OF ORDER' and informed everyone at home. Everyone knows the bloody machine is not working but *some* ignorant idiot, well, ignored the note. I acted dumb one day and asked her 'Did you wash the clothes?' She admitted and I told her she knows that we can't wash clothes because short circuit may happen but she told me- But I have no choice. And nothing will happen, it's the pipe in the machine which is leaking. I nearly fainted when she said that. I even offered to drive her to the nearby laundry to wash her clothes but she declined. I thought she'll stop washing after I told her not to but I was so wrong! She washed her clothes again tonight despite me telling her that the guys are coming to repair the washing machine at 10.30am tomorrow morning.

I really got enough of it when I saw her washing her clothes again. She knows the machine will be repaired tomorrow. Why can't she wait for another 12 hours or so? She's acting as if it's a matter of life and death if she has to wait until tomorrow. Doesn't she understand that everytime she washes her clothes, she's putting all of us at risk? Short circuit may occur anytime! I really feel like confronting her but on a second thought, I better not, because it will make both of us awkward. But keeping quiet is not the best solution either.

Somebody tell me, is she stupid, senile or plain stubborn?

Posted by MooPig at 23:35 | Permalink | Comments

I come from a little town where the chinese population is about 3% (if I'm not wrong). Being in a small town with a small chinese community means almost everybody knows everybody and rumours spread like wild fire. I can safely say that lots of people know my family, especially my uncle and my dad due to their professions. While it is interesting to meet different people every time I go out with my Dad, it can be really annoying sometimes.

Once, my Mom got a call from one of the kepochi (busybody) in town, questioning her the reasons for sending my brother and sister for tennis lessons and tournaments. She asked a few questions, like why isn't my Mom concerned about my sibling's studies and the amount of money spent on tennis. My Mom was dumbfolded when she got that call. It's my Mom's choice and I don't understand that kepochi's problem. There are some things which I cannot decipher, until today.

When I was back home, I was asked the same, old, boring questions 1001 times from almost everyone I met. 'Got boyfriend already ah? Ang Moh boyfriend ah?' When I said 'No-lah' politely, they went 'You sure or not, your Mommy is here that's why you don't want to tell Aunty is it? I'm sure you got boyfriend lah' Most of the time, my answer was 'No-lah Aunty, Mommy says no boyfriend yet'. End of conversation and they started gossiping with their friends. In my heart, I was screaming 'WTF? I got no bf means no bf lah, mind your own business for goodness sake!'

Every move I made, every step I took, I had to be cautious to avoid rumours in town. I avoided going for dinners with my parents sometimes. At certain functions, alcohols were served and I normally declined. I just don't fancy drinking wines and whiskey. I wish those people would leave me alone after I told them I would just have water but NOoooo... they had to say 'You're studying in Ang-moh-kok and you're not drinking? how can that be? Don't pretend lah girl, come, come, drink some' What on earth were they thinking? I wonder who came up with this smart a$$ equation: studying abroad=must know how to drink

My Mom was being bitched because she went for karaoke sessions with her girl friends. I don't understand the mentality of the kepochis who have too much free time on their hands with nothing else better to do. I feel sorry for them... I feel terribly sorry for them. If they were to get paid for gossiping/bitching about other people's life, I'm sure they would have become millionaires or even billionaires today!

A couple of years ago, when I went back during the summer, I sent and fetched my siblings and neighbour to school. It was around 7 in the morning when the incident occurered. I was sleepy while driving. I wanted to overtake the car in front of me. I looked at the side mirror, clear. So I drove to the right lane, without giving any signal. Little did I know there was a car just right behind me. It was my fault, no doubt about it. (That was the only time I changed lane without a signal) The driving gave a looooooooooooong honk. I gave a signal and drove to the left lane. After a few minutes, I turned left. The driver gave another long honk upon seeing me turning left. I didn't mean to run away, I had to turn left to go to school. I thought it was all cool after that. But I was so wrong. There was a drama at the office the next couple of hours.

Before she appeared in my Dad's office, she asked her friends in town to find out who I was. Since my relatives and our family use the same registration number, it wasn't hard at all.

She waited in my Dad's office even before my Dad went to work. When my Dad walked into the office, she confronted my Dad. I would imagine her telling my dad this from the extremely long lecture and scolding I got from him that same afternoon.

