Ice cream!!!

I likey!! Baskin Robbins Malaysia is still having their 31% off on every 31st. Weee!! I loves them!!

Just that I am a bit disappointed I didn’t get the flavor I want. I’m a bit jaded with chocolate chocolate and more chocolate. You know how Ben & Jerry’s can be. They really believe that chocolate is a girl’s best friend and that she wouldn’t need a break from it. Still, in the end… I can’t remember what is the name of the flavor I got, but it has a vanilla ice cream base, with cookie crumbles with some of them coated with chocolate, chocolate pieces and caramel ribbons.

Oh well…

However, I am really annoyed with the working people. Annoying as hell!! They would take some number…. Alright I would have to explain the system first…

As they have the offer every 31st (thus the offer only happens when the month have a 31st, like January, July, Aug, etc. Months like February and November do not have the offer), Baskin Robbins know how crowded it would get. So they have this queuing system, where you take a number and wait for your number to be called.

Those uncivilized would take the number and go and have their lunch…  And when they’re gone, the people serving would be calling out their number on top of their lungs… Obviously no one will respond as no one around in the shop has that number… So the number called continues.

Then those idiots come back and demand for them to be served, since their number was called before.

I think it is grossly unfair that these people could get away with both. That just shows how uncivilized even professionals in Malaysia are. And you want us to be considered first world country? Please!! With that kind of thinking, there’s still a LOOOOONNNGGGG way to go!! You should line up and wait for your turn!! You think you’re the only one whose time is ticking? Time waits for NO man, which means that time doesn’t wait for us as well.

Stupid jokers. Even stupider are the people who actually serve them.

I can’t stand these impatient people who cut lines. How awfully RUDE.

Urgh!!

Hehehehehe

more cat pictures

The ginger hamster is me, and the other one is either Faliq or my mom.

Though I think the situation hardly arise when I go out with my mom anymore.

Heeee. So cute!!

PostSecret

I love reading that blog. It’s amazing. It makes you realize that you’re not alone. Though it doesn’t help you feel belonged, you still have the knowledge that you’re not odd; there are other people who’s going through the same thing.

And that’s a wonderful feeling.

However, for me, the best thing about PostSecret is the fact that it uses homemade postcards. I like best those that are handwritten.

My writing slants to the left, but I write with my right hand.

My mom has criticized time and again how can my writing slant to the left, and that I must be the only one who writes that way. She finds it really odd that my writing slants to the left but I write with my right hand.

I know there’s no way I can tell if the secret’s author writes with their left or right hand, but every time I see such writing, I get extremely happy.

I also brought back one of the feedback on one of my essays because the examiner’s writing slants to the left. I had framed it and had put it on my mom’s dressing table.

Just to remind her, every day, when she’s getting ready, that I’m not lying when I say I know someone whose writing slants to the left as well.

And it annoys her to no end.

The comment is now in my room, and has been taken out from the frame. I don’t need to be reminded of the fact.

I am no longer bothered that my writing slants to the left. I do believe that we write the way we do due to our personality.

And the fact that so few people write with a left slants means I’m special.

Shopping List

Screw it… Since I made one list, I might as well make another… And it helps that blogs have dates!! I made a list on a post it and pasted it on my dressing table… Somehow it got lost. Hrmph.

