MooPig & The Babe

I thought I'll be able to idle after exams. Looks like I'm wrong. I've been so busy since exams ended.

I left for London the very next day after exams started. Had Dim Sum at Royal China... Oh my, that's the BEST dim sum I've ever eaten in my whole life! Watched Saturday Night Fever on 24th May. I thought the acting was pretty lousy and the story line was lame and cheesy but the dances were fantastic. I enjoyed the Saturday Night Fever dance immensely! I'm hooked on to Bee Gee's songs now. :)

4 days in Paris. I was busy everyday. Slept way past midnight and woke up at 7-ish every morning without fail with panda eyes. Make up can make magic, I tell you. The concealer did the magic for me. :P

I told myself I would laze in bed the whole morning after I came back from Paris but I got a text at 11-ish last night. It was an invitation to a BBQ and car boot sale. Woke up at 8.15am this morning. This time, the sun glasses did the magic. No more make up. :P We had BBQ at this beach at Pwllheli (Not sure about the spelling). It's a pebble beach and we were sun bathing in jackets. Had loads and loads of fun. I love lying down on the beach... felt like I've got a free massage! Went to another BBQ at a friend's place in the evening.


I'm going to Warrington tomorrow morning. Another day of waking up early in the morning.

A friend called up and asked if I can send her to work on Wed and Thurs. She starts work at 8am and we have to leave ay 7.30am latest. I have to be up by 7.15am latest. No more lazing in bed.

I'm sending Claire off on 2nd June.

What's up next?

Oh no! I have yet to go to the Job Centre to find a job!!!

I have yet to survey for a new laptop

I have yet to pack my stuffs (I'm moving out in July)

I have yet to clean up my room

I have yet to organise a gathering with my classmates

and the list goes on....

I feel like I'm even busier now. When will I get the luxury of lazing in bed until noon, watch movies the whole day, read story books in bed, lepak online, bake a cake, go to a friend's place for dinner and chit-chat? I'm not greedy. I just want to do it for a couple of days... Just a couple will do me good.

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Bonjour people!

Finally, I'm back to my second home. It's cold over here.

Paris was alright. I had expected it to be better. Didn't really enjoy myself. I think it's over rated. Everything is expensive. Queues every where, including the toilets. Weather was hot, hot, hot! No proper food throughout the trip. Shopping wasn't as good as Barcelona.

I paid 1.20 Euro for a bottle of 500ml water near Notre Dame. I did not know how much it was until I went to the till and the man punched 1.20. Ouch! And it's not even Evian! I know buying stuffs near tourists area is a rip off but I can't complain much since I was so dehydrated when I got there and I did not manage to buy a bottle of water the previous night.

The three dirty old men in Paris ruined my trip. HMPH!

I went there with a stiff neck, came back with a grand total of 9 mouth ulcers. Yes, NINE! It was painful when I opened my mouth to talk, it hurt so badly everytime I ate. The only thing I enjoyed eating was ice cream... but it melted so fast. :(

And I lost some weight. :P

How to eat with 9 mouth ulcers?

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I will be missing in action for a few days. Maybe a week.

I need to destress.

I need to see the world outside.

I am going on a holi-holiday (again!)

First stop- London

Second stop- Paris (woohoo! 3rd time!)

Third stop- Warrington (My first road trip!!)

The first time I was in Paris was 15 years ago. I remember nothing at all. Can't even remember how the famous Eiffle Tower looks like. The second time, I was in Paris Disney. This trip is my third trip there. I will make it memorable.

I have yet to read up. I have yet to pack.

I'm off now. See you guys on Sunday(if I have the energy to blog!)

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First of all, many thanks to everyone who reads my blog and leaves comments. Thank you! Thank you! How can I forget to thank blogger? Without blogger, no eveningprimroseoil.blogspot.com!