'DXXXX3 is your car is it?
'You know your daughter nearly caused accident or not? My children were in the car you know!'
'Why is she in a rush? she thinks she's come CEO of a big company is it?' (I am sure she said this. Dad told me)

Oh, and she told my Dad she tried to chase me but failed. What bullshit was she talking about? I was driving no more than 60km/hour.

I admit, it's all my fault for not giving a signal before driving into the next lane but I wasn't at all impress with her attitude. If she were to talk to my Dad nicely, I wouldn't mind going to her house to apologise. Anyhow, my Dad apologised to her. Needless to say, he was so pissed with me. I had driving phobia for the next few weeks.

I know I can ignore whatever people want to say.. but when you hear people talking about it for so many times, it's not nice at all.

I may sound a little frustrated about my home town but I still love my hometown. It's where I was born and bred. I quote my friend, YK, I rather rot in KB. It's true.. But the kepochis, I wish they'd vanish keep their mouths shut.

Posted by MooPig at 13:42 | Permalink | Comments

I just came out from my shower and got myself changed into my pyjama and my mobile phone rang.

'Eh, Woman, you free ah now?'

'Yea.. why?'

'My friend is here, asking me for help in Econometrics but I don't know how to do lah. Can you help her?'

'I handed mine in on Friday. Can't remember much already lah. Who's that?'

'Ang moh. Then how? can help or not?'

'Can lah... I'll try'

And 5 minutes later, that girl, A, called and said she was downstairs.

I opened the door and we came up to my room. I asked her if she has printed out her Stata but she looked puzzled. She showed me Solutions to Exercise 1 and 2 and that's it. She had nothing else. She hasn't done anything to the coursework.

Thank God for pirated softwares. We I worked out the coursework at home instead of one of the Uni's computers. I was literally giving her my answers, my hardwork. I took about a week to do that coursework and here she was, copying my answers, and Voila! her coursework was done in an hour plus. I was reading the command to her, word after word, including 'Enter' and 'Space bar'. I felt like a kindergarten teacher. I nearly fainted when she asked me, 'How do you key in the hat(^) and star (*) signs?' Imagine a final year university student asking you that question! I was very surprised. She had zero knowledge about Stata. I think she never attended a single tutorial class. The first command, Regress, was taught during the very first tutorial. She couldn't even do that. 'How do you do that?' she asked me, when I told her that she needed to do regresssion to get the anwers.

Let me get my facts straight. I am not trying to show off or whatsoever. I am willing to help her if she doesn't know how to answer the questions. I can explain to her. But now, how can I help her when she can't even do the simplest command? How can I help her if she doesn't know what the questions are all about? Does she expect me to stay up all night to explain to her why she should use this figure and not that; why she should use this command not the other one? I have no time for all that. I took 11 weeks to understand the theory and the commands, for goodness sake. It's not something which I can summarise in a few hours.

I am appalled at her tidak apa attitude.

I am speechless. I barely spoke to her prior to this. We hardly spoke not because I am being stuck up but because I hardly see her in class. If she were to attend class, she would sit right at the back, which isn't my cup of tea.

I don't know how should I feel now. I have mixed feelings. I feel stupid for giving my answers to her but how could I turn her down when my friend is the 'middle person' in this case?

Will you help her if you were me?

I know what's done cannot be undone, but I would appreciate if you leave some comments so I know how to handle the situation should this occur again. Thank you. :)

Posted by MooPig at 00:01 | Permalink | Comments

I hardly buy lottery because I know I hardly strike them.

Having calculated the probability last year, I have resorted to not buy any Lotto because I know the probability of winning is very small.

I bought a 4D once but I did not strike.

While I may not have the luck in gambling, I know that I am a lucky girl, in many other ways.

I am lucky to have a harmony family.

I am lucky to have a sister and a brother who cherish me as their eldest sister.

I am lucky to have parents who give me almost everything I wanted and they never failed to give me everything that I needed. They gave me the best in everything.

I am lucky to be able to study in a private boarding school for 18 months where it made me more matured, made me a better person.

I am lucky because I can further my tertiary education abroad.


I was this close to losing my present house about a year ago because we couldn't find a fifth person. Out of the blue, a chinese girl popped out and told us she wanted to stay in with us.

I am lucky because I found the present house, which is 3 minutes walk away from school.

I am lucky to be born and bred in Malaysia, and being able to speak 3 languages and a couple of dialects fluently, and I am able to speak broken Thai.

I am lucky to have good friends around me, to share my problems and to comfort me when I was very very down.

