MooPig & The Babe

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House of Parliament
Golden Jubilee Bridge
Piccadilly Circus
Partial View of London Eye from River Thames at night
Westminster Abbey
The National Gallery

St Paul's Cathedral and the view from the Golden Gallery. Climbing 530 steps IS worth it. Plus, it makes a darn good exercise- you don't have to feel guilty for chomping a bar of chocolate after that :P We weren't allowed to take pictures in the cathedral but we took anyway. :P St Paul's Cathedral is bee-you-teee-full!








View from London Eye and the River Cruise










Picture 4 is the Tower Bridge, not London Bridge! Lots of people mistake that for London Bridge. Tower Bridge links to the Tower of London.

Posted by MooPig at 01:30 | Permalink | Comments

I havent slept the whole night. I need to blog to make me not think of sleeping. One of the girls are leaving for Denmark at noon and the other is leaving for Malaysia in the afternoon. I don't like not having enough sleep so I decided to stay up. I find it very difficult to wake up when I don't have enough sleep.

Anyway, my brain is not functioning very well but I'm absolutely pissed off at the shallow remark made by the politicians in Malaysia. What's wrong with them now? Someone tell me please.

I didn't really agree with Dr M's way of criticising Pak Lah. Sure, he had his points but I think he went overboard. What happened to diplomacy? Oh, I forgotten, Dr M and his big mouth.

Read this article and please tell me they're stupid.

The foreigners not only want a second home, they
also want a second wife.

My "dear" Datuk Anuar Tan, I can't believe you actually made such a statement. I'll never look at you the same way again. That was a dumb statement. Plain dumb. Bodoh. It's an insult to the expats. How can one say that? My parents know a number of foreigners. They settle down in Malaysia because they like Malaysia- the culture, the food, the climate, the people. Definitely NOT because of a second wife. He not only insulted foreigners but he also insulted women from Philippines and Thailand.

Seriously, that was a horrible remark. Dumb.

If you want to lure foreigners to Malaysia, do something about it. Don't make a fool out of yourself. Change the immigration rules and be fairer to the people, not make people go 'the other way' (i.e. bribe).

Few years ago, I happened to go to my Mom's friend's shop. Her friends were there and it so happened that there was a fotune teller. He looked at my 'ba zi' (birth dates, time etc) and calculated. He said that I'll be a politician. Perhaps I should consider being one. I'm definitely smarter that that idiot politician who made a stupid remark.

Oh my, I'm hungry and I'm sleepy. The girls are waking up in about an hour's time and we're leaving in 3 hours. Maybe I should walk to McD to get some breakfast. Or maybe I should get some sleep.

The eye bags are getting heavier by the seconds. The stomach can wait.

Posted by MooPig at 05:26 | Permalink | Comments

I won the bet!

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

3-1

I'm 10 quid richer now! *monkey dance*

I'll claim 70 ringgit from my miser brother when I go home.

Ha ha ha ha ha

*monkey dance*

If they beat Brazil the next round, it's a miracle. :P

Posted by MooPig at 01:33 | Permalink | Comments

France must win tonight!!

My annoying brother is supporting Spain. I'm supporting France.

We bet. 10 quid.

France! France! France! France! France!

This is my first time betting.

Wish me luck!!

Posted by MooPig at 14:47 | Permalink | Comments

The 2 girls are having fun with Robbie Willaims, Julia Roberts, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Superman, Incredible Hawk and others in the Madame Tussauds. I've been there three months ago so I'm here in the school library.

It's wonderful to have two friends over here. We're having a gala of a time. I've never laughed so much before! The moment JQ touched down, I've been laughing everyday. She's been giving lots of laughing therapy.

I cooked a simple dinner on Saturday- Roast whole chicken, roast potatoes, garlic bread and salad. I thought JQ would be dead tired after 14 hours of flight but surprisingly, she was so hyperactive and we went sight seeing after dinner!

Within 3 days, we've been to quite a number of places. We leave home early in the morning and return around midnight! We were supposed to go to Buckingham Palace this morning but unfortunately it rained. What a bummer!!

I enjoyed the London Eye and the River Cruise. I wish the River cruise lasted longer though.