*speechless already. Besides, thank you, I'm lost for words*

Down the memory lane....
I started blogging in December 2001. Some time in 2003, I decided that I've got enough of writing mundane stuffs so I closed down my blog. A few months later (I think), somebody registered that site and started blogging about her personal life. I think one of my 'friends' came across that blog and thought it was mine. He/She sent out emails to my other friends saying it was me and he/she attached a picture of me and my then boyfriend (I think). Apparently, the e-mail was sent to many many people. A friend of mine even asked me mom 'Aunty ah, Eileen got boyfriend already, is it?' My Mom was surprised that he knew about it because he's a few years older than me and we were hardly in touch and I definitely did not tell him about my relationship. When my Mom asked how did he know about it, he told her he read it via e-mail. True friends knew that email was not about me and ignored it. But still.. it's not nice, y'know. I was sceptical about blogging. I stopped blogging for some time.

Last year this time, a good friend persuaded me to blog again.. and that's how I started blogging again. Hopefully, blogging won't land me into any trouble again!

Now, why Evening Primrose Oil? Nothing special. I couldn't think of any other names when I was registering. While pondering, I set my eyes on the bottle of EPO in front of me and I thought, why don't I try this? So I registered and started blogging again!

This is another mile stone for me. Throughout this year, I've gained lots of experience, made many online friends, exchanged ideas and exchanged emails with a few bloggers. I saw my readership grow, the number of comments increased. It's an achievement for me. :)

Once again, thank you all!

Special thanks to: (In no particular order)
Angelic Grace --> for encouraging me to blog and you're my first visitor!
Aunty Lilian
Belacan
Jay
Yuen Li
MrKiasu
Andreas
Anthony Wong --> The first person to comment on my Haloscan!
YK
Vi Jan
Chen Yong
Cherry --> my dearest housemate
Thank you for the frequent visits and comments! :)

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This is my second post on telemarketers. The first pose is here.

Seriously, I don't understand why telemarketers love calling my house? And they're always looking for the same person- ME! ""£$%^&*(

I'm fed up! Seriously, I've got enough of it. I've got what I want and I am NOT interested in any of the products offered.

Some of them called up saying 'Ma'am, your number has been selected by our company and we're offering you a brand new mobile phone.. yada yada yada' Yea right. New mobile my a$$. In the end, they want my money and give me a lousy mobile phone.

I've got endless encounters from telemarketers. Even when Yu Jen hears me complaining, she says 'Again ah? Aiyoo.. why they always call you one?' My housemates stopped picking up the phone because they know most of the phone calls are mine. Sheesh! Annoying betul!

I have the option of hanging up on them immediately. I know they are telemarketers because of their distinctive Indian accent. Most call centres are in India now. But.. I can't bring myself to do so. Afterall, telemarketers are human too. Imagine if somebody hangs up on you, I'm sure you and I must be wondering- WTF!?!?

I've come to the conclusion of speaking as fast as I can and not give them an opportunity to speak, thank them for calling, and hang up the phone. That's what I usually do.

'May I speak to Miss E Chua please'

'Speaking'

'Ma'am, I'm calling on behalf of bla bla bla...'

'I've got so many calls from your company saying I'm not interested in your product. Thank you for calling, bye' *click*

Yesterday, one telemarketer got on my nerves. After saying what I normally say, she went on and on about how good the darn phone plan is. I got pissed and raised my voice at her. 'Miss, I've told you twice I'm not interested in your product! I have a mobile phone and I don't need an extra one. Thank you for calling!' I think she got a shock. She said 'OK.. Ok.. ' and hung up the phone.

I'm bad... but why must they call me? Can't they stop calling me??? They are driving me up the walls. It doesn't help that it's exam period now and I get extremely cranky due to stress.

Which is worse- hanging up on them immediately or telling that I'm not interested in their products?

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Few weeks ago, a girl came to me for answers for the Econometrics course work. I was being kind (or foolish) to give her all the answers, except for the theory part. I scored pretty well in that course work, and I believe she scored well too. Good for her, since she told me she only got 40% for the first course work.

