The festive period came and went. I am still in transition. Not working for long periods of time make me all woozy and blonde. Posting a song’s lyrics would solve the new-posting-less state of my blog, but I don’t want to do that too much. So I’ll list things down instead (I'm probably doing that a lot now too.. kan?)
Why I miss England (in no particular order)
1. Jaffa cakes.
2. Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding Sunday lunches at the pub.
3. Strangers calling you love, darling, duck, dear and not sounding sleazy in the process.
4. I haven’t been practising my skill at controlling disgust at the sight of mushy peas.
5. Losing track of days (Hey, I was an undergrad.. it is well within the range of skills required from an undergrad)
6. Walkers cheese & onion crisps.
7. Newcastle city and coast.
8. The sight of Tyne bridge and Angel of the North from the train.
9. Paper wrapped fish and chips with seasoning salt and vinegar.
10. Scrambling away at the mere sight of postgrads. Hehehee..
11. Carboot sale and nonsense people sell there.
12. GNER trains. Train change at York.
13. Obsession with the weather.
14. Having scones with clotted cream and jam.
15. Pakistani-owned cornershops.
16. SPAR’s double chocolate chip cookies.
17. Stopping by the student union for every possible need/want.
18. British pool.
19. Rolling green hills.
20. Buying tulips during spring.
21. Bank holidays.
22. The ease of having a Switch card.
23. Enjoying the sun at public parks.
24. Growing tulips and daffodils and foxgolves in autumn.
25. Chips buttie.
26. Marvelling at how miniscule bedsits are.
27. AMAZING Christmas window displays.
28. Cobbled streets.
29. Eating cheese sandwich with crisps.
30. Kebabs.
31. People taking second third looks at you for looking “exotic” when you’re really one ordinary looking Malay.
32. Watching snooker on telly.
33. Breathing in crisp cold air when you first step out of the house.
34. Castles.
35. Covent Garden, Camden, Portobello markets.
36. London sights.
37. Getting amazed at the drones of people out to shop on Boxing day.
38. Super-friendly bus drivers.
39. Ploughman’s sandwich.
40. Watching teenage girls in Kappa trackie suits with gold jewellery pushing prams ala Vicky Pollard of Little Britain.
41. Pub grub.
42. The winter coat-muffler-skinny jumper-knee length skirt-knee high boots look.
43. Getting amazed at the amount of alcohol stocked up in the off license.
44. Getting amazed at the amount of alcohol bought from the off license.
45. Having custard with every possible type of dessert.
46. Jacket potatoes with cheese and sour cream and mushrooms (and whatever else you can think of and wish to put in it).
47. Seeing people start getting pissed at the Student Union as early at 11 a.m.
48. Being greeted with a “hiya” instead of “hi”.
49. Marks & Sparks’ 2 slice cheesecake pack and having its chocolate croissant for breakfast. OMG!! No wonder I was chunky.
50. Seeing old people in old style tweed jackets.
51. People having/making tea all the time.
52. Walking past the travel agent’s window and see packages being offered.
53. Beautiful falling snowflakes.
54. King prawn fried rice.
55. Bonfire Night.
56. Getting stunned by thick Geordie accent each time.
57. Lilt.
58. Muller’s yogurt.
59. Findus frozen lasagne.
60. Having a sandwich on a bench at Grey's monument and feeding chicken-resembling pigeons.
61. Boots!!
*sob*
Tuesday, 31 October 2006
Thursday, 19 October 2006
got matchmade?
A last minute 2 person quiet break-fast do turned out to be an 8 person chill out session. Some of us haven't seen each other in months. Tales of pre-historic years and concerted immensely moronic behaviours were reminded to bring about hysterical laughters.
A lot of catching up was also involved - work updates, baby strollers discussions, who & who's wedding preparations, carpet purchase, raya plans, handbag du jour, holidays, job interview, weight loss methods, postgraduate coursework topics. Of course the inevitable usual matchmaking discussion also emerged.
I looked at MBF and silently mouthed 'Help'. She grinned.
I am impressed that they STILL have other friends to matchmake me with. Nonetheless I know they mean well and they care about me :)
Previously this topic was a somewhat taboo to me -- I used to violently decline each time this issue is brought up. They would stoically insist for weeks and I would reluctantly go with a whole army batallion and arrange for another friend to call me at a certain time so I would be able to excuse myself and conveniently leave the scene.