It was so windy yesterday, especially at Tower Bridge. I was wearing skirt and yes, you guessed it, I embarrassed myself. A few people who passed by probably saw my hedious underwear. Darn!! In the end I wrapped my cardigan around my waist and held tight to my skirt. I swear I'll never ever wear that skirt to the Bridge anymore.

We bought dinner at Four Seasons and had dinner at Hyde Park. It was fun! After dinner, we went to the pub nearby to watch the second half of Portugal Vs. Holland match. That was probably the most violent match I've ever watch.

We went to St.Paul's this morning and we climbed up 530 steps. That's Five hundred and thirty steps! 1060 steps up and down! That was our morning exercise! I liked the Whisper Gallery. Darn cool! The view from the Golden Gallery was amazing. You'll never regret climbing up so many steps! Yoko Ono was there to promote her art work but we didn't manage to take pictures of her- we were enjoying ourselves at the Golden Gallery! By the time we went to the Cathedral Floor, she left.

Will collage the pictures when I'm home.

Gotta run now. Tata!

Posted by MooPig at 15:36 | Permalink | Comments

Yum! Is word of the day.

I spent one and a half hours doing grocery shopping. That's what I call luxury. Grocery shopping is therapeutic. :)

I marinated chicken for tonight's dinner. I'm gonna roast chicken for my friends and I. :) I made garlic bread as well. =) [Mei, you want some? hiak hiak hiak!]

I baked chocolate chip and macadamia nuts cookies, and cut my index finger. *ouch* but it's alright lah. It doesn't hurt anymore but it's annoying. I feel abnormal. I can't even type properly. The cookies are nice. Really!!!! Yum!

After smelling 50 biscuits, I decided to bake banana bread. It turned out umm... not so pretty. It was my first attempt. I don't know how it tastes like. My friends will be my guinea pigs later. *evil grin*

I should shower now. I know, I know, I've been saying that since an hour ago. I smell like cookies and banana and cinnamon.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to blog for the next few days. A couple of friends are visiting and I'll be their tour guide. :)

Posted by MooPig at 00:38 | Permalink | Comments

I was doing my usual grocery shopping this afternoon.

While I was contemplating if I should get some biscuits, I saw this boy. He must be about 15 years old. He was staring at the biscuits. He held a coin pouch in his right hand. I saw him squeezing the coin pouch. I thought he didn't have enough money to buy the biscuits.

McVities chocolate coated digestive biscuits were going at 3 for the price of 2 at £1.09 each.

Then he emptied his coin pouch. He squatted on the floor and started counting. I took a glance. On the floor were 5p, 1p, 2p coins. He was counting if he had enough money to buy the biscuits.

I was so heartbroken when I saw him doing that.

I walked up to him and asked him 'Do you want to buy the biscuits?'
He stared at me and said yes.
I took out my coin purse and handed him 2 quid.
He looked at me, surprised. Then he opened his mouth. 'For me?' He asked.
I nodded. 'You said you wanted the biscuits right? Go get for yourself'. I told him.
He thanked me. His voice told me he couldn't believe I gave him money.

I walked away and when I came back, he was walking away from the isle. He took 2 packets of biscuits with him.

I don't know if I did the right thing by giving him money but I know that I don't regret doing so. Perhaps you'll disagree with me. At that very moment, I felt so sorry for him. All I could think of was to give him some money so he could get some food.

Posted by MooPig at 17:48 | Permalink | Comments

Before and during my exams, my parents and I occassionaly bring up the topic of jobs. They're keen on me staying back here and so am I. However, we didn't discuss it it depth. Before I could explain more, they said 'Concentrate on your exams first, think about that later'. So I just brushed the idea aside and never really thought about it. Even when I attended interviews and assessment days, they just asked about it and didn't really sound keen on the companies.

Then came 20 June. The final day of my exams. I was online, chatting to Mommy on MSN in the afternoon.

After asking about my paper and all, she started: So what's your plan now?

I told her my plan- try to find a job, go home for a few weeks, travel etc.

Then she told me to act fast- just 3 hours after my exams she was telling me to get a job already. Fine. I just said I'll try. You know, I know, she knows, everyone knows it's so darn difficult for international students to get a job in UK because of work permit problems.

