MooPig & The Babe

My mom doesn't believe this: for every white hair you pluck, 3 will grow. Whenever I'm home, I'll pluck her white hair, whether I like it or not. I call it bonding time. I enjoy it. While I pluck, mommy starts telling me stories, gossips, theories of life etc.

Just now, mommy was online. She was grumbling that she's always plucking her husband's (i.e. my daddy lar) hair but no one's plucking hers. Whenever they go out, people say that Daddy dyed his hair because his hair is always black and shiny. But they don't know that Mommy always plucks his white hair. Sometimes they even bet! teeheee.

then the conversation went like this:

Me: Mom, you better make full use of your son. He's leaving home in 2 years' time and no one will pluck your white hair for you already. I'll marry an ang moh and wont' be home so often.

Mom: fine. don't ask me to take care of the cucu.

Me: Fine. Don't beg me to show you my children.

:D

Of course, I was just kidding. I won't marry and ang moh in 2 years time and I'm not hard up to marry an ang moh. First choice, malaysians. But you never know who you'll end up with ;)

Posted by MooPig at 15:16 | Permalink | Comments

Untitled. Too many things going on in my mind.

1. Note to self: when baking apple cake with cream cheese frosting, cut down on the sugar. Find a way to solve the 'crispy' top. The top part of the cake is so crunchy and hard but the 'lower' part is very, very moisy. Perhaps substitube oil with melted butter(?) Make sure the apples are chopped into bigger chunks, not tiny miny pieces. Can hardly taste the apples also.

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Those who know me well enough can tell you how much i LOVE shoes.. I just melt when it comes to them: sandals, flip-flops, stilettoes, pumps, trainers, boots.. any kind just as long as they are pretty and they are SHOES. No shopping trip of mine is complete without stopping by at a shoe shop. Hehe =)

I'm actually quite fussy when it comes to shoe shopping; that is because I do not simply buy any pair that catches my eye. It has to be a really good and comfortable pair before I decide to get it. And of course, it needs to look nice on my feet too! I've regretted buying shoes in the past as they were indeed very pretty but they were just not fit for wearing. I practically could not walk in some of them! It was just a waste of my money buying these pretty-not-fit-for-wearing-shoes only to put them on my shoe rack for display. So I've learnt my lesson now when buying shoes.

The picture above is a pair that I'm still so so in love with.. It's a Stella McCartney and I saw it while shopping on my recent holiday in Florence. I tried it on and it couldn't be more perfect! But then I thought to myself, 'Will I ever have the opportunity to wear it?' Sadly, I don't think I ever will.. I finally decided against purchasing it although it was such an elegant, gorgeous and sexy pair..

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Oh lookie! Babe has a post today!

It feels good to be in a new home. At least, there's no nosy ex reading the blog and tell you 'I read your blog to keep me updated because I still can't move on' etc. Fingers crossed he won't find this blog. I guess I'm happier in this new home because I'm blogging semi-anonymously and not many of my friends (in real life) know about this blog. I'd rather strangers read my blog... I guess I'm afraid to be judged.

I'm not trying to be mean. I don't mean to be cocky. I just want to cut him out of my life, for the time being. I'm just not good with being friends with the exes. It took my a few years to be friends with my first ex. As for the ex, I'm still not ready to be friends. At least, not when he still tells me he still has feelings for me. We do chat on MSN but it's very casual. Hi-and-bye, how-are-you-today kinda topic. I avoid telling him how's my life.

So yeah.. it feels good to blog here because I can blog about anything under the sun. I can bitch, I can rant, I can confess, I can show off, I can do whatever I want. =)

I did something crazy tonight. At 12.20am, after Gucci Goldphish and Chocolopolo left my place, I started baking apple cake. It's exactly 2 hours since I started and the cake is still in the oven. After I put the cake in the oven, I made soup for tomorrow's lunch. My classmates and I are having a little steamboat feast at my tiny-miny studio apartment tomorrow and I'm looking forward to it! Now, all I have to do is to go to Habitat and grab a chair tomorrow! (Yes, I only have 1 chair in my studio)

Hmm... the cake is still in the oven. About another 15 mins to go. Hopefully my first ever Apple Cake will turn out yummy! The Yoghurt Cake I baked few days ago wasn't a real success and I'm not pleased.