• Lipbalm
• Bluetack
• Soft toothbrush
• Colgate toothpaste
• Green Tea Olive Oil (it works wonders on your hair)
• Nail buffer
• Eyedrops
• Facial wipes
• ZA Two way foundation cake refills. I love this foundation. The rare times I now wear foundation. Weird that now my skin is clearer that I’m lazy to wear any make up. Hmmm…
• Small shark clips for my long fringe. A bit bothersome, but I don’t want to get bangs!!
• Tweezers, because I stupidly left my superb one in England. Probably splurge and get a Shu Uemura one. Wahaha. Am not sure what is its brand already though. Haha
• Hair masque. Any recommendations?
• Shower gel. Damn, I really don’t know which should I get…
• Johnson & Johnson Baby Powder; because it smells neutral.
• Dettol
• Those adorable cute plasters.
• Shades
• Sandals/ selipar Jepun. Hahaha.
• Rattan baskets
• Mengkuang bekas-like thingies… Okay I don’t know how to describe it ok!!
• Shorts
• HCSD cards just one though…
• External hard drive for my pictures; 30gb will be too small!!!! 160GB I named it “Beep.” Heee
• A “housewarming gift” for Beda from Sarawak, even though I wouldn’t be going to her new place anymore. Sniff sniff. I absolutely adore your apartment!!!
• A new mp3 player. Mine literally fell apart few days ago. It fell off my bed. Heee
• A gift for my mom, using her money. How nice. Her hanging drawers from IKEA for her hijabs.
• Screen protector for my p5100; oh and a cover as well…
• A bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I earn my own keep and be able to keep a pet. I want a white lop!!
• A night light. Ended up with a table lamp from IKEA. However, I got a energy saving bulb so it’ll be dim
• Caplang handbag; because I’m too scared to use my designer bags. Hahaha
• A watch

I’ll continue when I remember. I love mega sale. I hate that I am not earning. Sigh…

What I need…

I see that my blog is somewhat turning into my wardrobe… If one can actually define their wardrobe in words.

Here, I’m going to be making a list of things I need to shop for. Will be putting a link at the side of the blog for me to keep track whether I’ve gotten the things… Well it’ll just be lose definition of things. Won’t be too specific, like, say… Navy Big Pony Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt. Hehehe. Ok wait, is that how it is described? Ah well. Mine would just be like this:

• Belt
• Waist belt… or maybe colorful wide ribbons instead. Hmmm…
• Shirts
• Tops; casual. Like Ts but not T-shirts. I’m complicated
• Blue shirt!!!! I have too many pinks!!!
• Strappy heels. I don’t care. I want more. There’s no such thing as “too many shoes.” Oh, I don’t need pumps; got them in England.

• Skirts that are more formal looking…

• Jeans!!!! I truly regret now for sending my stuff via container. Huhu. Nonetheless, it is the Mega Sale!! Weeee!!!!
• Something formal for a dinner, but not too fancy, as I’ll be amongst boring Social Scientist. Hehehe. Ahh… benefits of my contacts!! Free dinner. Blek (Note to self: This need to be purchased by this weekend; you’re going to Kuching next week!!! Find after MSLS if need be!!)

Why do I feel as if I’ve listed out every type of clothing I wear except for T-shirts? Hrmph. I am so unadventurous and too lazy to define things. I sooo need money!!! I am so taking up the offer of ironing clothes for my friend/dentist!!

Edit:  I absolutely love Cats Whiskers and little.black.book

Random facts about my wardrobe

It would make a kampung person embarrassed!! Seriously!! Such horrible conditions!! Eaten by moth… moles everywhere… seriously!!!!!!

I have quite a few T-shirts which I’ve had since I was 7. My goodness!! Do I hate shopping that much?

Most of my T-shirts have cartoon prints on them. Hehehe. I don’t like boring plain Ts. Shirts, on the other hand…

We have waaayyyyy too many hangers!! Good thing I wasn’t crazy enough to bring back my hangers from England!! Of all things!!!

I really am a material snob. Man… About half of my tailored clothes are made from silk, the rest cotton. Only 3 are man-made material; mainly because my mom didn’t want me dirtying my clothes when I’m back at the village. Even at the age of 20, I still played with dirt with my cousins. Ridiculous, really. Or maybe because I was the only other cousin available for her to play with… Hmmm. Oh, this said cousin is only 5. Haha. When I was 5, we (4 of us, 2 boys and 2 girls) came back with mud covering us from head to toe. Okay I’m exaggerating. Haha. However, that has happened!! When it rained heavily. We had a habit of playing in the rain. Okay, I still do, even in England. Hahaha.

Most of the things that I’m giving to my cousins are not really hand me downs; more than half I have never even tried!! Hehe. This is due to my laziness in shopping and my mom’s rather different taste. She thinks I should wear more feminine colors. I think I have too many pink-whatever. And my mom always thinks I’m much bigger than I actually am. Super annoying.

