MooPig & The Babe

One more day is all I have before I get shooed from my current house. I'll be moving to my friend's place tomorrow for a month before I go back home on 4th August.

I started packing a few days ago but the progress was slow. I packed for 20 minutes (or less) and went online for more than an hour. I turned back, looked at my stuffs, and thought, it's ok, I still have a few more days to pack. When I got bored of the internet and movies, I started packing again. Unfortunately, I planted my big fat arse on the chair again after another 20 minutes or so. Sigh, I have an attention span of a 3 year old kid when it comes to packing.

I can't believe, within 2 years, I have collected so many stuffs. Currently, I have packed:
1 suitcase full of winter and autumn jackets
1 suitcase full of clothes (I still have about quarter a wardrobe to pack)
4 boxes which contain my story books, printer, documents etc etc.

I sealed the boxes and labelled them so I know which box to unpack when I move into the new place tomorrow.

I have yet to pack my toiletries, kitchen utensils, my shoes, bags, duvets, speaker and other misc stuffs.

But I'm running out of boxes and I'm lazy to walk to High Street to ask for more boxes.

Why oh why didn't I think before I buy? padan muka

I'm lazy to pack-lah. I'm even more lazy to unpack.

Packing=Nightmare.
Moving house= Nightmare.

But the thought of seeing Mommy in a week's time takes the nightmares away. :)

Posted by MooPig at 16:02 | Permalink | Comments

It's ending so soon. Just a few more days and I am out of the house. I've been in this house for almost 2 years.

I started packing yesterday. I started off with the autumn and winter clothes and I realised I have so many of them. They can barely fit into my suitcase! I put my books into the boxes. Everything will go into the boxes, including my memories. For the past two years, I've collected a lot of junk. Seriously a lot. I will pack those which I don't need and donate them to charity. Of course, I will make sure they are in good condition before donating them to charity. I definitely won't behave like the person who donated torn bra to the tsunami victims.

I'll miss every corner of the house, especially my room. I'll miss my housemates. I'll miss staying in this house I call my second home. I know I'll miss the broken dining table. I'll miss the washing machine which leaked and decided not to leak yesterday. I'll miss baking in the kitchen. I'll miss having BBQ at the (dirty) backyard. I'll miss the cold in my attic. I'll miss having 2 study tables and 1 computer table. I will miss grumbling about how noisy Time (student club) is on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights. I will miss peeping at the drunkards from my attic window. I'll miss looking at the beautiful night scenary of Bangor from the attic. Most of all, I'll miss gossiping and sleeping with my dearest housemate during the bitter cold winter nights.

Oh well, life has to go on. I love my house, my room, my housemates. But it's time for me to experience a different lifestyle. It's time to experience the city life. I have been a kampung girl all my life.

Perhaps I'll visit you one day in the not so distant future. Au Revoir.

Posted by MooPig at 10:24 | Permalink | Comments

It's all quiet now. It's back to me, myself and I.

I was having a quiet time alone and It crossed my mind that how unthankful I am at times.

Sometimes, I whine that I don't have this, I don't have that. I wish I had more $$ to spend, I wish I had a mountain of cash at home so I can splash on whatever I want. Sometimes, I wish I did not have to think twice before buying anything. I wish I had all the gadgets I wanted. I wish I had a PDA, I wish I had more clothes, I wish...

But these are all materials.

Sometimes, I look at the dark side and forgotten about the bright side.

These are the times when I have forgotten that I am lucky in many ways. How can I be so unthankful when I already have more than I need?

How can I be so snobbish to feel thankful only when I watch on tele, hear on radio, read about those who are less fortunate than me?

Is this how an adult suppose to behave?

I guess....... no matter how sensible I am, sometimes, I am still materialistic, I am still immature.

I must thank God for everything I have. Everyday.

Posted by MooPig at 00:13 | Permalink | Comments

Yesterday's weather was crazy. It was nothing but hot hot hot!

I was driving to Llandudno to catch the musical- Beauty and the Beast. I was sweating by the time I arrived the theatre. It was so hot that I had a headache!

We paid £17 for the show and the seats were good. We were at the third row and had a good view of the stage. Since we went to watch the matinee, there were loads and loads of school children. There were at least 5 school buses which ferried the children. The children probably occupied half of the theatre. There were lots of senior citizens too (which surprised me!).

The musical took my breath away. To say the musical is good is an understatement. I love Belle's singing. I had expected the Beast's voice to be more fierce actually but it was good nonetheless. I enjoyed the dancing, especially when they were preparing dinner for Belle. My friend and I jumped out from our seats when Belle went to the West Wing and the Beast came out and roared at her. I'm sure many of the kids were shocked as well. Beauty and the Beast is just fantastic. Even my friend, who hasn't watched a musical and the cartoon before, enjoyed it immensely.