Oh, time to check on the cake! Londoners, fancy an apple cake over the weekend? ;)

Posted by MooPig at 02:14 | Permalink | Comments

i like songs with good meaningful lyrics. i have to say most of them that i like are quite slow, sad and depressing. piggy introduced and taught me how to appreciate this type of music when i went home for summer. i've been getting better at picking out good songs ever since i came back here. i guess my taste in music has matured quite a bit now that i'm growing older..

the song with the above title is one of my favourite songs that i listen to whenever i need a pick-me-up. it is a song about not giving up so easily; one should continue to keep afloat no matter how bad things seem to be cause there will be light at the end of the tunnel. things don't always look or seem to be as bad as we think they are.. there are many ups and downs that one has to experience in life.. i try to tell and remind myself that when i am feeling blue and sad. someone close once said to me, ''everything is just a phase.. the dark cloud will eventually go away..''

i'm not sure how long it will take but some part of me still believes that the dark cloud will go away and things will look brighter once again.. here's the lyrics to the song:


Don't hang your head low 'cause I can't see your face
in your reflection I see your beauty embrace
and when the light shines bright to show you your way
do not be weary don't turn your head away

so let the critics look upon you with a thousand eyes
and let their tongues do their judging and criticize
and you just sit here before us and reveal your life

go on, go on my child
go on, go on my child

your soul is aching and it's dying to be heard
this might be painful but consider the worth
and when you feel like there's nobody on your side
they will embrace you with a radiant smile

so let the critics look upon you with a thousand eyes
and let their tongues do their judging and criticize
and you just sit here before us and reveal your life

go on, go on my child
go on, go on my child

so you wanna give up and you can't find strength
but I believe that you will make it in the end
so you wanna step back and you want to retreat
but I believe that there ain't nothing you can't be
nothing you can't be

don't feel so naked I am the blanket of hope
your words are life rafts and they keep us afloat
and when this long painful journey comes to an end
they will be touched by the message
the message you've sent

so let the critics look upon you with a thousand eyes
and let their tongues do their judging and criticize
and you just sit here before us and reveal your life

go on, go on my child
go on, go on my child
go on, go on my child
go on, go on my child
go on, go on my child

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One of the perks of me staying in London is I get free tickets to watch piano recitals and concerts. Lucky me, I know a friend who always gets free tickets to concerts and piano recitals and even plays, and he always reserves a couple of tickets for my classmate and I.

Recently, I saw Marc Corbett-Weaver performing at the Parish Church of St George, Hanover Square. He was simply amazing! I was at Cadogan Hall, Sloane Square, last month to watch the Bavarian Philharmonic KlangVerwaltung with Freddy Kempf as the pianist. That was good stuff too! I also watched the London Chamber Orchestra performed. I was also at Cadogan Hall a couple of weeks ago for the Schumann Music Festival. (which I fell asleep, because I don't appreciate opera, yet.)

When I watch the performance, I close my eyes for a few minutes, and drown myself into the music. How relaxing! I like to read the summary of each piece when I'm listening so I understand the piece better. =)

I enjoy Chopin, Mozart and a few pieces of Bethoven's. Bach is not really my cuppa tea.

I like listening to Moonlight Sonata in the middle of the night. It has this special calming effect. This piece is also different from other Sonatas because the first movement is slow. From my understanding, the first movement of a Sonata is usually fast.

Fancy some classical music tonight? I'm in the mood for Chopin's Fantasy Impromptu and Bethoven's Moonlight Sonata. =)

Posted by MooPig at 22:51 | Permalink | Comments

CHANTELLE IS A BIMBO!