I love the time when I was in Taylor’s. I got to be proud of my heritage through my clothing. I have Chinese-looking tops (which really made me look Chinese) and quite a number of baju kurung thanks to my stint there. I still wore baju kurung when I’m in England; usually when I wake up with barely enough time to get ready and no time to choose an outfit. However, this happens very rarely as it would be too bloody cold to wear baju kurung in the Midlands.

I absolutely hate Thai silk (sorry Dee!!) as a material but absolutely love the colors they come up with. It takes forever to iron and creases easily. Urghh!! Still, didn’t stop me from having 5 outfits with it. Hehehe.

I have this top which has the weirdest material combination. Linen and some man-made material. Maybe nylon? Basically, a material that melts easily. With linen. What in the world??? Clearly I wasn’t thinking about how to iron it when I bought it, as it is so pretty. However, now it shows the telltale of hot iron accidentally touching the sensitive man-made material. Sigh. Doesn’t look so pretty anymore…

My mom just gave me an amazing nyonya kebaya top, made out of French lace. And it is my size!! Well, maybe snug a bit here and lose a bit there… Not telling where.

All the skirts I own are either black, or white, or black and white. :S

I can fit into my kains but not my kebaya tops. Arrggghhhhh!!!!

My slacks are missing. Where in the world are they??? MSLS is coming soon!!!!

I really need to change my wardrobe. Desperately. Which means I need a job that pays, desperately.

Not one that I do with my mom. No more. I didn’t even get to see the damn money, goddamn it!!

“Oh? I thought it was to pay for your ticket to go back to England?”

Grrrr…

Random: I want to get Beep.

Beeeeeepppp!!!! Where are you oh my dear Beep???

Bleh

I woke up ridiculously late just now; I feel horrible. Sigh.

The post on petrol is taking a bit too long. I’m getting bored with it.

So I’m tidying my room. Or more like, making it messier by going through my wardrobe.

Damn I have a lot of old T-shirts. What the hell did I wear to go out???

Gahh. I sooo need to shop. Sadly, no income is coming in.

I sooo need a job. Sigh.

Something that wouldn’t tie me down here though…

Sigh.

I should be sleeping

I’m having breakfast with a friend at 7.30am. Yet I’m awake. Stupid stomach. No idea why is it so miserable.

Sigh. I need to have a spring cleaning session. It is long due. It is almost autumn anyway. Also, there are waaayyyyy too many clothes that are full with moles and those that I wouldn’t be able to fit. I really need to lose weight to fit into those tiny clothes of mine.

I also need to tidy up my room. I need to get rid of my mom’s silks. What the hell man, dumping the stuff in my room when hers is like double the size of mine. Sigh. She really has too many clothes. Sigh. And she would always deny it. Yet she complains over the fact that I have too many shoes. Bleh.

I need to make my room more cozy. Now it looks like an adult and a child are clashing heads on deciding who gets which part of the room. And my plushies!! Quite a number of them hidden in the closet since my grandmother came to send my mom off in December. She doesn’t like my having dolls in the house.

Man, I want to get rid of my A-level notes. I still have them, believe it or not. Urgh. Going to throw them away. Okay, more like I’ll go searching for a recycling center and dump them there. I also want to get rid of all my magazines; CLEO, seventeen, whatever else. Going to only keep Off the Edge. Which is pissing me off. I only got two copies from them. I subscribed before I left so that I’ll be able to read them when I get back. Now I’m stuck reading back issues of “the Economist” instead. Hrmph. Same ol’ same ol’. I am so going to call them and make noise. How dare they take my money and not give me my side of the deal!!

I really want to get rid of the dust collectors. Finally I’m following what my ENT asked me to since I first saw him. Well, since I live here only for 3 months in a year then, I didn’t bother. Also, I ensured that my room in England wasn’t dusty!! Just, very messy. There’s a difference!!

Hrmph. He said I wouldn’t survive in the Irish Midlands. He graduated from UCD, you see. Yes, you UCD people can holler with pride. How dare he say I cannot survive there!! I survived the English Midlands just fine ok!!

It also helps that he doesn’t really know, like me, what exactly am I allergic to; which particular pollen.