Yesterday morning, I got a text message from the same girl. She asked if she could go through the papers with me. I didn't reply. In the evening, she called but I deliberately missed her call.

Now, I'm feeling guilty for doing so. I know I shouldn't... but I still feel so. (someone please shoot me for contradicting myself)

I hope she doesn't curse me for not helping her. The paper is at 2pm today.

It's not that I am selfish, but I think it is impossible for a girl who didn't attend lectures to cramp all the theories and calculations into her brain within a night. I'm sorry, I can't help her. My friend told me that this girl did the same thing to her last year. A night before the papers, she went to my friend, asking her to 'summarise' the whole module. She didn't study before hand. She was doing the easy way. Parasite! I've been foolish once and I am not going to be labelled foolish for the second time.

Now that I've blogged about it.. I feel SOoooooooo much better. At least I'm not going into the exam room, feeling guilty. :P

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Is this a curse from my previous post or what?

Maybe I shouldn't have blogged about Reason number 3. :P

A few days before my first paper, whenever I blinked, I felt a pain in my right eye. When I looked at the mirror, my eyelid was pink-ish and it swelled. I knew I was going to have 'bak-cheam' or 'ngan tiu zham' (Don't know what it's called in English. Someone enlighten me, please) When I confirmed with a few friends, they agreed with me. They said it's due to the 'heatiness' of my body. So, I boiled pots and pots of chysanthemum tea, which is supposed to have a cooling effect, and drank all of them. Two days later, miracle happened! It disappeared!

Just as I was grateful that the 'bak-cheam' went away, I got my period DURING my first paper. It was totally unexpected. My back was aching and I was feeling uncomfortable in the second hour. Luckily I had a panty liner and I was wearing dark coloured jeans or else I would have embarrassed myself in the exam hall. Messy stuff.

This morning, when I woke up, I felt a pain in my right eye, again. It hurs whenever I blinked hard. It seems that the 'bak-cheam' is back again.

Sigh...

Next paper is tomorrow. :
Edited:
Found out what 'bak cheam' is. It's called Stye in English. Read more about it here

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How will you feel if you were to get the above shown text message?

I got a couple of text messages from the same person for the past two days. The messages contain the same thing: 'Wat u doing there (now)?'

Some months ago, I got loads and loads of messages from this same person. Almost 80% of the text messages contain the same old words- Wat u doing there?

The 1 million dollar question is: Is it necessary to know what the receiver is doing at that moment?

Does the sender expect the message to be
1. I'm in the shower now.
2. I'm having dinner.
3. I'm masturbating

It costs a little more than 10cents to send a text message across the sea but I am not sure if the sender expects me to spend 24p (or is it 36pence) on an international text message to say that 'I am .....'

If I replied the text message, I'll spend an unnecessary 24p. If I don't, it seems rude. Call me kiamsiap/selfish/penny wise pound foolish/kedekut. I don't give a damn. If it's an emergency or a greeting, I don't mind spending that amount of money but to answer the 'Wat u doing there?question'.. Hmm... is it worth it?

Now, money is not the main issue. The main issue is my privacy. Yes, I am annoyed with the text messages. I feel as if I am obliged to report to the sender whatever I am doing. I feel my privacy is invaded. I do not feel comfortable.

If it's a phone call, asking that question with a twist, i.e. Are you busy now? I wouldn't mind saying Oh.. I'm doing this and that.. or I'm free now. *gossip gossip gossip* But a text message?

Perhaps asking 'Are you busy now' sounds friendlier than 'Wat u doing there?'

I replied the message. If it ever happens again, I am SO not going to send it off. Enough is enough.

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I was listening to the MIX breakfast show. Shaz mentioned that her hubby asked what she really wants for Mother's day. She said she wants to have an uninterrupted sleep, don't need to sterilise bottles, yada yada and a chocolate cake. Gooey, rich, chocolate cake.