I so hate her Essex accent. Her stupid fake blonde hair. Her dumb giggles.

and no... I'm not jealous cos she's the stooooopid winner of the 2006 Celebrity Big Brother.

and i get oh-so-irritated when I hear people speaking Essex accent- yes, thanks to CBB, I can now spot Essex accent the moment one talks.

Posted by MooPig at 22:52 | Permalink | Comments

Just felt like writing a second post today. I thought about it when I was in bed last night.

Posted by MooPig at 13:45 | Permalink | Comments

Read this.

Kononlah 'Membangun Bersama Islam'.

Nik Aziz and Co oh Nik Aziz and Co, do something about it!

You think banning cinemas, banning karaoke, banning disco, banning pubs and all will curb social ills? Think twice! What happened to you when reports like this come up in the media? You just keep quiet. But when you're not suppose to talk, you HAVE to pop up in the news and make silly comments.

It's because of you people stay away from KB. It's because of you and your stupid rules (which we don't follow) scare people away.

I'll write a post on other people's misconception on Kelantan one day. When I'm free and I'm in the writing mood lah.

Ciao...

Posted by MooPig at 13:31 | Permalink | Comments

I came to London some time in September. It's been 5 months. And throughout this 5 months, I lost 3 relatives.

I was pretty close to my grandaunty when I was younger. The last time I saw her was 4 years ago and I'll never get to see her again. Grandaunty had a small pair of eyes. Very very mata sepet. She had curly hair and was always in the a-ma clothes. For some reason, I remember her wearing shiny, purple/bluish colour clothes. She spoke Heng-hua to me while I spoke Hokkien to her and whenever I could, I used some Heng-Hua words, hoping she could understand me. This happened some time ago but I can still remember. It was in October many years ago, while I was still in secondary school. It was during the festival of the 9 Gods (Kao-ong-yah). I went to the temple for the vegetarian dinner with my mom and siblings one night. On the way, we bumped into Grandaunty. She was old and could barely walk without the aid of a walking stick but I remember her walking without the stick. She was struggling. Mom told me to walk Grandaunty to where her daugher was so I obliged. Grandaunty held my hand and we walked. She talked to me but I could only understand half of it. But I remember her telling me this in Heng-Hua- So many children calling me mm-ma (grandaunty) and a-ma (grandma). I'm so happy. I didn't know how to respond so I smiled. 4 years ago, Grandaunty fell down in the toilet and was bed ridden. She was very fierce to her children and her daughter/son in laws but some how, when she saw us, she was very, very kind. Mommy massaged for her and I spoke to her. As I was due to leave for Bangor, she told me not to marry a white guy but to marry a chinese. I joked : if I marry a white guy, mm-ma can go overseas to attend my wedding. Mommy said: hmph! if you marry a white guy, mm-ma won't go at all! and we laughed. Grandaunty wanted to die so badly then. She told Mommy that she saw her relatives, whom were in the other world (read:dead) came to bring her away. Of course, Mommy told her not to think about it. I'm sad I lost a grandaunty. I'll never get to see her anymore. And all I have is memories of her.

Then some time in December, I lost my granduncle. My grandma's brother. I never go to see him too. Some how, the older generation (i.e. my mom and her uncles) are not very close. My mom used to tell me how inconsiderate my granduncle's wife is. But I believe, that's between the older generation and there is no need for us to hate them. I still respected my granduncle and I'm close to my aunt. I don't remember when was the last time I saw my granduncle. I didn't even see him when he was down with stroke. I sort of expected his death because he was stubborn- he refused medication and the doctors- but I never expected him to leave us so soon.

And on the 12th day of Chinese New Year, I lost my Uncle- my second aunty's husband. I'm never close to this Uncle because we couldn't communicate. He's Thai and I can only speak broken Thai. I hardly saw him because he was always out of the town, doing business. I was shocked to hear this piece of news. After all, no one told me Uncle had any illness. When I called my Mom, she was in Thailand but refused to tell me what happened. A week later, I found out Uncle had passed on. Mom said she didn't want to tell me because I had an interview and she didn't want me to be in shock. She wanted to email but hadn't got time to do so.