I am lucky because I could travel without worrying about the budget (But I still go on budget tours lah)

I am lucky to have the best host family when I was a youth exchangee in Japan.

Most importantly, I am lucky because my family members, my friends and I are in good health.

God Bless

=)

Posted by MooPig at 12:52 | Permalink | Comments

No, I'm not gonna imagine how the world is going to be like in the future.

I was day-dreaming evening-dreaming about the future. My future, specifically.

Year: 2012

Fact: I'll be *calculate calculate calculate* 29 years old.

Assumptions: Married, blessed with a kid (or two) and have a career

I go to work in the morning and come back in the evening after work, to be greeted by my child(ren) saying 'Hello Mommy' followed by a peck on the cheek. I cook dinner for my family, spend time with my child(ren), read story books to my child(ren) before they go to bed and spend quality time with my husband. I want to be there with my child(ren). I want to see him/her/them grow up, I want to see every development. I want to play with them, be there for them when they need me.

I don't need a job which pays me RM10K and above but requires me to work 15 hours a day. I have a job which I love, which I enjoy doing. I may sound stupid or unambitious, but I really don't want to own a firm or company. It is too complicated. Furthermore, I don't see myself as a CEO or boss of the firm.

My husband is my Mr. Right. He doesn't need to be a millionaire or billionaire. As long as his pay is enough for us to live comfortably and we can save for a rainy day, I am content. It's a bonus if we can afford to go on holidays yearly.

I don't need to wear Prada or LV. I don't need to own a BMW or Mercedes. I don't need to live in a posh place. I don't need a 10carat diamond on my ring. I don't need to have tonnes and tonnes of jewellery on my body. All I need is a comfortable life and a happy family.


I know, I know, it all sounds very airy-fairy. Everybody can dream right?

That, is what I hope my future will be like. Is that too much to ask for?

Posted by MooPig at 23:09 | Permalink | Comments

This has gotta be the worse picture my brother has ever sent to me. I nearly fell off my chair laughing at this picture. I've never seen him posing like this before.

Introducing the Ah Beng of my family....


My one and only brother who is turning 14 this year.

Just in case you're wondering, he was eating sugar cane.

My brother, the Agong of the house. Everyone pampers him but Mom pampers him the most. He is 101% Mommy's boy but Mom will never admit that she pampers him more than us. :P I guess all parents say that they treat their children equally. But I still love him. :)

Cute?

He better not see this post or I'll be SO dead. :P

Posted by MooPig at 22:27 | Permalink | Comments

No spicy, no kick. Agree?

I am a HUGE fan of spicy food. The spicier the better.

But having too much spicy+oily food is not a good thing. Well, for me, at least.

I haven't been eating well for the past weeks. This afternoon, my housemate's mom made some fried dumplings and invited me for lunch. I happily had them for lunch, together with Aunty and my housemate. Aunty knows I lurve spicy food so she gave me some chilli oil to go with the dumplings. Lunch was fantastic. I was fuming as I was eating lunch.

I was fine until dinner. We had gathering tonight. I was eating my dinner and suddenly, my tummy didn't feel well. I stopped eating, hoping the ache would leave me. It did! It went but it came again. It came and went, went and came.

After washing up and cleaning up, I dashed to the toilet. What a relieve! But that wasn't the end. When I was doing my assignment, I felt the pain again. I went in and out of the toilet for god knows how many times. Hmm... super spicy+oily food=laxative :P

As I'm typing this, my stomach is not-so-ok but it's a lot better.

And no, I am NOT going to give up spicy food. I can give up oily food but giving up spicy food is a big no no.

Posted by MooPig at 21:28 | Permalink | Comments

'I am going mad'

'Yeah! me too!'

'Go Tesco? shout at the parking lot!'

'hehe... are u sure? wanna go?'

'don't know'

'i dun mind.. can drive there'

'ok'

'get changed now, we'll go'

'ok.. let me change first'

That was the MSN conversation between Cherry and I.

We were estatic that we finished our dissertation but at the same time, we were pretty clueless of the Macroeconomics assignment. We were on the verge of going crazy so we did the craziest thing in many months. We went shopping at Tesco at 11 something at night. It's probably the only shop/supermarket which opens 24 hours in this god forsaken little town called Bangor.