Around midnight, I spoke to Dad. He asked me the same question again- what's my plan. The oh-so-famous question in the house now. And he told me to start job hunting now, continue with my dissertation. I told him I'm going to Scotland next month for 3 days and he got all worried. He's worried I won't complete my dissertation in time.

Everytime I talk to them, it's about jobs, jobs, jobs. Dissertation, dissertation, dissertation.

Jobs and dissertation. These two words. They are getting on my nerves now.

It's not that I don't want a job. I've been so stressed over the past months. They told me not to think about jobs first and concentrate on my papers. The next thing I know, they're telling me to quickly find a job in UK/Ireland right after my exams.

I feel like a pressure cooker now. I'm about to explode anytime. I feel like I'm getting a nervous breakdown very soon.

It so happened Miss PartyPooper was online when I was chatting with Mommy. I whined to her that my Mom's already pressuring me about getting a job. I told her I've been so tensed for the past few days and the last thing I want is extra pressure. I said I just want to relax for a few days before continuing with my job hunt which I've abandoned for the past few months. I was expecting her to console me. In the end? She told me: oh, you're just escaping from life. bla bla bla. Seriously, if I hadn't controlled my fingers, I would have typed the four-letter F word to her. But I didn't. I told her to stop pouring cold water on me.

And it doesn't help that I'm PMS-ing. I've been controlling my temper so hard. I know I'll snap and whoever the victim is, good luck to you. Miss PartyPooper might be next.

ObviouslyI'm in a foul mood now.

I hate being at this stage of life. All this while, I knew what I wanted. After SPM, I knew I wanted to do A-levels. After A-levels, I knew I wanted to go to university. I knew I wanted to come to UK/Australia. After my degree, I knew I wanted to study Masters. After Masters, I'm lost.

I don't know what I want. I don't think I'm cut out to be an accountant anymore. I was thinking of doing a conversion course to be a lawyer . But I know I can't for now. Money factor, darlings. Speech therapy? Another 3 year course. Again. Money. Obviously I can't study anymore. I need some working experience. But what can I do? Someone shed some light please.

Or maybe I should really be a housewife. A housewife with a Masters. But then again... who wants to marry me?

Posted by MooPig at 02:39 | Permalink | Comments

Just like that. End of term. I still can't believe it. It all happened too fast.

Everyone was a stranger to me last September. I hated London last September. I was trying very hard to adapt to city life. Alas, I fell in love with London.

End of term party was yesterday. more than half of the class turned up and it was good to see them. I didn't mingle with everyone because I was uh.. tad anti-social. I haven't seen most of them since Summer Term so I felt slightly weird but it was alright after an hour or so. I started talking to a few classmates whom I hardly talked to during term time.

There was (horrible) finger food and free flow of reds, whites and juice. Shame I couldn't drink. Practice! I need more practice!

I had an interesting chat with my classmate from Pakistan, albeit a brief conversation.

Everyone was asking everyone about plans after this.

I just realised I'm probably the shortest girl in the class. *hiak hiak hiak* (see picture #5. I was in a 3.5inches wedge. Imagine me without.)

I won't be able to meet most of them after this anymore. That's it. Sad huh? After 10 months.

We have a Year book compiled by 2 classmates. I'm in most of the pictures. *blush double blush* No no no.. I'm not a camwhore. It just happened that I posted up lots of pictures of the parties and dinners on the website so they just randomly selected a few.

So long.. farewell... They are my best unimates. Ever. I never liked my unimates in North Wales. The Europeans were too stuck up to mingle with us Asians. I could hardly fit in then. It was hard. But here, it's so different. Everyone is so kind and friendly. I gave most of them a hug and peck on the cheeks before I left. I wanted to join them at the pub after the party but I went to the cinema with Ms Party Pooper instead. Never mind, perhaps I'll join them at the pub another time.

Anyway, here's a Collage. I blurred the pictures intensionally due to personal reasons.



So this is it. End of term!

I wonder what's in store for me next. :(

Posted by MooPig at 23:21 | Permalink | Comments

Before I left for North Wales 4 years ago, Mom's friends came over to my house for lunch. It was something like a farewell party for me.

Aunty Kesh gave me a handmade card that day.