Mm-Ma, Ku-Kong and Yi-Tiu, may your souls rest in peace.

Posted by MooPig at 23:05 | Permalink | Comments

Being stood up. I bet everybody hates that. Who in the right mind will like it when you've planned something out and your friend decided to cancel at the very last minute, or worse, decided not to call you until an hour later?

I have a friend who came over to London to spend valentine's day with his girlfriend and they brought me out to dinner one night. To reciprocate, I decided to buy them dinner at Four Seasons the next day.

During noon the following day, I gave the girlfriend a call to tell them about dinner and she agreed. She said they were going out shopping in the evening and will give me a ring after shopping. Tentatively, the time was set around 9pm.

So I waited and I waited and I waited. Harrods closes at 7pm on Fridays. I had expected the call to come around 7. At 8, still no news from either of them. By then, I was ready to go out. All I was waiting for was a damn phone call to confirm the time and the place to meet up. At 8.45pm, I told Babe I wasn't going out. It's pretty obvious already. I was pissed. Very very pissed off but I controlled myself. I forced myself to be cool and calm. I didn't have dinner. at 10. 43, I got a call from the boyfriend. He called up to apologise because the girlfriend didn't wake him up for dinner. I was at the verge of exploding but I just controlled myself. He did try to make up by asking me if I was free for lunch/dinner on Saturday but I said no because I had an appointment with my classmate. 10.50, the girlfriend called to apologise because she overslept and she was feeling unwell.

@#$^^&*(()(*%#%&(^*()%&)_(^%&%^#$%^&*(

If you were me, how will you feel? It's so obvious that they didn't want to have dinner with me, isn't it?

I felt like a fool. A big, big fool. While they were in dream land, I was dolled up, sitting in front of the laptop, Skyping with Babe and waiting for the call at the same time. Mind you, I even skipped dinner. Seriously, the excuse was damn bloody lame. If they respect me as a friend, they should have called up in advance to tell me that they were tired. I will me more than happy to cancel the dinner. The could have set alarm to wake them up. But nooooooo... they slept till almost 11! They stood me up for 2 bloody hours! How can I not be pissed?

No more next time. No more.

I would love to let you experience how I felt. But that will make me as low as you. No thank you.

Posted by MooPig at 12:34 | Permalink | Comments

I know she was contemplating of moving.. It was just a matter of time to doing so..

We were chatting online last night when she decided that it was time to move. I wasn't surprised when she told me that as I've been expecting it to happen anytime now.. But what shocked me instead was that she invited me to blog with her at the new place. I was reluctant at first but somehow she had her ways of pursuading me. I have to admit that I have been having some thoughts of starting a blog for awhile now but I kept on putting it on hold.. But when she suggested to this 'blogging together' thing; it was hard for me to refuse such an attractive idea. Hence, I agreed to it =)

So this is how I've landed myself into sharing a new home with my great girlfriend who I have to thank for for introducing me to the world-of-reading-and-writing-blogs ;)

Do expect something new and different here as this is now OUR new home!

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I've been fiddling around with HTML for godknows how long.

Babe's been hearing me go 'Ahh! I know!' for godknows how many times and everytime I said that, it went an octave higher.

Haloscan comment is FINALLY up after uncountable attempts. Yes, I'm dumb when it comes to HTML. BUT.... why are the fonts so huge? And the partner in crime is complaining! Somebody help us please...puhlease....

Please.....

=)

Posted by MooPig at 01:15 | Permalink | Comments

Welcome to our new home! =)

So, I finally coughed up the courage to move. I've been toying with the idea of moving to a new place but the 'project' was always on hold simply because I was lazy.

Don't ask me why I moved. I have valid reasons.

Anyway, say Hello to Babe, my partner in crime!

