MooPig & The Babe

"Someone" who mumbles a lot complained that I haven't been updating.

Well.... the truth is, I have been a little busy. I have an appointment in 10 minutes. I have to go in 5 so I'll make this a quick one.

Short update:
K is here in London for a few days because of a special occassion. Lots happened but that will be in another post. My temper has been unbelieveably bad. It's confirmed- Period is not an excuse. I throw tantrum even when my period is not due to arrive. Damn.

I started a new part time job. Pay is decent. I'm hoping I'll be determined enough to wake up at 5-ish every morning and NOT go back to bed after I finish the first shift. I work 2 shifts a day over 3 days. I get paid end of the week. I'm waiting till the day I can walk into a designer boutique and get a bag that I've been dying to have and PAY WITH MY OWN MONEY! But after doing some thinking, I decided to save 60% of my pay and the remaining shall go into my 'shopping account' or my 'holiday account'. The latter is more important. The sister is demanding for a Louis Vuitton already. At 19 years old, can you believe that! That spoilt little girl! I'll see how my financial situation is first. Oh, if you're wondering, I'll get her a genuine one. (Siapa makan pedas, dialah yang rasa)

Shooot I'm running late. till then

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Not Just the Cold Turning You Blue

It's cold, it's raining and it is the most depressing day of the year.
Psychologist De Cliff Arnall of Cardiff University has named today Blue Monday
after calculating that the final full week of January is the most likely to give
us the blues due to the weather, Christmas debts and broken New Year's
resolutions.

grabbed from the London Lite. 22 January.

Is your Monday blue in colour today? Hopefully not.

Cheerios!

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I'm so knackered. I'm finally in the new room.

The packing was horrendous. The unpacking was just slightly better. So far, I've unpacked everything except two boxes.

After moving, we had to go back to the old flat to clean it up in the afternoon and to meet the idiot landlord at 3. At 3.40pm, he rang up to say he'd be late and would only arrive at 4.30pm. It was impossible because I had to rush to my aunt's. So we agreed to meet at Old Street/City Road but that idiot got lost. He was supposed to return our deposit but he didn't have enough money (yea, right). I gave him one key and agreed to return the key to him when he gives me the deposit. It was like hide and seek before we met up. He claimed to be on City Road but he was on the wrong side of the road. Tsk tsk. I was so stressed out the whole time.

And then I had to rush to my aunt's to collect something to pass to her boyfriend. It was a waste of time to do so because I am so sure she did not need it. I don't mind paying for the transportation but I minded the time and the energy. I was not pissed but was so stressed out from the moving and the crap I got from the landlord. Travelling to and fro took about an hour. By the time I got home, I was in a bad mood and just broke down after I couldn't find the dirty bed sheets. Sigh.

It's been a long day and I have yet to have lunch or dinner.

:(

Grumblings aside, I am SO GLAD that I've moved.

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Reading Jomel's post about her boyfriend meeting the ex reminded me of myself few months ago.

K shared a locker with his ex during term time. They had to clear the locker before the deadline.

On the bus to uni one day, he told me about the locker. He explained that he'd be meeting his ex so she could pick up her stuff as well. He asked me if I wanted to go to the locker room. I was dying to say yes. I wanted to see who she is. But I said no.

I never asked him about his ex-files until we got together few months later. I guess I'm too chicken to know his past history. Perhaps I'm inferior. I feel insecure. What is she's better than me? But he asked about mine when we went to Spain. We were strolling on the beach when he asked me and I told him everything about the exes. He didn't see it as a way of 'being a better boyfriend than the exes'. Rather, he saw it as a way to know me better.

I never looked at it this way. I see it as a competition. I want to be better than his ex. I want my exes to know I have a good boyfriend who is better than them.

Am I the only one who is being bitchy?

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Some time last week, K sent his shirt and mine to the laundry so we went to pick them up yesterday. The bill came up to a whopping 6quid for 2 shirts! We were taken aback because it normally costs less than 2quid to wash a shirt. Another laundry near my flat charges 12quid for 10 shirts, or £1.50 each. So K asked the boss why is it so expensive.

