MooPig & The Babe

Currently Listening to Under the weather by Katie Tunstall

I had a thought just now. I find it so... weird.

When I was young,
I couldn't wait to grow up
I couldn't wait to finish school
I couldn't wait to go overseas
I couldn't wait to leave home
I couldn't wait to experience life away from home
I couldn't wait to do everything the 'grown ups' do
I couldn't wait to drive
I couldn't wait to be independent
I couldn't wait to enjoy freedom
I couldn't wait to do everything by myself

Now that I've grown up,
I wish I were young again
I wish I were still in secondary school
I wish I were home
I wish I never left home
I wish I could always be at home
I wish I could always be a kid, so I can be pampered like how I pamper my 4 little nieces
I wish I had someone to drive me around

Well, sometimes, it's nice to wish for something unrealistic, aye? At least it takes me away from the harsh reality. =) It's nice to have a little dream, sometimes.

Posted by MooPig at 20:21 | Permalink | Comments

Mommy told me Oscar No.2 died. :( Sigh...

I knew this day will come and it was just a matter of time. After all, they've been in the same aquarium and since 1 caught the disease, it's inevitable than 2 caught the disease as well.

Since I was like a zombie when I talked to Mommy, I can't remember if Mommy told me she buried the fish or she threw that poor fish down the longkang, or worst still, flush it down the toilet.

Instead of being sad, I know I should be happy that they're now a couple in heaven, living happy ever after. Till death do us part. How apt.

Instead of having an empty aquarium, Mommy says she's going to get Angle Fish. Let's hope they have longer life.

Posted by MooPig at 21:31 | Permalink | Comments

... a zombie!

Didn't sleep the whole night because I screwed up my sleeping time. Biological clock is so screwed up now so I decided not to sleep. Ended up watching the idiot box. Freeview didn't have anything interesting so I turned to Hallmark and watched some touching show and ended up crying like a baby.

At 6 something, my itchy hands texted a friend of mine to ask if he wants to go for breakfast. I guess I'm regretting it now because I'm feeling dizzy. I feel I'm floating. I feel like sleeping. He's on the bus now and I can't possibly text/call him to say I need sleep. =P

Bloggers' meet tonight. I think I'll go looking like a zombie.

Popped a VitB pill. Hope it helps a little. Definitely gonna drink something stronger later.

Posted by MooPig at 08:23 | Permalink | Comments

My mood fluctuates like umm.... the British weather? Well, you get the idea.

I can't think straight now because my brain is dead. No, I haven't been on alcohol.

When I'm in a bad mood, I get annoyed at the slightest thing, and I curse like nobody's business in my heart. There's no point shouting out loud cos I'm alone.

I can't go to Marc-Corbett Weaver's concert on Tuesday night and I am very, very disappointed. =( I have a friend coming over at 7pm because of the BAT interview on Wed. That's why I can't go to the concert which I so badly want to go!!!! It's MARC CORBETT WEAVER!!!!!!!! So what if he's gay? He has the talent which I don't have!!! And Marc's brilliant!!

I'm cranky.

So I told my friend that I can't make it to the concert and she said: tell your friend to stay in the cafe in Kingscross for a few hours and you pick her up after that.

And I nearly typed on MSN Messenger: WTF!

If I were my friend (i.e. the one coming to stay with me) I'll be pissed.

Stupid BAT interview on Wednesday. Why can't it be on Friday or something like that??????

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I AM CRANKY!!!!!!!!

Posted by MooPig at 00:08 | Permalink | Comments

Being the *ehem ehem* nice friend that I am, I made her a cake. A very simple lemon cheese cake. For the base, I used digestive biscuits and I spreaded a layer of chocolate on the biscuit base. I agak-agak-ed the ingredients and luckily it turned out alright. *phew!wipes sweat*

YF's boyfriend bought us dinner at Mayflower. That woman ordered way too many dishes and we were stuffed! We had prawns in black bean sauce, duck with yam, noodles, bean curd+chicken+salted fish in claypot, vegetables, sizzling beef and dessert was sai-mai-lo (which was pretty horrible). Dinner was good. It's probably the best restaurant in China town, in my opinion.