Still, I survived having a bloody birch just outside my window in my second year, whatever Ireland has in store, I can take it. If it is only grass… Hahaha. He’s losing; I am not allergic to grass pollen. I can roll around grass and I wouldn’t get effected. Or maybe I do, but so insignificant anyway.

I just can’t imagine how am I going to rearrange my room though. I just can’t think of how can I make it look pleasant. Too many things clash with each other. Some too plastic-y stuff, some antiques, some solid wood… blablabla. Sigh. So confusing!!

And I suddenly feel sleepy. Urgh. This is silly!!

I’m going to continue crapping…

Went to Tesco’s today for our… I don’t know… monthly? or maybe fortnightly… marketing. Man, things have been increasing in price eh? Not too significant, in my opinion. Reasonable, somewhat. Not like how I expected when I saw how my friends were reacting once they touch down in Malaysia. Still, possibly they meant luxury goods that I would never consume that has increase in price significantly…

Powdered milk price is the most significant that I realized. So significant, I decided I won’t buy it yet. I’ll only get it when I need it. I can’t remember exactly how much it was before; I just know it’s significant. I’m sure my mom knows exactly how much was the increase. She enjoys those kind of things; remembering price of things. No idea how she does it. I’m just horrible with numbers.

Also, a bottle of coke now cost rm3. I thought it was possible to get it for less than rm2 before I left? Maybe I thought wrong. I haven’t drank coke by choice for a very long time. Only drink it when I have no other drink.

I sooo need to have the habit of bringing my own water when I go out now. Especially since most of the drinks that the restaurant serve are fizzy drinks. It’s rather annoying, really. We had lunch at the Chicken Rice Shop. Omigod!! The food was soooo salty!! Maybe since I’ve been cooking for myself all these while, I have gotten use to such little salt. I think I’ll be cooking most of what I consume from now on. I can’t take the amount of salt “normal” people consume. I think eating out would be a proper meal thing; hardly anymore will we eat hawker food. I am willing to cook now since I was forced to cook for my mom when she was in England and she thinks my cooking is good enough. Nothing is now worth it.

I still support the reduce in subsidy of petrol…

Oh crap. Just at the brink of the fun part do I need to yawn non-stop. I better sleep then.

Arrgghhhh!! I was supposed to sort out my clothes!! Grrr…

On insults

“Hoi!! Kau ingat kau siapa, ha? Dah lah gigi buruk!! Nak marah-marah orang pulak!!“

Translation: “Hoi, who do you think you are? Doesn’t help that you have horrible teeth, and now you want to scold me?”

Seriously… What the hell?

I’ve been hanging out with my dentist a bit too much…

Still, she is fun company. Hahaha.

I must be insane

Random thought: how in the world did searching for “slutty cartoon” result into finding my blog? Seriously?

I accidentally cut myself. At my foot. Been “shaving” the dead skin. “Hanani,” my mom said, “could you please stop it already? You’ll soon cut yourself.”

I thought it would be impossible; my skin there is super thick!! Or so I thought.

I was horrified at first, but when I realize the implications, I was happy. Happy beyond words.

Hahahaha.

Finally, the skin on the soles of my feet are thin enough for myself to accidentally cut myself.

Hehehehe.

I was telling my mom, “now the fish at fish spa wouldn’t even bother coming to my feet; nothing for them to munch on.”

Man… I am obsessed with soft feet.

I blame my mom and my aunt. Always harping at me to wear slippers in the house.

Oh yes, regardless of how crazy I am over shoes, I don’t particularly like wearing them in the house. I am very Asian in that sense.

They always tell me to wear slippers in the house so as to protect my feet from having skin that is too thick and would eventually lead to cracked heels. So I started using pumice stones and foot scrubs.

Then Faliq was gushing over how nice is it to have pedicures. We wanted to have one, and finally got one when we were in Lake District. The lady did a horrible job at it. I wanted to minimize my loses. I went to search for the file she was using. I found it; my first love, the pedicure file. I used it literally every day and still I wasn’t satisfied. Still, it was much better than what the lady did, the lazy fool.