The card read:

I said a prayer for you today and know God must have heard. I felt the
answer in my heart. I did't ask for wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn't mind. I asked him to send treasures of a far more lasting kind. I asked that he be near you. At the start of each new day, to grant you health and blessings, and friends to share your way. I asked for happiness for you, In all things great and small - but it was for his loving care I prayed the most of all!

Your pathway lies before you
A path of untrodden snow
Becareful where you tread
For every mark will show....

The world is like a mirror
Reflecting what you do
And if you look at it smilingly,
It smiles right back at you

I've forgotten about the card until I came accross this in MS Word. I must have saved it 4 years ago. It brought tears to my eyes. I remember I fought real hard to hold back my tears that day. The card is sitting in one of my treasure boxes at home. I have two treasure boxes. One of them is a rusty Beatrix Potter box which I got from Northern Ireland 17 years ago. The other trasure box is from Miyamoto Okasan. She gave it to me 4 years ago. Which reminds me, I must take pictures of my treasure boxes when I go home!!

Posted by MooPig at 15:09 | Permalink | Comments

Chant with me!

Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice Duck Rice D-U-C-K-R-I-C-E!!

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Continue chanting, guys!



Roast duck and deep fried octopus (the squid is better) from 4 seasons restaurant in Bayswater. And that's someone's Singapore Fried Bee Hoon.

You and You. Hungry yet?
Let's start a quack quack revolution. ;)

I am! I can hear my stomach growling already.

Jom 4 Seasons on Sunday/Monday!

Posted by MooPig at 00:55 | Permalink | Comments

Come let's do the monkey dance together!

My exams are over. O-V-E-R!!! O-V-E-R!!! Finito!

I have blood-shot eyes. I have headache.

But I'm not gonna sleep... cos I'm so darn hyperactive now!

Time to do the monkey dance!
Time to clean up
Time to do grocery shopping
Time to bake lots and lots of biscuits and cakes
Time to go shopping (vivala Summer Sale!) ... new clothes, new shoes, new bags, new skin care ;)
Time to go picnic in the park
Time to be a tour guide to my 2 friends who are coming from Malaysia and Cardiff respectively
Time to plan my holidays
Time to check for flights home (Look at my wishlist!!)
Time to watch more musicals
Time to apply for jobs :(
Time to continue with my dissertation (Aiyoh. so potong stim)
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Most importantly, time to catch up on my beauty sleep =)

Posted by MooPig at 14:27 | Permalink | Comments

E.N.G.L.A.N.D playing tonight!

Not a crucial match, I know. But I'll make sure I watch that match.

I'll be attending some graduate job fair thingie which starts at 8.30pm but the organisers promised that we can watch the match live! Should be interesting!

At the time of writing, another 4 hours and 19 minutes to my FINAL paper. Tax Law. It's interesting but I'm so sick of memorising cases.

I could hardly sleep the whole night because whenever I close my eyes, I think about the cases and the holdings AND the facts. I'll probably be a better lawyer than an accountant.

I'm so sleepy. *yawn*

I wanna watch England play tonight.
I wanna watch England play tonight.
I wanna watch England play tonight.
I wanna watch England play tonight.
I wanna watch England play tonight.

The bed is so tempting.

Posted by MooPig at 05:42 | Permalink | Comments

Posted by MooPig at 18:43 | Permalink | Comments

I was Daddy's one and only Princess for 4 years.

I remember before Mei came along, I used to wait for Daddy to come home from work. He was working in a now defunct match factory. I used to do funny faces and stunts when he got back home. Sometimes I pretended to sleep on the cushion pillows on the floor. Once in a while I followed Daddy to the factory at night. He'd check on the staffs before going into his office. I remember seeing thousands and thousands of matches on the machine. Every month or so, he had to go into the forest to look for timbers. When he came back, he'd show me that he was stung by insects. I remember I used to ask him the price of a box of matches. He told me it was 10 cents. I asked 'Why don't you sell it at 60 cents or more? Then you can earn lots of money!'. I know he told me they couldn't do that but I don't recall the reason.

Dad went to a chinese school until he was 15. He went to an English school since. When I was 6, I couldn't speak a word of chinese but my parents sent me to a chinese school. I couldn't even write my name in chinese. I remember I brought my text books home and asked Daddy to write my name in chinese on the cover of the books. Daddy has beautiful handwriting.