My very first time doing shopping at midnight. My very first time driving here at night. I was pretty worried because the streets were quite dark and it was raining when I was driving back home. Thank God both of us are safe and sound. :)

I'm feeling great now. I feel a lot better after breathing the fresh air and walking around. I'm thankful because I drove there and returned home safely. And I'm back to my books now! :)

Posted by MooPig at 00:49 | Permalink | Comments

If you don't want to spoil your day, please leave now. What I'm going to type is going to sound very frustrating.

I have finally accepted the fact that there's no such thing called 'perfect'. I am going to delete this word from my dictionary. The word Perfect will never exist anymore.

Why do I say so?

I have been working my arse off for the past weeks and for the past few days, I've been working 10 times harder than I used to. I minimised my sleeping time. I minimised my cooking time and I had very minimal social activities. All because of one word- Perfect. I am was a perfectionist. I want wanted everything to be perfect.

I was working on my dissertation, which I would like to call it the first masterpiece of my life. I sent drafts after drafts to my supervisor for him to review and comment on my work. While he said lots of 'very good' to me, he added lots of critics. I accepted the critics. I know my work is far from perfect. I tried to improve. After I edited, I sent it back to my supervisor again and the cycle repeated. Tomorrow is the deadline but there is still room to improve. My dissertation can never be perfect. Do I want to score 100%? NO! I really don't want to! But I want it to be perfect!

Gee.. the more I type, the more I contradict myself. Damn it. My brain is fried.

I've learnt to treasure my sleep more than ever. Sleep comes first. You won't want to look at me now. Pimples popping out like there's no tomorrow, panda eyes and FOUR mouth ulcers under my tongue. Hurts big time! I can't think properly anymore. And one more thing, I'm sick of looking at the piles of journals and text books.

I have learnt to accept the fact that nothing is perfect. It's really hard to accept.

Posted by MooPig at 19:50 | Permalink | Comments

I was an impatient person. I was impatient about everything and anything. I might tell someone 'it's ok, take your time' but in my heart, I was cursing shouting at that person, asking him/her to hurry up.

I had little patience with my siblings. If they couldn't get what I meant, I would shout at them. Sometimes, I just said- forget it. I'll do it by myself.

I was impatient when I was driving. I had always wanted to reach my destination as fast as I could.

I would lose my temper if I had to wait for someone for 10 minutes.

I don't know what changed me. I realised I'm a lot more patient now. As long as you don't ffk me, I can wait. But of course, be reasonable-lah. I try to be cool and calm when I do something but I have to admit that I get extremely impatient sometimes. Only sometimes. But fear not, for I won't yell at you.

I saw a change in myself. When I was home last summer, I hardly lost my temper. There was once when I got fed-up with driving everyone around and I whined to my cousin sister. I was irritated because I was treated like a driver. I was 'at work' from 6.45am in the morning till 2am sometimes. After being lectured by her, I felt guilty. I kept quiet and did my 'job'. That tested my patience a lot.

I'm sitting right here in the uni's computer room, waiting for my supervisor to look through my dissertation. Out appointment was at 5, as we agreed yesterday. It's 6.31pm now and I am still waiting for him. I'm tired from a 5 hours straight lecture. I am sleepy. But I am still waiting.

1839: I am still waiting.. It has been one hour and 39 minutes.

Edited: I waited for 2 hours and went to knock on his door after that. Guess what? He ffk'ed me! I was stunned, speechless, wordless. What to do.. walked back home after that. -_-

Posted by MooPig at 18:26 | Permalink | Comments

Have you ever hoped that things will turn out perfectly well, the way you want it to be but in the end, it turned out the opposite?

I have. Many times.

I woke up in the morning with the smile because I'm having my driving lesson today. No, I'm not paying to get a driving lesson. My friend is teaching me because I need to brush up my driving skill. He said he would come at 3-ish. I was excited. I was imagining how I could drive up the hilly Glanrafon (pronounced as Glan-ra-von. I know, Welsh is weird) hill and how I changed the gears. But as the hours passed by, he did not turn up. I gave up. And I secretly cursed him for ffk-ing me

Sometimes, when I baked cakes or cookies, I wished they would turn out the way I wanted them to be- no cracks, yummy and pretty. But when I opened the oven, my heart sank into the deep blue sea. The cake had a HUGE crack in the middle.