I went to Tesco for groceries shopping this afternoon. After grabbing what I wanted, I told myself that I must get some comfort food. With exams coming soon and the-monthly-thingie around the corner, comfort food is essential. Those are the excuses I gave myself for indulging in sinful food. F*ck diet. So off I went. First option: Blue M&Ms (the crunchy ones) but unfortunately, I could only find the Yellow and Brown M&Ms. (Yes, I don't call them M&Ms with peanuts, plain chocolate M&Ms. I call them Blue, Yellow and Brown M&Ms :P) I took the Yellow M&Ms and a bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk with Shortcake Biscuit. I felt guilty but argh... damage has been done.

A couple of nights ago, I attended a dinner at a chinese restaurant with my fellow peer guides. Before the dinner started, Jo, Kat, Petros and I were chatting. Somehow, we were talking about chocolates. Jo said, 'I'm a chocoholic. I am addicted to chocolate'. Kat said the same thing. Petros said he's also addicted to chocolate but is trying to cut down on it. When the waiter asked our choices of desserts, more than 50% of us went for chocolate gateau.

Last weekend, we went for a BBQ at Llanberis (Pronounced as Klanberis). I baked 2 cakes- an orange cake and a chocolate brownie. When I showed the brownie to Daniel and a few kids, all of them said the same thing: Wow! Chocolate cake! When the ladies saw it, they went: Chocolates!!! The kids refused to have the orange cake. All of them went for the brownies.

Don't know what to get when you visit a friend? Grab a box of chocolates.

Don't know what to get for your loved ones on VD? A box of chocolates will do.

Don't know what to get Mommy on Mother's Day? A box of chocolates!

Don't know what to get for your friend on his/her birthday? Chocolates!

Chocolates.. anytime, anywhere.. Perfect!

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Sometimes when I'm alone

He haunts me in my memory

He creeps back into my memory

And I think about the times we spent together

The time we fought, we quarreled, we gave each other silent treatment.

It aches me everytime this happens.

I want him gone in my memory- forever.

How nice if my brain is programmed like a computer. A 'Delete' button solves everything.

How nice if I can forget him like how I forget to include some points in the exam hall.

I hate this feeling. It hurts me. It makes me feel useless.

Why is it so difficult to forget a person?

Why does the feeling comes back every now and then?

Can't you leave me alone?

Go away you nasty thing!

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This morning and yesterday morning, I woke up, feeling scared.

I don't know what happened but I am certain I had bad dreams.

I can't really recall my dream but it was something along the line like I was nearly beaten up by a couple at a petrol station. Knowing they were going to hit me, I screamed. A stranger saw me and she told me to hide with her in a cabinet, like she used to. She poured some oil on the floor. She told me the last time she did this, the couple slipped and fall, hence she was safe. Unfortunately, old trick did not work twice. The man opened the door and found us. He ordered the girlfriend to break the wooden chair and beat us up. The girlfriend took the chair and hit it against the wall, just like in any Kung-fu movies. The chair fell into pieces. She took one of the broken pieces and was about to hit me. I saw her coming but I did not run. Instead, I moved to the other side of the cabinet and I was holding my legs tightly while closing my eyes as tight as I could.

Suddenly.. my alarm clock rang, and I woke up [a-la.. potong steam lah], with my heart beating fast, my whole body was aching. It was as if I have completed a 20km marathon.



Was I struggling in the dream? I have no idea.

Was I screaming in the dream? I don't know.

Movies have interval, so did my dream...

In between, I dreamt I got a present from somebody. There was a letter in the parcel. Can't really remember the content but surprisingly, I remembered this sentence- you're good to me but we're bad as a couple. Huh?!

Weird...

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Can't believe it's already May.

8 more days to my first paper. 5 papers over a span of 12 days.

*bites fingernails*

There's London and Paris to look forward to after exams!

Hope to secure a part time job or two in June.

Graduation in July. Maybe a trip to Italy before Graduation?

Balik kampung in August (hopefully)

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