Daddy must have left the match factory when I was around 6. He set up his own accounting firm. He became more and more busy and hardly spent time with me. I still remember our family outings to the beach on Friday evenings. We used to bring home little crabs and starfish. Daddy went on a fishing trip once and he brought back 2 medium sized crabs for me. I didn't have the heart to eat them so I kept them as pet. Every few days, I changed water for my pet. I didn't have sea water with me so I added lots and lots and lots of salt in the pail, thinking as long as the water was salty, my pets would survive. They died eventually. I don't remember being sad though.

When I was about 10, I wasn't that close to Daddy anymore. I became stubborn. He's a man with few words. I used to hate him because he used to slap me. That didn't happen very often because his level of tolerance is high. I must have been really naughty that he slapped me. I hardly spent time with Daddy because he used to go for his Mahjong sessions with his friends after work and only came home late at night when my siblings and I were in bed.

I remember I used to dread holding a conversation with Daddy. He's a stern man. I wasn't performing well during my A-level days and I used to avoid conversation with him because I thought he had high expectations but I was wrong. I felt guilty for making him pay so much for my tuition fee but not doing well. When I was home, I felt uneasy when we were at the dining table. I dreaded spending time with Daddy alone.

Our relationship took a turn when I came overseas. Dad and I became closer. He was worried that I couldn't cope since I didn't have any accounting background. He is very concerned about me. He's always encouraging me. Mommy told me that when I was sitting for my exams, Daddy was the one who was anxious. He was so happy when he saw my results. I could tell he was pleased.

I remember how angry and upset Mommy was when I told her I was going out with the ex. I thought Daddy would side her. I was wrong. He didn't say much but he told me not to neglect my studies and if I'm happy with him, just go ahead.

Daddy couldn't make it for my graduation last year because of work commitment. I could tell how guilty he felt when he told me he couldn't make it. The deadline for the tax submission was a day before my graduation so he couldn't make it. Daddy is not a very technology savvy person. He didn't use mobile phone until last year when I went home and he doesn't know how to use a computer. On the morning of my graduation day, he told my brother to send me a text message. He told me how proud he is that I'm the first one in the family to wear the mortar board. He apologised for not being able to attend the ceremony but he promised that he'll attend the next one. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the text.

Daddy has changed a lot over the years. He's less stern now and he always jokes with us. He doesn't scold us anymore. Instead, he advises us. I like listening to him giving advises. I always look forward to weekends so I can call him and talk to him. We usually talk for about 10 minutes everytime I call but that's enough. Before he says Bye to me, he never fails to say 'Take care ahh'.

Today's Father's Day. This post is dedicated to Daddy.

Thank you for being there for me when I need you the most.
Thank you for being my pillar of strength.
Thank you for bringing the bacon home.
Thank you for providing everything I need and everything I want in life.
Thank you for everything.
You're my best Daddy and will always be one.
Love you always.

Posted by MooPig at 23:05 | Permalink | Comments

On the phone this afternoon:

What are you doing?
Watching World Cup.
Who's playing?
Malaysia.
(!!!!!!!!!!!!) -_- that fella must be thinking he has a stupid sister who knows nuts about World Cup.
Oi, it's 1 something lah. First match starts at 2 lah.
Yea. another 45 minutes to go. I know ah.
Who's playing?
Croatia and Japan

Conversation continued...

Boy ahh, that lady who's staying at our house, pretty ah? (My parents are hosting an American lady for a few days. She's the Rotary International Ambassador I think)
I haven't even seen her face yet.
-_-

On MSN:
His nickname: ~21st Argentina Vs Holland~
Who are you supporting? Argentina or Holland?
Holland
Why not Argentina?
Because Holland...
Bye

-_-

That's MY brother. Ultra annoying I tell you! I can't even hold a proper conversation with him without feeling -_-. The only time I engage a decent conversation with him is when we talk about gadgets and mobile phones.

Posted by MooPig at 14:31 | Permalink | Comments

I'm fascinated by accents. The english accent in particular. I think it all started 4 years ago when I first came here. I was exposed to different accents and I unconsciously developed a thing for them.