I sent my Mom's birthday present to her and that was meant to be a surprise. On her birthday, I called her but she didn't mention anything about the present. It didn't arrive on that day. The next day, I saw my sister online so I asked her about the present. She said Mommy got it. But, I didn't get any text messages/phone calls from her! When I baked the cookies, I was imagining Mommy's reaction and the content of the text message she would send to me. But once again, I was disappointed. I had hoped but I was disappointed. When I asked her why didn't she tell me that she got the present, she casually said- I knew you would call. *heart broken*

But sometimes, when I gave up hoping.. my wish came true! Do you call that a miracle? ;)

I had hoped for many, many things in life. Sometimes, the harder I hope, the bigger the disappointment.

Posted by MooPig at 16:00 | Permalink | Comments

Currenly listening to Never Had a Dream Come True by S Club 7.

This song brought me back in time to 2001/2002. I was sent to a boarding school in a god-forsaken place called Mantin, where I did my A-levels for a good 18 months. That was where I met Yu Jen.

This was one of my favourite songs back then. I tuned in to MIX FM without fail every morning. Yu Jen knew this was my favourite song.

One morning around 7, she heard this song on the radio. She got all excited when she heard it. She walked (probably she ran) to my room and opened the door. I was changing then. Luckily I was near the door and I managed to stop her from seeing me naked.

'I'm changing la Yu Jen!'

'Eileen!! On the radio! Your favourite song on the radio!!'

'Yalah.. I know lah. I'm listening to it'

I opened the door after I dressed up and went for breakfast with her.

The good ol' days in boarding school... I really miss the life there. It was where friendship was bonded.

Posted by MooPig at 00:18 | Permalink | Comments

I'm stubborn. Very stubborn indeed. It's the only thing about me which gets on my parents's nerves.

It's spring but it has been very cold lately. It was so cold that it snowed today. Snowed quite heavily in the morning and in the afternoon but didn't settle on the ground because it coupled with the rain. I felt the cold but I refused to put on another layer of clothing because 'it was spring'. I was in my PJ and a thin wool sweather. I didn't want to do anything about it. I went to the kitchen in short sleeves and ended up shivering because of the cold. Serve me right, don't you think? The only thing I did to make myself warmer was a hot shower in the morning. The heater is just next to me but me, being the stubborn mule, just refused to turn it on. Reason being- it's spring already, I don't need heater on. Of course the other reason is the electricity bill-lah.

I refuse to see the doctor or be on medication whenever I was down with flu or fever. The reason? I'll recover sooner or later. I succumbed to medication when Mommy nagged me until I got fed up of her nagging, or when I felt like I was dying. I am very prone to mouth ulcers but I refused to apply anything on them because they will heal sooner or later. :P

I learn things the hard way. That's my supposedly preferred method. =P

I'm stubborn. That's me.

Posted by MooPig at 20:14 | Permalink | Comments

I was having dinner at 7-ish. Suddenly I heard 'biang biang biang...' It was 7.28pm. I looked at the clock on my laptop. I literally froze for a few seconds when I realised it was hailing. I stopped eating and my eyes glued to the sight outside the window. I froze not because I haven't seen hail, but it's April for goodness sake, and it was sunny few minutes ago! No wonder my Macau friend once told me 'Don't you know that the English weather is just like you women?' (英国的天气，女人的心理）I don't remember any hails in April for the past three years. It was warm and sunny during spring.

Throughout the 3 minutes, I was staring outside the window. It was like snowing. I saw hails falling onto the leaves, bounced and fell onto the ground. Pretty sight. I wish I could capture that very moment but for now, that sight shall remain in my memory.

I took a few pictures when the hail subsided.


3 minutes worth of hails


hails on the pathway


can you see the rainbow?


Weather forecast for the next few days

Just when I thought I could keep my duvets and get myself a fleece blanket, the temperature started to drop. It's as cold as early winter nights in the attic. I better get my hot water bottle ready before I go to bed tonight and for the next few nights. Assuming the forecasts are accurate, looks like it's a cold week ahead. I better get my winter jackets ready. But then again.. the forecasts are always inaccurate. :P

I want the sun to come out again! I want to experience the warmth again! I also want to go out in short sleeves and slippers, not thick jackets and shoes! Am I too greedy? ;)

Posted by MooPig at 23:47 | Permalink | Comments

The house phone rang at 1.19am. I was listening to MIX Breafast show. Who on earth will call at this ungodly time, I wondered. I ran down stairs and picked up the phone, hoping it wasn't an emergency call.

Hello

A recorded voice message on the other end of the phone.