The boss, who looks like a Middle eastern man, said "We charge at this price because we dry clean the shirts. Dry clean is better for the shirt because it won't harm the shirt. If you wash with soap and water, it will damage the material very fast. Other places charge cheap because they are rubbish."

Needless to say, I wasn't impressed at all. First of all, how can he call other laundries rubbish just because they wash instead of dry cleaning the shirts.

This morning, K had to attend an interview. He wanted to wear the shirt. He smelt it and said it stinks. I didn't believe him so I smelt the shirt. It was horrible. I don't know how to describe the smell but it was really horrible. I told him I'd bring it back to the laundry and talk to the boss but he stopped me from doing so. I sniffed my shirt and it was ok. Weird.

I didn't go to the laundry in the afternoon but deep down inside, I was really, really unhappy. We paid so much yet we got such crap service. Those who know me well know that I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT TAKE BAD CUSTOMER SERVICE. If I were in a bad mood, I would kick up a fuss, shout, yell, do whatever I can to get a better customer service. After all, I'm the customer. I don't pay to get crap service.

When my flatmate came back, I showed her the shirt. She smelt and told me to take the shirt far, far away from her. She said it stinks big time and if K were to wear the shirt, even if he showers a hundred times the smell is still there. I know she exaggerated but that shows how stinky that shirt is.

Anyway, I had to go out to the butcher this evening. I took the shirt with me and went to the laundry. The boss came out and I explained to him.

"Did you take this shirt from here?" he asked. He sounded very suspicious.
"Yes. I came yesterday, remember?"
"And what other shirts together?"
"There's a blue striped long sleeve shirt. From TM Lewin."

Silence. He smellt the shirt.

"I don't smell anything at all"
"But it does smell really, really bad. It's like it's never been washed before"
"My dear, look. The collar shows it's been washed before."
"But it really stinks. And the weird thing is, my shirt doesn't stink at all"
"Do you want me to wash it again?"
"Yes please"
"Ok then I'll wash it again but there's no guarantee"
"Can you give me a ticket please?"
"You don't need a ticket"
"Then how can I collect the shirt?"
"I recognise your face"
"But I'll prefer a ticket"
"OK.. what's your name. Write down your name and number"

I stood there and made sure he pinned the ticket to the button of the shirt before I left.

Let's wait and see on Friday.

And I hope K doesn't get angry at me for sending this shirt to the laundry for the second time :P

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I always thought this question is just another silly question I read on Friendster Bulletin but today, this question corssed my mind and I actually spent some time thinking about this question.

I choose the latter.

I hung the roses up side down so they dried up and turned into dried roses. They've been on the wall for about a month now. I felt sorry to throw the dried roses away so I put the rose petals in the bottle. They look pretty in the bottle. =)

That Godiva was absolutely yummylicious!

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Shoulder aches. Backache. Tired.

What's new. It's always the same thing everytime I start packing.

This time round, it's a lot better. I've programmed my mind so I throw away everything which I no longer need. If I look at something, stare at it for more than a minute debating if I should keep, then it goes into the bin. Seriously, I don't understand why I have so much things to pack.

Hopefully I'll end up with lesser stuff this time round.

I need a back massage now!

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I'm not a big fan of Tiramisu but I love making it because it's so simple yet so yummy yummy.

A few days ago, a friend of mine invited us over for dinner and I brought Tiramisu. The moment I brought out the Tiramisu, everyone went "ooh and ahh". They were generous with the praises but I knew something was not quite right.

Last night, I wanted to use up the sponge fingers so I made another Tiramisu. It was definitely better than the other time but it's still not perfect.

I will continue making Tiramisu until I've made the perfect one.

And I only want to use these ingredients: alcohol, mascarpone cheese, cream, sugar, coffee and sponge fingers.

Any volunteers for the next Pick-me-up?

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Dear Mr Mukherjee,

The last time I saw you was in September. You were very sick but you were so determined. You told me stories about your younger days and you also told me how you invented the tube. You showed me your suction diary. You were a meticulous person. You jotted down the date and the time. It was painful but you persevered. You showed me when you took off the tube you couldn't speak anymore. You were very proud of your invention, I remember. Despite the pain and the sufferings, you remained optimistic and I always admired your optimism. I still remember you told me stories about the oxygen level and you had to be on oxygen for more than 12 hours a day. You told me about the oxygen tank story when there was a power cut few days ago. You were amazed at today's technology, you said.