At first, I learned to differentiate the British accents from the American accent. Then I learned that people from England have nicer accents than the Welsh. And then I realised that people from North Wales and South Wales have very different accents. The Irish have a distinctive accent as well. Since then, I learned that those from different parts of England have different accents as well. It's interesting.

Whenever we get a new lecturer in class, instead of paying attention to the lecturer, I pay attention to his/her accent and I try to identify where they're from in the first lecture. Some of my lecturers are Europeans. Sometimes my friends and I can tell where they're from from their names. But most of the time, we listen to their accents and can tell where they're from. One of my Finance lecturers is French. In the first lecture, he hardly had any French accent but came the second lecture, I was struggling to understand him. The French accent was so strong! They can't pronounce 'R' generally so instead of saying 'stRong', the pronunciation was something like 'stkong'. But after a while, I actually think that French speak English in a very sexy way. :P

I'm always listening to people's accent and try to imitate them for a good laugh.

The Cockney accent is probably the easiest to spot because we say waTer and they say Wa'er. Yup, the silent T.

I don't like the Scouse accent. People from Liverpool have that accent and I can hardly understand them.

I can spot heavy Essex accent pretty easily. Peter Andre's wife, Jordan (aka Katie Price) has a very strong accent.

The Geordie is easy to spot as well. They tend to say 'ay man'.

People from Birmingham speak too fast. I can hardly understand them.

People from North Wales have a very, very strong accent. I've stayed there for three years but I can never imitate that accent.

Londoners generally have nice accent. That's my favourite actually.

Irish have a very sweet accent. I have an Irish classmate and I always think she has a very nice accent.

Australians have sexy accents. Have you heard Dr Chase from House MD speak? Oh so sexy I tell you!

In case you're wondering, I still speak like a Malaysian, with all the -lah, -lor, -leh etc etc. Even if I were to stay here for another 10-20 years, I don't think I'll have any british accent.

Ok ok ok... time to revise now. you can tell how bored I am by now. I can't wait for 20 June, 1.15pm. I'll be free by then! Then there's end of term party on 21 June. Shame that I'm a lousy drinker.

Note: These are based on my own experience/observation. I'm not sure if they're right. I'm just generalising. :P

Posted by MooPig at 00:47 | Permalink | Comments

Got it off J's blog:

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a
living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath Day,
Is bonny and
blithe and good and gay.

I was born on a Friday.
The Babe was born on a
Monday.
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What about YOU?

Posted by MooPig at 22:01 | Permalink | Comments

I never expected to meet him after 4 years. We totally lost contact after he completed his Masters programme 4 years ago. Few of us had been looking for him but to no avail.

It was July last year. Mommy and I went to Harrods for the summer sale. I thought I saw him so I called out his name but he just continued walking. Fine. Wasn't him then, I thought.

Today, I went to the Malaysian restaurant in Edgware Road- Mawar for dinner. By the way, the Nasi Goreng Kampung was good. It was spicy too! Anyway, while I was day dreaming, I saw this familiar looking guy walked towards his table. It suddenly crossed my mind- YH!! But I wasn't sure so I kept on peeping at him. My friends encouraged me to go up to him but I was worried that I'd make a fool out of myself. I contemplated. I was afraid that if he wasn't YH, I'd be extremely embarrassed. On the other hand, I was worried that if he's really YH, then I'll lose the opportunity to meet him again. I thought about it. Finally I got up and went to the Ladies. After I came out, I walked towards his table and just said 'Excuse me, are you YH?' God knows where the courage came from!! I quickly introduced myself. Thankfully, he turned out to be YH and he remembered me!!!!!!! *wipes cold sweat*

We talked for a bit. When we finished talking, my friends had finished their dinner and mine was the only plate left untouched! He got a job in London. He married his girlfriend. He didn't change much but he's put on some weight.

I certainly never expected to meet him. I could vaguely remember his email address but I never emailed. Aiyoh. I'm too risk averse lah.

It's a small, small world! So yeah, I've found another friend in London! ;)

Posted by MooPig at 01:51 | Permalink | Comments

I'm soooooooooooooo gonna be dead when she finds out. :P

I'm bored. I'm sleepy. I need something to humour me. I looked around and saw her sleeping like this so I quickly snapped this picture. :P

She had to sleep like this cos I switched on the light.

Here you go.