I passed the blog-reading virus to Babe aka Claire three years ago. I don't know why she never blogs but this time round, I managed to con her into blogging. =P

I'll leave the introduction to her but let me tell you things she WON'T tell you. (and if you don't hear from me for the next few days, I've been killed and you know who did it)
This old maid is turning 22 this year. She is extremely conscious about her figure. Dah lah so cun, wanna go on diet some more. She can't cook chinese and she's lazy to learn. She shops more than me and she reads more fashion magazines than me. She's the evil friend who influenced me to the world of the high end designer products- i.e LV, Gucci, Chloe, Christian Dior etc-You get the idea. She's a big vain pot who never leaves home without putting on make up. Oh.. and you know why this post is in pink? Because her font colours in both MSN and YM are in pink!

Well.. that's about her. I might write more when my brain functions better.

This blog is gonna be more personal than my old blog. Expect something different! =)

Posted by MooPig at 23:20 | Permalink | Comments

... it's my very first attempt at blogging ;)

Posted by Anonymous at 23:13 | Permalink | Comments

Seriously, hormones are bitches. I hate them with a passion at a certain time of the month.

To a certain person, I wish I had the guts to go up to you, question you and end the grilling session with a 'fuck you'.

I don't need chocolates. I don't need comfort food. All I need is a bloody good cry. Man.. I haven't done that for a while.

Posted by MooPig at 02:06 | Permalink | Comments

I had a heart-to-heart talk with my parents a while ago.

I know my parents want me to have a good career. They want me to work overseas before returning to Malaysia for good. I can feel that Daddy doesn't want me to go home so soon. (Maybe he regretted going home after staying in Northern Ireland for 7 years :P) He even said- If you can't get a job, then just do full time ACA/ACCA there. Daddy probably thinks studying ACA/ACCA full time means I have a higher chance to work in UK. :/

But I am not keen on studying full time over here. After all, I know I can do that in Malaysia. I can find a job and study part time. My parents are not getting any younger. Fees in UK are not cheap. I still have a sister who's going to Uni in a year or two, and another brother who's only in Form 3. My father is no millionaire. Another year in England means more money spent on me. It's been 4 years. That's seriously a lot of money. It scares me when I do the maths. I can't be selfish and think of myself.

After being away from home for 4 years, I think I'm ready to leave this country. As much as I love London, it's not a place where I belong. My heart tells me to stop applying for job and head home to work. Everytime I send a job application form, I have a feeling I will not even get an interview. KPMG said no to me- I expected that. I'm still waiting for a reply from PwC- Heck, it's been a while. The chances are slim, very very slim. I have no confidence at all.

I'm confused. Part of me wants to stay in London but part of me wants to go home.

But after the conversation tonight, I know where I want to go. But... to avoid disappointing my parents, I'll try to apply for more jobs in the UK. Well, if I get one, then I'll just stay back and try my luck. If not, then I'll just pack my bags and balik kampung.

Que Sara-Sara, aye?

And if I can't get a job anywhere, I'll be a housewife. Really!

Posted by MooPig at 00:57 | Permalink | Comments

Top 10 least hygienic restaurants in Central London.

- Taste of India (WC2): Mice infestation throughout basement area
- Church St Cafe (W1): High-risk foods, eg prawns, found past sell-by date
- Aroma (Chinatown): Raw meat sotred directly above cooked meat
- Golden Dragon 皇龙轩(Chinatown): Cockroach found on meat slicer
- Ishbilia (SW1): Pigeons in rear corridors
- London Jade Garden 翠园海鲜酒家(Chinatown): Mice droppings evident in food
- Mandarin Kitchen 喜相逢 (Queensway): Risk of contamination due to cockroaches
- Abohammed Egyptian (Queensway): Salad washing not done
- Yungs (Chinatown): No handwashing...Jewellery, dirty nails...mice droppings
- London Hong Kong (Chinatown): Records are being falsified
- Woo Sang (Chinatown): Poor understanding of basic hygiene
- Mawar Restaurant (Edgware Road): Raw meat sotred above ready-to-eat foods
(from the Evening Standard, 1st Feb 2006)

Yucks!!

Now this makes me think twice before going out for dinner.

Posted by MooPig at 13:50 | Permalink | Comments