I never regretted going home in September anymore because that was the last time I saw you. That was the last time I hugged and kissed you and it was the last time you told me stories.

Why didn't I see you again before I left? Why? Why? Why? Why did I only see you once? Why?

I still remember the time when you were admitted into USM. I weeped. It was so painful to see you with tubes. I went to visit you. I brought food for you in the evening and I fed you chicken soup, I remember. I could see that you were very happy and proud of me.

Do you still remember you used to write long emails to me when I was in college? You never failed to tell me how proud you were because I always remember you as a 'humble cikgu' and you always treated me like your own daughter. The emails are still in my mail box.

I attended your Advanced English tuition class when I was 14. You never took a single penny from my parents. I never liked it when you ambushed us with vocabulary tests or quizes but now, I really appreciate them. You were the best tuition teacher I've ever had. I'll never find another teacher like you. Do you know, throughout the three and a half years, my proudest moment was when you praised me in front of the whole class after my public speaking? It was in Form 5. You gave me a hard topic but you changed it after you learnt that I came back from Japan. I talked about my experience and you said it was very, very good. That was my proudest moment and I was on cloud 9.

It's too painful to write anymore.

It's too painful.

I'll never see you anymore. I'll never hear your voice. I'll never get to hug and kiss you anymore. But... I'll always, always, always remember the times I visited you, the stories you told me and your optimism towards life.

I know you're in a better world, a better place. You won't suffer anymore. No more pain, no more sufferings.

I'll always love you and will always think of you. You're always in my heart, forever and always.

but it's so painful to see you go.... so so so so painful.

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1 hall of residence, 2 years in the same house in North Wales, a couple of months in a lovely 2 bedroom house in North Wales, a short stint at the aunt's, 10 months of luxury in a studio, 5 months sharing a one bed room flat 5 minutes walk away from the Arsenal Emirates stadium, it's time to move again.

Where to?

Central London!

Yay!

It's been a pretty miserable 5 months living in the current flat. It's a 15 mins walk away from the tube station and only 2 buses run to Central. I never liked the transport system over here. The flat itself is ok but it's too cold in my room and it's warm in the flatmate's! Weird.

5 months ago, I was moaning about packing and moving. 5 months later, it will be the same thing over and over again. Lots of things to throw, lots of lost-and-found. This time, I'll make myself be in the 'chucking things mode' so I'll throw away things which I will no longer use and give away clothes I will no longer wear.

I must count my lucky stars this time. I only saw 1 flat and took it straight away. For the first time in my life, I'm living on the 15th floor. I can see the London Eye from the kitchen. Nice nice! I hope I get along well with the landlady and her husband.

I know no rented property will be perfect until I get MY own place. There will be complains along the line but hey, it's for a few months only and I'll be on the move again.

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Was on the phone with Dad a couple of days ago.

Dad: I got a new car.
Me: I knew it! Just waiting for you to tell me only. you normally get new car after a major accident bla bla bla bla.
Dad laughed.

"So what car did you get?" I asked.
"Kelisa" was the answer.
And I raised my voice because I knew he was lying.

"impossible! You won't get a kelisa for sure."

He laughed. He turned to my brother and said "Di (brother), da jie (eldest sister) doesn't believe Daddy's getting a Kelisa"

"Kancil eh" came the answer from the spoilt brat.

The both of them..... Sigh. :P

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Posted by MooPig at 23:36 | Permalink | Comments

The lazy bum is back.

I did a 2006 review few days before the last day of the year. Sweet. Sour. Spicy. Bitter. There was little bit of everything.

My resolutions for the new year? The cliche ones are to be a better person, control my temper, lose more weight and yada yada yada but there's one resolution I hope to achieve before the 31 December- get a job in the UK.

2007 started off pretty badly for me. I don't know what got into me but my temper was particularly bad. The boyfriend and I had petty arguments so often but we finally talked about it last night (phew!) and everything's all good now.

Looking forward to a better year.

And I wish you and your family
.... better luck
.... better success
.... better health
.... and a better year.

Cheerios!

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