This carried on until MBA blasted me for being fearful and downright idiotic. He knew that I was happy with the way I run my life and brainwashed me -- being matchmade isn’t synonymous with being unhappy. He successfully gave me a new mantra -- there is nothing wrong with getting to know people. Which gave me some degree of courage. Perhaps a wee bit too much.
Because immediately after that I met a person who insisted that we should get to know each other solely because he thought I was aesthetically pleasing. Considering I was sporting my scruffy-and-too-late-for-shower-to-enjoy-my-extremely-late-Saturday-breakfast look when he first laid eyes on me, I relented. He turned out to be a bore, 40 (whatt? he didn't look it - credit to him), separated from his wife for the past 8 years, with children aged 12 and 7. I am horrible at calculations but I didn't even bother asking how come his son is 7 when he has separated for 8 years. Else than that, I experienced zero mental stimulation and more than once he wanted to stroke my face and took the liberty to voice out his analysis that I smoke far too much. I cut it short and never returned any of his phonecalls.
These are reasons why I find it uncomfortable being matchmade and these issues are not constricted; i.e. they’re bound to grow with more outings:
1. the person being matchmade is equally uncomfortable with the idea/is not keen with getting to know someone/is actually seeing someone and the matchmaker isn't aware of that fact.
2. if you do hit it off, the matchmaker/s will be gagging to know the day-to-day progress you have made and unintentionally leaves you feeling somewhat incomplete if the progress is the same as yesterday’s.
3. he could be a complete dufus and you would rather spend the time having all your molars from both your upper and lower teeth extracted at the very same time and recovering from it.
4. if you do enjoy his company, you can never be sure whether you are communicating with him too little/too much/too fast/too slow.
5. when you do communicate, there is no way of knowing whether he understands what you exactly mean. Yet if you explain things to him to rid of any possible misunderstandings, he sizes you up as a too eager psychotic nut rushing into things.
6. nobody, even yours truly, has yet to understand this habit of looking at things from 1,397 angles but still failing to overcome the fear.
Honestly, it is all extremely confusing business to me. But I still bother sometimes. Whatever.
A lot of catching up was also involved - work updates, baby strollers discussions, who & who's wedding preparations, carpet purchase, raya plans, handbag du jour, holidays, job interview, weight loss methods, postgraduate coursework topics. Of course the inevitable usual matchmaking discussion also emerged.
I looked at MBF and silently mouthed 'Help'. She grinned.
I am impressed that they STILL have other friends to matchmake me with. Nonetheless I know they mean well and they care about me :)
Previously this topic was a somewhat taboo to me -- I used to violently decline each time this issue is brought up. They would stoically insist for weeks and I would reluctantly go with a whole army batallion and arrange for another friend to call me at a certain time so I would be able to excuse myself and conveniently leave the scene.
This carried on until MBA blasted me for being fearful and downright idiotic. He knew that I was happy with the way I run my life and brainwashed me -- being matchmade isn’t synonymous with being unhappy. He successfully gave me a new mantra -- there is nothing wrong with getting to know people. Which gave me some degree of courage. Perhaps a wee bit too much.
Because immediately after that I met a person who insisted that we should get to know each other solely because he thought I was aesthetically pleasing. Considering I was sporting my scruffy-and-too-late-for-shower-to-enjoy-my-extremely-late-Saturday-breakfast look when he first laid eyes on me, I relented. He turned out to be a bore, 40 (whatt? he didn't look it - credit to him), separated from his wife for the past 8 years, with children aged 12 and 7. I am horrible at calculations but I didn't even bother asking how come his son is 7 when he has separated for 8 years. Else than that, I experienced zero mental stimulation and more than once he wanted to stroke my face and took the liberty to voice out his analysis that I smoke far too much. I cut it short and never returned any of his phonecalls.
These are reasons why I find it uncomfortable being matchmade and these issues are not constricted; i.e. they’re bound to grow with more outings:
1. the person being matchmade is equally uncomfortable with the idea/is not keen with getting to know someone/is actually seeing someone and the matchmaker isn't aware of that fact.