I would have enjoyed the musical even more if it wasn't for the 2 little kids who were sitting behind me and the young boy who sat few rows behind. The 2 kid were busy asking their granny- What are they doing? Where is she now? Where is the Beast? etc etc. The young boy was making lots of noise right from the start of the musical. I could not figure out if he was crying or he was laughing. I could vaguely hear his mother raising her voice at him. During the break time, I saw him and I felt bad for getting angry. He's not a normal kid. He was probably too excited about the musical.

Beauty and the Beast... a Must Watch! If you have a chance, don't miss it!

Posted by MooPig at 08:42 | Permalink | Comments

I'm not a big fan of Liverpool. I was there as a tourist last year and did not enjoy it. Liverpool gave me the impression of boring, old and dirty. I had a hard time understanding the Scouse accent.

But two days ago, I went to Liverpool again. Quite reluctantly, I must say. If it was not because of me wanting to meet my ex-classmate whom I haven't met for 5 years, I would not have gone to Liverpool. This time, I went with 2 friends. Initially, our plan was to go separate ways when we arrived and meet up for dinner before leaving Liverpool. I planned to spend time with my ex-class mate and not roam around in town.

The journey took about 1 hour 40 minutes. We got lost in the city but some how, we managed to find my friend's accommodation. Lady Luck was on our side. ;)

I called my friend and we left his place to search for a parking space since there wasn't any parking space at the university's accommodation. In the end, the 5 of us went together. We went to the museum, went to the Sunday Market and went to Liverpool FC at Anfield. While I heard my friends complaining that other parts of UK were scorching hot, it rained like cats and dogs in Liverpool in the afternoon. *curse curse curse* We arrived at Anfield about 4pm and only manage to take pictures of the outside. They closed earlier because of some Father's Day events going on. No luck. We did not even get to go in the shop!

The Sunday Market is huge. I saw Dior slippers selling at £10, Dior T-shirts, LV sunnies, Hugo Boss T-shirts, House of Wax DVDs. Interesting, I thought. All this while I thought I can only get these duplicated merchandise in Thailand, Malaysia, China but not UK.

By the time we left Anfield to search for Everton FC (which we did not see in the end because we got lost), it was approaching 5 so we headed to my friend's place. I found out that another friend of ours was also in Liverpool so we called him and met up with him.

It was good meeting up with old friends. We never talked much when we were classmates/schoolmates then but this time, we talked, joked and surprisingly, we did not run out of topic. I thought we would run out of topics as we hadn't met each other for 5 years but I was so wrong. I'm glad that I took a trip to Liverpool this time. I'm looking forward to seeing them again! Hopefully, this weekend. :)

Posted by MooPig at 15:39 | Permalink | Comments

Mommy broke a shocking piece of news when I called her few minutes ago. Michael, Daddy's close friend's son, passed away due to heart attack.

Needless to say, I was shock and I couldn't believe this happened. After all, he's only 39. I thought he died because of road accident but I was wrong.

I feel sorry for Uncle James and family. My deepest condolence.

I'm not close to Mike but I remember him well. He was an easy going person. He was tall and good looking. The last time I met him was last August, during the Installation Night. I was at the reception when he arrived. He gave me his ticket and his wife's. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled and said, 'You're UB's daughter right?' I nodded my head. That night, I didn't talk much to him as I was busy but I remember well that he had fun with his friends. The 10 people sitting at that table were the biggest winners because they won most of the lucky draw and lingo draw prizes.

Mike, may your soul rest in peace....

Posted by MooPig at 10:11 | Permalink | Comments

I have lost my respect for this person simply because he doesn't deserve to be respected.

Before and during the exams, I spent most of my time in the media centre revising for my finals. Normally, I went in the afternoon and stayed there until late night. I came to know this guy, M, who happens to be my friend's corridor mate. He's from Cameroon and is doing his MBA. From my observation, he talks a lot, kiasu, claims to know the chinese culture better than chinese, claims that he knows Turkey better than the Turkish lecturer and he loves his pints and JD. He's nice to talk to at times. And oh, did I mention he's an MCP? A typical MCP.

When I saw him, I called him alcoholic, just for fun. We joked about it. Sometimes, my friend asked him 'where's your pint?'/ 'Jack Daniels Double?', he was cool about it. But one night, before he left the media centre, my friend said 'Bye' to him while I said 'Bye M, have fun drinking!' and I continued with my work. Suddenly, he walked towards me and said 'Don't fuck with me...' I looked up, stunned, cold sweat, brain jammed for a few seconds. My friend was shock but she asked him 'Why did you swear at Eileen?' I was still dumb folded. My friend said 'Drinking can mean drink water, not necessarily alcohol'.

M said 'But that's not what she means right?'

I answered loudly, NO

He said 'See.. you see...' and walked off.

Until today, I still can't decipher why he sweared at me. From then on, I didn't even look at him and I didn't even greet him at the centre or whenever I saw him. I just did not have to. Why should I still fake a smile and be nice to him when he, a 31 year old dirty old man swears at me?