Posted by MooPig at 04:22 | Permalink | Comments

It finally rained today. =)

*skip hop skip hop*

I've been anticipating this day.

I felt so good when it rained. I loved it. I had the urge to go out to the street and play in the rain.

I heard thunder - something I have heard for a long, long time. I missed thunder.

It didn't feel that hot anymore. It was perfect.

I'm looking forward to more rain... but not too much. ;)

I think the Babe brought the rain from Wales. She's here to disturb me spend a couple of nights with me until her mom comes.

The surprise visitor came again. Only this time, he didn't surprise me. He texted about 10 minutes in advanced. He came because he ran out of milk and he claimed he can't live without coffee and milk. I told him I have soya milk instead. He must be really desperate for milk so he took anyway. Hopefully he will like it. :) The Babe was laughing at me. When the surprise visitor visits, we normally hug and peck on the cheeks. He's too tall and I'm too short. I had to tip-toe to hug him and he had to bend down to hug me. :/ I didn't think it was funny until the Babe mentioned it.

Next paper is at 10am. And I'm hyper.

I need to study.

Posted by MooPig at 00:51 | Permalink | Comments

When winter was here, I couldn't wait for spring/summer to come. I was cursing the bitter cold winter. I hated to wrap myself up with layers and layers of clothes before I went out, even to the corner shop. And now, summer is here, and I'm blessed with a temperature of 25'C, I'm complaining about the heat.

Cold, I complain. Hot, I also complain.

OK, OK. The only thing I'm not complaining is I can just go out in shorts and t-shirt.

Hard to please, aye?

oh man, I wish I were in an igloo now!

Last night, I went out for a walk at 1am. I couldn't believe it was so warm! I felt like I was home! I didn't stay long because the street light was out of order and it's not safe to be outside alone at that odd hour (D'uh). I couldn't be bothered to bring out my personal attack alarm.

I'm actually starting to worry now. 2 friends are coming to London in about 2 weeks' time. My studio is like a freaking oven. Even at night. It's 1am now and it's 17'C. It's baking HOT! How are we supposed to survive? I have a little fan but that's not enough. I'm not going to buy another table fan because it's ridiculous. Unless... unless... I buy now and return within 28 days. :P Don't you just love the return policy here? :P

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1. Waking up to a flat tummy. It makes my day! Shut up. I'm vain like that.

2. Having a perfect cuppa in the morning. To be exact, Marks and Spencer English Breakfast tea, brewed to perfection, with a dash of soya milk, accompanied by 2 pieces of McVities Digestive biscuits. When the biscuit melts in my mouth...mmm....

3. The smell of freshly baked bread, cakes and biscuits. Who can resist that?

4. Sitting on the beach in the evening enjoying the breeze... bliss.

5. Having dinner with my family- parents, my vainpot sister and my oh-so-annoying brother.

6. When my little nieces/nephews/cousins hug and kiss me. And when that #2 and #3 nieces play with my long hair; and when #4 allows me to carry her. I love my nieces to the bits. :)

7. When babies/toddlers smile at me. That angelic smile on their face. =) Somehow Asians babies/toddlers are less friendly. My experience tells me so. Whenever I wave at them, they give me *that* look- like saying- why the hell are you waving and smiling at me? i don't even know you!

8. Unexpected text messages/calls/emails from friends just to ask me about my day or just to say hello.

9. Lazing in bed in the morning. I loooooooooove that!

10. When the dial needle of the weighing scale moves to the left. :D i.e lose weight lah. Have I made myself clear, Jason?

Simple, innit?

What's yours?

Posted by MooPig at 21:21 | Permalink | Comments

These few days have been hot. Burning hot. I don't think I'm enjoying the heat anymore.

I want to bathe in ice water.

I want to drink icy cold drinks.

I want an air-cond in my room cos it's so so so hot.

I think I should go to Starbucks and study. *blekk*

I'll be back later. I need to revise... in my baking hot studio.

sangat panas lah!!!!!