When we walked towards the table, I handed over the cake to the waiter and I told him to put the cake in the fridge since it's a chilled cheese cake. And when I asked for the cake, the moment I felt it, I knew it has not been in the fridge. I was angry, I was pissed off. The cake was soggy and I could see trace of melted chocolate. I had no apetite to eat anymore. The stooooopid waiter ruined my night. They bloody ruined my cake!

Mayflower has stupid waiters. That's all I have to say about the restaurant.

And oh, I saw some one in the restaurant. He was on TV last night, BBC3. Simon Fanshawe! I wanted to go up to him to say hello soooo badly but I didn't have the guts! So many people there. Shy, shy.

On another note, Mommy got her birthday present yesterday and she was estatic!!! I'm glad she likes the present I got for her. Daddy told Mom before he handed the present to Mom: Da Jie (as in , eldest sister in mandarin) has expensive taste. teeheee... Too bad Daddy, I do have expensive taste.. and I thought you're aware all this while? =P

Posted by MooPig at 00:02 | Permalink | Comments

No no, I'm not a parent, yet. But those who know me well know that I would love to get my own children. A couple. Not now lah, in the future, ok? =P

I used to believe in beating the kids if they're really, really naughty. I myself grew up being caned uncountable times because I broke so many rules at home. Sure, I hated my Mom so much but eventually, I understand that it's all for my own good. At least, she made me know my boundaries. My darling little brother, who has never been caned by Mom, is quite.. um... naughty. He's rude to my sister, my cousin and our maid at home at times. He's never rude to me because I tell him off big time whenever he does that. Mom hardly scolds and never beats him because she pampers him she says it's the process of growing up. Everytime I tell Mom that he should taste the rotan, Mom says, aiyah, you and mei mei were like that also mah. Yes, Mom, we were like that but you scolded us! *blekk* Well, I digressed.

I enjoy watching Nanny 911 and Supernanny. Westerners don't believe in beating the kids. (More like they will be dealt with children services if they ever lay their hands on their kids) The children featured on the show are really horrible, terrible and vegetable! I'll slap and probably staple my child's mouth if he ever calls me 'You stupid bitch!' And on TV, a 4 year old kid shouted the exact same words at his mother because he refused to go to bed early.

One day, I suddenly realised that beating the children doesn't really solve the problems. For toddlers, I'd say one of the best ways is to reward them. Put a board on the wall in the living room or kitchen, decorate it and explain to the kids that if they are well behave, a star/heart/sticker/fish magnet etc will be put on the board and if they misbehave, then one comes down from the board. They have to behave well to earn it back. The kid cried like there's no tomorrow when one is removed from the board and this is one very effective method!

Before this, if you asked me if I'll beat my own children, I'll say yes, without any doubts. But now, I guess I've changed my mind! ;)

Posted by MooPig at 00:59 | Permalink | Comments

I have a confession to make.

The only TV Games I know how to play are: Tetris, Pinball, Pacman and SuperMario. Oh, I'll say Bomberman as well but I'm no big fan of that game.

That's it. Only 4. Make it 5 then.

And no prize for guessing which is my all time favourite. =) Super Mario.

When browsing PPS, one post caught my eyes and I followed the link to this wonderful website and I downloaded my all time favourite for free! =) =) =)

After chatting with J, I played for about an hour.

Teeth-grinding, fist-clenching, cursing, whenever Mario died.

It's a lil hard to control with keyboard. Now, if only I had that TV Game thingie with me. Or a joystick.

Well, they say practice makes perfect. =P

Time to sleep, recharge, and continue tomorrow!

*hops to sleep*

Posted by MooPig at 01:58 | Permalink | Comments

Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

-The Rose-
by Bette Midler

beautiful... very very beautiful.

Posted by MooPig at 23:33 | Permalink | Comments

Stephen Fry said this at the interview yesterday:

Cats look down on you, dogs look up at you, only pigs treat you equally

:D

Posted by MooPig at 12:19 | Permalink | Comments

Sharon Stone, Bette Midler, Stephen Fry and Michael Parkinson!