Once, he had a lady in his room and my friend heard him talking to someone in English. When she met him, she asked, 'M, did you have a guest last night?' He said yes and he panicked. Around 3, he went out to watch football with another friend of mine. My friend came back with gossip. M got drunk at the pub and told him 'I fucked that girl'. He 'advised' my friend- You should be like me, get a girl, fuck and leave her. He also told him what they did the whole night. Ewwwwww!! Gross sh!t!

Wah lau! When I heard that, I totally lost my respect for him. To make matter worse, he has a wife and 2 kids in Cameroon and he's doing all this behind his wife's back, obviously. Poor wifey.

I just cannot respect a bastard man like this.

And I think my friend is absolutely right. She calls him- Bastard.

Posted by MooPig at 02:34 | Permalink | Comments

My mobile phone rang at 8 am when I was still in dream land. I was too lazy to reach for the phone so I decided to give me a miss but there was a voice mail. I picked it up and it was Mom, as expected. Don't ask me how I know but my gut feeling just told me Mom called.

Mom's coming in the first week of July. :) I can't wait. Then I asked about Daddy.

Mom said Dad has been very very busy these few days and she hasn't been talking to him for weeks; not because they quarreled but because Dad has been coming back at midnight due to work commitments. Daddy is particularly busy in the months of June and July.

I asked if Daddy's coming for the graduation. Mom said even Dad himself is unsure. She said that Dad will feel guilty if he can't attend my graduation. I felt so bad when Mom told me that. I told Mom to tell Daddy that if he can't make it, just forget about it. After all, it's just a graduation.

I can't believe Dad said that. I don't want him to feel guilty. If he were to come and neglected his work, I will feel even more guilty. I can't sound demanding. That's the best I can say without making Dad feeling guilty.

I've always wanted my parents to see me graduating. It has always been my dream since young. My uncle and aunt attended my cousins' graduation and they showed us the pictures. Cousin brother standing in between uncle and aunt in front of the university building. I've always wanted to take a picture like this.

But the graduation is in July. I really, really want my Dad to come. But, it will be really selfish of me if I insisted Dad to come. Work is more important. What if he missed the deadline because of my graduation? I don't want his clients to make a big fuss over it.

Now, don't tell me this: I'm sure your dad can take few days off. It's just few days. After all, family is more important.

It doesn't apply in this case. I've seen how busy my Dad is in the months of June and July. July is the worst month for him. He's not a workaholic but in July, he has to sacrifise everything, including after-dinner family time with the family. He looks extremely stressed in July. I can see it in his face. I can feel when he's stressed.

I guess my dream may not come true this time, but there's always next time (I hope). Hopefully the next graduation will not be in July.

Posted by MooPig at 08:18 | Permalink | Comments

很久没写中文了。今天想用中文blog……

今天开车去曼城了。啊~~超级讨厌那里的交通。好复杂哦！糊里糊涂地开到中国城。呵呵……还满不错的嘛！不过，我真的不想再开车到大城市。我习惯了在 小镇里开车…… 至少我不用担心走错路，不用害怕那些鲁莽驾驶的司机。每次进到城里，脚软！突然慌了， 不知所措。可是，开高速时，我一点也不担心。开了大概5小时，脚酸！好想脚底按摩。我与曼城的太阳无缘。每次去曼城市，特别冷。还好今天送同学上班时， 她还我我的大衣， 我忘了带下车， 刚好可以用！嘻嘻 ~~

明天开车去Cheshire Oaks。 好久没逛街了…… 明天肯定要好好逛逛！ 妹妹写了一封e-mail, 好长的shopping list! 希望明天的天气会像昨天一样晴朗！

蕊后天就回北京了。小娟今天走了。朋友一个一个的走了。我还得留在这里。纳闷！纳闷不是因为我得留下来，而是因为蕊走后，没人陪我了。后天开始，孤单是我的好朋友。我想，除了上网，还是上网。

在这里住了3年，再过几个星期，就要离开了，有点舍不得。那天，Jack来探望我， 我带他四处走走。走到pier时，好想哭…… 那里有好多好多的回忆…… 何时，我会再回来呢？

好无聊……

中文好破！

Posted by MooPig at 21:17 | Permalink | Comments

I don't want to face reality. It bites. Too hard.

I can't take it so I choose to hide.

I refuse to think about it.

Every time I think about it, I tell myself- forget about it, think about other things.

I do unusual things to escape. I make myself busy, I talk about happy things. I laugh, I make a fool out of myself, I become extremely cheeky. All these, are actually cover ups.

I don't cry in public. I don't cry in front of strangers. If I do, it's in the cinema. It's hard to hold my tears. That is why I cry easily when I watch movies alone. I cry and I cry and I cry. I cry my sorrows away.

I hate the airport. Reality is just 3 days away and I don't want it to come. I want to escape. I want to hide. I want to be an ostrich.

Let me run, let me hide.

Posted by MooPig at 22:57 | Permalink | Comments

I've been trying to blog for the past few days but I failed.

I came up with nothing.

I will be back when I'm able to write again.

Hopefully, I'll be back soon. Very soon.

At the mean time, take care.

Posted by MooPig at 22:44 | Permalink | Comments