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In my opinion lah

• Rufus Wainwright feat Dido- I Eat Dinner
• Rufus Wainwright- Instant Pleasure
• Arctic Monkeys- When The Sun Goes Down - go blast your speakers now
• Arctic Monkeys- Mardy Bum
• Arctic Monkets- A Certain Romance
• Corrine Bailey Rae- Put Your Records On
• Corrine Bailey Rae- Call Me When You Get This
• Corrine Bailey Rae- Like A Star
• Corrine Bailey Rae- Your Love Is Mine
• Lifehouse- Breathin
• Faithless- Insomnia (Big Brother theme song ;)
• Robbie Williams- Make Me Pure
• Robbie Williams- Please Don't Die
• Sheila Majid- Lagenda
• Katie Tunstall- Under the Weather
• Billy Joel- Vienna
• Il Divo Feat Celine Dion- I Belive In You
• Damage- Wonderful Tonight
• Sandi Thom- I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker
  
• Bic Runga- Sway
• Bic Runga- Get Some Sleep
• Joseph McManners- Bright Eyes
• Joseph McManners- Pie Jesu

... in no particular order...

it's so obvious this is a post filler right. =P

It's Friday and it's time for Friday Night With Jonathan Ross! =D
Oh.. and time to see who will be evicted from the Big Brother House! muahahaha

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Porridge with dried scallops and chinese mushrooms, honey glazed salmon, okra with mushrooms and carrots, Fried dace with black beans and Aubergine with pork ribs.

Dinner turned out to be alright. I spent about 4 hours stewing the pork ribs and they turned out to be very, very soft. I was very glad. We couldn't finish the porridge (Oh, nightmare!) because I put too much rice!

I was hungry before dinner time but when I sat down at the dinner table, I didn't have apetite at all. I had half a bowl of porridge and when I was done, I didn't feel like having another bowl so I ended up eating okra and salmon. It's always like that-After spending few hours cooking, I lose the apetite to eat.

Anyway, I had to pick up my friend from the bus stop this evening. I opened the door and I had a shock because the neighbour came back at the same time. I didn't expect anyone to be at the corridor. I told him 'You gave me a shock!' He laughed and said 'Are you alright?' That's so typical of him. Everytime I see him, he asks the same question. He then asked if I was cooking and I said yes. He said 'Smells good!' I thanked him and left. :)

It was good to have J over for dinner. Although it was only 2 hours, it was good enough to make me a happy MooPig! :)

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Been feeling rather down since yesterday so I decided to take some time off to revamp my blog.

Without realising, I've been playing around for a couple of hours. I quite like this template. It's simpler and not so pink-ish. I think the purple colour is a lil too bright though. I tried to play around with the HTML but to no avail. What do ya think? Let me know :)

I've decided to use Blogger's comments because Haloscan ate up my old comments.

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I'm not very good with surprise visitors. I always prefer them to ring up in advanced so I can prepare some drinks/finger food for them and they won't see me in my worst state.

Tonight is the first time I've got a surprise visitor. It was 11.40pm when my mobile rang. The number didn't look familiar and I was hesitating if I should answer that call but I answered anyway. It turned out, my classmate, K, called. He said he's near my place and would like to drop by for 5 mins.

Holy Cow!

I was in my jammies. Braless, if I may add. My room? Messy. Notes, files and books on the floor. Shelf unorganised. Dishes, in the sink. I don't really want to let anyone see the state of my room.

He was literally outside my place when he called. I kept my window open the whole day and I could hear him as we talked. I couldn't say no so I told him to give me 5 minutes to change. I didn't really want to say no to him because the last time he called, I told him I was already in bed when I wasn't. I was still up watching the telly. :P

It was a good thing I bought two bottles of smoothie this afternoon. I hardly buy juice and fizzy drinks because I want to cut down on my sugar intake. I poured him a glass of smoothie and we talked for a bit. He stayed for about 15 minutes before going to his colleague's place.

While it was good to see him, I felt really embarrassed. I'd prefer if he called in advanced so my room will be in a better state. Oh well, at least I get to see him AND I have something to blog. It's been a while since we last met each other.

Time to clean up...... but let the procrastinator procrastinates until the exams are over lah. Hmmmm... any Londoners want to volunteer to clean up my room for me? ;) Next paper tomorrow. Nervous, nervous!!

Posted by MooPig at 00:09 | Permalink | Comments

If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything

I haven't got anything nice to say so I shall shut up... and go to bed.. at 6.22pm. O_o

Am I sure I want to be an accountant ah?

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