2. if you do hit it off, the matchmaker/s will be gagging to know the day-to-day progress you have made and unintentionally leaves you feeling somewhat incomplete if the progress is the same as yesterday’s.
3. he could be a complete dufus and you would rather spend the time having all your molars from both your upper and lower teeth extracted at the very same time and recovering from it.
4. if you do enjoy his company, you can never be sure whether you are communicating with him too little/too much/too fast/too slow.
5. when you do communicate, there is no way of knowing whether he understands what you exactly mean. Yet if you explain things to him to rid of any possible misunderstandings, he sizes you up as a too eager psychotic nut rushing into things.
6. nobody, even yours truly, has yet to understand this habit of looking at things from 1,397 angles but still failing to overcome the fear.
Honestly, it is all extremely confusing business to me. But I still bother sometimes. Whatever.
Monday, 16 October 2006
of footie and Birkin
Yeah, yeah. We lost at home. As I heavy heartedly wave goodbye to the 3 points we so closely realised and will never get a second chance to attain, I switched off the telly. We were 14th before the defeat. I didn’t even want to know where we currently are.
Immediately a text came in. A forwarded text from a Boro fan who found the fact that we lost at home hilarious. Aaah.. I forgot now that Sunderland’s gone, our derby team is Boro. And we’re playing them this weekend at The Riverside. Mr I, do you realise I have never met you? So please, stop giving me abuse about the team I support! And Woodgate was supposed to come back to us okay?
Another text came in. A Liverpool fan whom I always watch the EPL matches with, felt sorry for us losing. The other apologised, as did one Arsenal fan.
This morning after our phonecall, MBF texted me as she thought it amusing that we lost to Bolton. I did nicely tell her not to mention footie to me today. And that since she doesn’t know who Liverpool’s current strikers are, she really is in no position to call herself a Kop fan and should just keep mum about our loss. Well. She didn’t. She was just asking for it. I exploded.
*sigh*
At least I’m not a glory supporter…
P/S: Mr I, I'll probably put up with your text-message-abuse in exchange for a Birkin...
Edit: I was just informed that Mr I is actually Mr E... See what I mean??
Immediately a text came in. A forwarded text from a Boro fan who found the fact that we lost at home hilarious. Aaah.. I forgot now that Sunderland’s gone, our derby team is Boro. And we’re playing them this weekend at The Riverside. Mr I, do you realise I have never met you? So please, stop giving me abuse about the team I support! And Woodgate was supposed to come back to us okay?
Another text came in. A Liverpool fan whom I always watch the EPL matches with, felt sorry for us losing. The other apologised, as did one Arsenal fan.
This morning after our phonecall, MBF texted me as she thought it amusing that we lost to Bolton. I did nicely tell her not to mention footie to me today. And that since she doesn’t know who Liverpool’s current strikers are, she really is in no position to call herself a Kop fan and should just keep mum about our loss. Well. She didn’t. She was just asking for it. I exploded.
*sigh*
At least I’m not a glory supporter…
P/S: Mr I, I'll probably put up with your text-message-abuse in exchange for a Birkin...
Edit: I was just informed that Mr I is actually Mr E... See what I mean??
Sunday, 8 October 2006
mini horseshoe pendant
I’ll just write this since I’m itching to post something and I have 2 seconds to spare.
Have you checked out my wishlist? It’s on my profile page and there are currently 4 items on my wishlist. If you have checked it out, you will have seen this cute horseshoe pendant necklace by Crislu sold at Nordstrom. If you click at that link, you will see a close-up photo of a woman wearing it. Absolutely stunning...
The thing is, I have been searching for a tiny horseshoe pendant necklace for at least 5 years now. And yes, though I know Tiffany & Co has them; no, I don’t have moolah coming out of my ears so that option is out the window.
If somebody knows for a fact where to find one right here in our hazed out Klang Valley (else than Tiffany & Co), please be an angel and let me know. I’ll treat you to a nice dinner… Anyone?
Have you checked out my wishlist? It’s on my profile page and there are currently 4 items on my wishlist. If you have checked it out, you will have seen this cute horseshoe pendant necklace by Crislu sold at Nordstrom. If you click at that link, you will see a close-up photo of a woman wearing it. Absolutely stunning...
The thing is, I have been searching for a tiny horseshoe pendant necklace for at least 5 years now. And yes, though I know Tiffany & Co has them; no, I don’t have moolah coming out of my ears so that option is out the window.