A friend of mine had free tickets to watch Parkinson Show and he kindly offered my classmates and I. Boy, we were lucky!

Door opened at 3.15pm and closed at 3.45pm. We were there about 30 mins earlier and man, the queue was sure long! It didn't help that we were kept waiting outside the ITV building on Upper Ground in the cold. It was bloody cold and everybody was cursing. We only managed to get into the recording studio at 3.30pm and we were so relieved. Unfortunately, we weren't allocated good seats. We were right at the end of the studio but it didn't matter. It was the 2 ladies from Essex who were sitting in front of us annoyed us big time.

When we entered the studio, the Parkinson orchestra was entertaining the audience. Shortly after that, the producer went on stage and gave a short briefing on fire escape procedures and made us do a few Mexican waves. Then he introduced us to a lousy comedian. His jokes were lame but everyone was laughing at him. Oh, his jokes were pretty blue too, if you get what I mean. Ham sap lah. Well I supposed he took for granted that there was a 10 year old girl who came all the way from St. Albans. His jokes were more on humiliating the audience. Well, I suppose that's what we call... erm... British humour. (but I may be wrong. I was told it is.)

Anyway, after a good 15 mins or so, Michael turned up and the director signalled us to clap and cheer. He had to retake the scene twice. After the introduction, there was a short break. Then Sharon Stone turned up and the interview began. Boy, she was sexy! Hot! Nose bleed! (that explains the nose bleed I had in the morning I guess =P) Sharon Stone, being Sharon Stone, is always associated with sex. And she's not ashamed to admit that! Even her jokes were associated with 'sizes & measurings'. At 48, she still manages to keep her slender figure. Amazing! She was here to promote her show Basic Instinct 2 (Cinemas in UK showing on 30th March) She also told us about what happened to her when she had a stroke a few years ago. After her interview, it was a break. For the first time in my life, I saw 3 make up artists attending to her, and 1 make up artists doing touch up on Michael.

The second guest was Stephen Fry. He was also promoting his new show, V For Vendetta. He's witty, he's humourous, he's smart. I like him. He also talked about his darker days when he was suffering from mental disease.

Then Bette Midler sang us a number- I'm a Woman. It was a tribute to Peggy Lee. Don't be intimidated if you haven't heard of her. Today is the first time in 30 years she set foot to London! She had to sing it twice because the producer wasn't happy with her performance. She had to retake the scene where she walked from stage 1 to stage 2 to meet Michael and guests. She's one bubbly lady. And my friend and I were so shocked when she blurted that she's 60! And I thought she's only in her early 40s!

After the show, Bette went into the control room to see if she was happy with her performance. Well, she had to do it for the third time because she wasn't happy. By then, a few people got up and left but we didn't. While waiting for Bette to get ready again, the lame comedian continued to entertain the crowd. Damn layan lah the old people. I could see how bored YF was. =P

The show ended shortly before 6pm. It was a good experience. It was my very first time watching a recorded show in a studio. I can only remember watching Money Matters in the TV3 building when I was 10 or so.

Van Morrison's coming up next week. I wonder if I'll still get to watch. =P

Posted by MooPig at 00:10 | Permalink | Comments

I wish I had the guts to ask you... But I guess I'll Never Ever get to...

A few questions that
I need to know
how you could ever hurt me so
I need to know what I've done wrong
and how long it's been going on
Was it that I never paid enough attention?
Or did I not give enough affection?
Not only will your answers keep me sane but
I'll know never to make the same mistake again
You can tell me to my face or even on the phone
You can write it in a letter, either way, I have to know
Did I never treat you right?
Did I always start the fight?
Either way, I'm going out of my mind
all the answers to my questions
I have to find

My head's spinning
Boy, I'm in a dazeI feel isolated
Don't wanna communicate
I'll take a shower,
I will scour
I will rub
To find peace of mind
The happy mind I once owned, yeah
Vexing vocabulary runs right through me
The alphabet runs right from A to Z
Conversations, hesitations in my mind
You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find
I'm not crazy
I'm sure I ain't done nothing wrong, noI'm just waiting
'Cause I heard that this feeling won't last that long
Never ever have I ever felt so low
When you gonna take me out of this black hole?