Shit! Telemarketer again? at this time? I thought

It wasn't. It was from BT. Apparently, someone sent a text message to the landline. The mobile phone number was 077XXX22279. Can't remember the other 3 digits. As fas as I can remember, I don't have any friend with that number.

Press 1 to listen to voice message, the voice message continued.

I pressed 1.

Your financial statement deadline..... The voice message sounded eerie, just like the scene where the ghost appears in horror movies. I hate watching horror movies and I will only watch them if I have someone to accompany me the whole night.

I slammed the phone and ran upstairs with my heart beating extremely fast. I could hear my heart beating 'dup, dup, dup, dup...'

It was eerie and annoying at the same time. Can't that idiot who texted the landline text the mobile phone? Everyone at home has a mobile phone. Brinless fellow.

Posted by MooPig at 01:20 | Permalink | Comments

I called Daddy a couple of days ago. He was on the way to the orchard. I assumed he was some where near the orchard because I heard a pakcik talking to Daddy, asking him about my uncles and their businesses. Suddenly, I heard a cock crow! I got all excited and told Daddy. 'Oh my God! I haven't heard the cock crow for SO LONG!' and Daddy laughed at me.

Called Mommy and told her I got excited when I heard the cock crow and she laughed at me.

Everybody's laughing at me. Never mind.

But I was really excited to hear the cock crow!!

As much as I hate to go to the orchard, I must try to make a trip there when I go back this summer. Not to hear the cock crow... but to see how the orchard is like now. The orchard has the best guavas, limes, duku, dukung, durian, coconuts and yada yada. Maybe rambutans too?

Posted by MooPig at 13:34 | Permalink | Comments

I wish I were back home in Malaysia but unfortunately, I can only settle for the second best- my second home in Wales. It's weird. I'm in Wales like 3/4 time of the year but I don't feel 'home'. Home is always, and will always be Kota Bharu. Home is Malaysia.

London was good. It was good to experience the hustle and bustle of the city again. Life is too quiet in Bangor. A change actually did me good. I felt like a country mouse stepping into the city when I came out from Euston train station. Everyone was walking so fast. Some even ran down the escalator. It's something I don't get to see everyday here. Man, I feel like a jakun!

Didn't manage to go to Hyde Park. Weather was horrible (Not surprising at all). It rained on Wednesday. Thursday was gloomy but Friday was sunny. Too bad we had to leave on Friday.

Failed to watch Mamma Mia. Tickets were notoriously expensive! We settled for Lion King instead. It was good! We were very, very impressed. The songs were fantastic. 'Can you feel the love tonight' was better than Elton John's. So jiwang, so romantic. Baby Simba was awesome! I am so in love with him. Go watch Lion King! Highly recommended.

I am really bad in reading maps. I couldn't find Lyceum theatre because it was quite a distance from Convent Garden tube station so I asked one of the trishaw(?) peddlers. He told me 'take a right' with his thumb pointing behind. I thought he said 'ride' so I said 'No! I don't want a ride. I want to walk there'. 'Take a right! take a right.' 'No! I don't want. I want to walk' Finally he said 'Take a right, not left'. I couldn't help but laughed at my stupidity. I thanked him and rushed to the theatre. I am goofy.

Went to Malaysian hall for lunch. Good, and cheap too! :)

Did very very minimal shopping this time. I've been good. ;) Since we bought a day pass and didn't have any plans, we went to Westminster. Nothing spectacular. Took a few pictures and left. I don't like crowds. Westminster, as usual, was packed with people.

Had dim sum before leaving. =) Can anyone tell me where to get the best dim sum in China Town please? I heard Royal China is the best but it's not in China Town.

Pictures!

Posted by MooPig at 16:09 | Permalink | Comments

I blogged about my dream a couple of weeks ago. I was very sceptical about it coming true.

But today... my dream came true!! I am so happy, thrilled, excited, thankful. Words can't describe how happy I am. The first thing I did when I saw 'CONDITIONAL' was to thank God.

I called my parents but they weren't at home. My sis was the first person to know, then my Mom and my Dad. They're very happy about it.

And oh, my dream.. I dreamt I got a conditional offer from Imperial College. Few days later, I dreamt LSE gave me a conditional offer (didn't blog about it) Today, I got a conditional offer from LSE. A dream came true! A dream came true! My dream REALLY came true =)

I'm gonna make my wish come true. I'm gonna meet the 2:1 Conditional Offer. I will make it, I will make it, I will make it, I will make it.

It's a good day, isn't it? =)

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