If somebody knows for a fact where to find one right here in our hazed out Klang Valley (else than Tiffany & Co), please be an angel and let me know. I’ll treat you to a nice dinner… Anyone?
Friday, 6 October 2006
isn't it Friday in your country too?
If they absolutely have GOT to piss me off, must it be done on a Friday afternoon?
I am not very fond of those who insist on having a meeting once a week and call you every damn day for their many questions (which 9 out of 10 times are ALREADY answered by way of a letter/email which of course, somehow, mysteriously went AWOL in their land. As did their memory).
I mean, I am not in-house – you are. With the greatest respect, I have others to attend to and no, I haven’t got the time or the slightest interest regarding your business decisions. I have made clear your options so decide already!!
And stop giving me abuse about the receptionist refusing to give out my mobile number to you. It’s firm policy so deal with it.
Sayang?
WTF??!!
Euw..
*sigh*
How is it that today is Friday?
I am not very fond of those who insist on having a meeting once a week and call you every damn day for their many questions (which 9 out of 10 times are ALREADY answered by way of a letter/email which of course, somehow, mysteriously went AWOL in their land. As did their memory).
I mean, I am not in-house – you are. With the greatest respect, I have others to attend to and no, I haven’t got the time or the slightest interest regarding your business decisions. I have made clear your options so decide already!!
And stop giving me abuse about the receptionist refusing to give out my mobile number to you. It’s firm policy so deal with it.
Sayang?
WTF??!!
Euw..
*sigh*
How is it that today is Friday?
Thursday, 5 October 2006
Monday, 2 October 2006
fluff-boy tales
Browsing for some treats for the kittens at the pet store last Saturday, I came across a cutesy t-shirt which I reckon tailored for little dogs. I held up the cream one and imagined my cat in it... hehe... What a cute image... At the very least he would blend in – it is the same shade as his fur. But the neck is too uncomfortable for my fatty.
Then I saw the same one in lilac... Maybe it’s a bit gay for my boy but I simply love the shade. And it came in a size bigger... I bought it, together with the food treats for the baby cats and buggered off home.
Once home I placed him on my lap and put the t-shirt on. Fits him well... I wasn’t surprised when I saw the look on his face -- not pleased. To be honest he’s got an annoyed look on his face almost all the time anyway. He’s a grumpy 11 year old and each time he wants to go out someone has to keep an eye on him. Why? Because he doesn’t know how to come back. He just walks in one direction. Maybe I should get the waistcoat with the leash next time? Then we can go for walks.
I took in his appearance slowly and it put a grin on my face – cute nya… He looks a tad like a male lion because the t-shirt holds down the fur from under his neck to his belly so it makes the fur on his face look extremely poofed up. And his ass just looks enormous and fluffy wearing that t-shirt... That said, the lilac suits him well. After a while he tried licking the t-shirt and started walking as if impersonating a Bassett... At one point he was doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk... Hehehehe... So adorable… After a while, he gave up, jumped on the bed and did what he does best -- napped.
He’s one cute kitty with or without the t-shirt :)
Then I saw the same one in lilac... Maybe it’s a bit gay for my boy but I simply love the shade. And it came in a size bigger... I bought it, together with the food treats for the baby cats and buggered off home.
Once home I placed him on my lap and put the t-shirt on. Fits him well... I wasn’t surprised when I saw the look on his face -- not pleased. To be honest he’s got an annoyed look on his face almost all the time anyway. He’s a grumpy 11 year old and each time he wants to go out someone has to keep an eye on him. Why? Because he doesn’t know how to come back. He just walks in one direction. Maybe I should get the waistcoat with the leash next time? Then we can go for walks.
I took in his appearance slowly and it put a grin on my face – cute nya… He looks a tad like a male lion because the t-shirt holds down the fur from under his neck to his belly so it makes the fur on his face look extremely poofed up. And his ass just looks enormous and fluffy wearing that t-shirt... That said, the lilac suits him well. After a while he tried licking the t-shirt and started walking as if impersonating a Bassett... At one point he was doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk... Hehehehe... So adorable… After a while, he gave up, jumped on the bed and did what he does best -- napped.
He’s one cute kitty with or without the t-shirt :)
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