Never ever have I ever felt so sad
The way I'm feeling yeah, you got me feeling really bad
Never ever have I had to find
I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind
I've Never ever had my conscience to fight
The way I'm feeling, yeah,
I just don't feel right
I'll keep searching
Deep within my soul
For all the answers
Don't wanna hurt no moreI need peace, got to feel at ease
Need to be.

Free from pain - going insane
My heart aches, yeah
Sometimes vocabulary runs right through my head
The alphabet runs right from A to Z
Conversations, hesitations in my mind
You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find
I'm not crazy,
I'm sure I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just waiting
'Cause I heard that this feeling won't last that long

Never ever have I ever felt so low
When ya gonna take me out of this black hole?
Never ever have I ever felt so sad
The way I'm feeling yeah, you got me feeling really bad
Never ever have I had to find
I've had to dig away to find my own peace of mind
I've Never ever had my conscience to fight
The way I'm feeling, yeah,
I just don't feel right x4

You can tell me to my face,
Youcan tell me on the phone
Oooh you can write it in a letter babe
Cos I really need to know
You can write it in a letter babe
You can write in in a letter babe(fade)
-All Saints, Never Ever-

I know you'll never, ever tell me. I am angry at myself for being naive but I can't help it.

I may look strong, I may look as if I've gotten over you.

But the truth is...
No. I'm weak inside.
And no... I'm still not over you.
I'm still thinking of you...

And I'm always hoping that I'd get an answer, no matter how harsh the asnwer is. At least, I've got the truth. The truth I've always wanted to know. And I'll let go...

I mean it.

Or maybe everything will be alright when the next one comes along? I don't know. I'm afraid. So very scared. Because I'm so scared the next one will turn out to be like you.

You've taught me a very valuable lesson. I can never trust a person easily. Never. Because you taught me to. You make me feel so bitter at times.

feeling damn emo today. =(

Posted by MooPig at 15:31 | Permalink | Comments

I'm sick.

sick=eating bland food. blergh.

J and YF stopped me from eating spicy food. I was drooling when I saw YF ate her lunch with chilli. I was so so so so so so tempted to eat chilli with my bland meal. FYI, any meals without chilli= bland.

Yikes.

Last night's dinner with vegetable soup with some noodles SANS chilli.

Double yikes!

My throat is still ithcy. Arghhhhhhh

I need chilli with my meal! I'll eat Nando's extra hot when I've fully recovered. I don't care!

Posted by MooPig at 13:30 | Permalink | Comments

It's either I'm falling sick or it's the wisdom tooth. I don't know.

I feel an ulcer. Hurts when I brush my teeth and when I use the mouth wash. Ouch. Oh, another ulcer at the rear end of the tongue. =(

My body's calling for more liquid. Since yesterday, I only drink a glass of water before I leave home, chinese tea for lunch and about 2-3 glasses of water at night.

Time for chrysanthemum tea. Time to drink lotsa water. Time for more fruits.

I'm extremely tired. I need rest.

I'm off to bed when my hair is dry.

Nights.

Babe... Moopig misses you. =(

Posted by MooPig at 21:48 | Permalink | Comments

Posted by Anonymous at 22:20 | Permalink | Comments

Happy Birthday Julie

Happy Birthday Chopin

80% done! this was the first attempt. It looked pretty ugly but I rearranged the strawberries so the cake looks more presentable now.

Tomorrow, I have to put a thin layer of strawberry jelly. Fingers crossed it won't be messy. The empty space in the middle is for 23 candles!

French food for dinner tomorrow. nyum nyum!

Fingers crossed the cake tastes yummy and toes crossed that the cake will be safely transported to the restaurant. :)

Took me more than 2 hours to make this thing. I'm exhausted.

Gah.. off to bed now.

Posted by MooPig at 00:17 | Permalink | Comments