The day before I left, I went to Sainsbury’s to get some last minute things. I saw the corn and callus remover. I thought why not eh… Just get it. The stupid blade is too near to the closing… So it is almost impossible to use…

I went to Watson’s just now… A pharmacy, for those of you who don’t know. Saw the same thing there, and with more gap between the blade and the closing, and cost less than rm10. I thought, why not eh? Just get it.

And tried it almost immediately after I got back.

OMG I can see pinkish skin. Ahhhh!! So exciting!!

Thought of using the pedicure file to smoothen out the uneven skin. Since I cut myself, I better let the wound heal first.

Comments

Here’s a reason why I don’t particularly like people leaving comments.

I don’t know how to respond to it.

Should I have a new post responding to a comment… Or should I reply by posting another comment?

If I did the latter, would the person know that I responded?

Faliq, don’t feel hurt. You’re just the reason why I’m posting it now instead of later. I’ve wanted to post about this quite some time ago. Just that your comment has made it imminent for me to talk about this.

Not that I am bothered with your comment It is flattering to know someone really likes my baking!!

However, seriously, you want to eat baked goods everyday for lunch ke? Tak takut muak ke?

I was thinking, my cookie empire might just rule the world near Eid period…

And to be based in Canary Wharf? Do they even serve cookies for Christmas? I know I should know better than you in that area… They don’t.

At least, my family doesn’t.

Unlike my mom’s karipap empire, my cookie empire as to be seasonal, I think.

Anyway, comments, yes.

I much prefer “commenting” on a post with the author directly instead of leaving a comment on the said author’s blog, especially when I know the author. It would make it easier for me to know what the author was thinking when writing the entries. I only leave comments on blogs whose author I do not know.

A lot of blogs fall into that category. However, only a handful of the blogs that I read fall onto that category.

I also leave comments on blogs whose author find commenting on the blog is preferable. Whether it is to make it seem their blog is popular or for their ego or they don’t like discussing their posts in real life (this I find weird. I mean, you are the author of that entry and you have used your real identity. So why don’t you like? Unless you can’t take criticism, which is sad, really), I’ll humor the said authors.

Oh, I wouldn’t deny that a lot of my posts would be inspired by people I know in real life. Everyone in my life will have a chance to be my muse. I am not selective like fashion designers. Everything inspires me.

My respecting your privacy is by not giving away your identity. However, some small information might be given away to make my piece more plausible, or make more sense. Nevertheless, I doubt people would really know it is you. Unless, of course, you give yourself away or you’re the only person who has such personality. If you’re the latter, consider yourself unique, not weird.

So yes, if you know me in real life and know how to contact me personally, I much prefer if you do it that way than leaving comments on my blog. Then we can discuss what you agree and don’t agree about the said entry. Have a healthy discussion and what not. I can explain why I have such views and can understand why you don’t agree with my view.

Woop woop!!

I am getting a new mixer.

Hahahaha. Seriously, it is rather lame to be excited over getting a new mixer.

Still, when you’ve been using one that’s older than you, you would be!!

My mom was telling me I should find out what I want from the HSBC rewards; we have points that’s expiring.

Saw a Kenwood mixer that we could get with our points. And got a sandwich maker.

Weeee!!!

Mine!! Wahaha.

Next I want a proper weighing scale. Then I can start my cookie empire. Wahaha.

I’m a bit crazy. Forgive me. Hehehe.

Tacky

Guys should never ever try to expose too much skin.

Not even if you’re Danial Craig, or Pierce Brosnan.

I can’t resist putting in Pierce Brosnan with it. It’s not because both of them were/are Bond. It’s just that, I remember my class teacher saying “kalau you all Pierce Brosnan, tak pe jugak tak nak butangkan baju.” (If you people are Pierce Brosnan, it wouldn’t be so bad if you do not want to button up your shirts). She taught me history, and the only think I can remember of her is that she likes Pierce Brosnan’s chest. Hahaha.

Oh no. I do not enjoy seeing men, regardless how buff, with too little clothes, i.e. shirtless.

Or even with their shirts unbuttoned.

Okay I don’t like people buttoning their buttons up to the neck if they’re not wearing ties, but really… two max for the amount of buttons you don’t use.

Especially guys with no chest hair.

Have you seen the August issue of seventeen? the supposedly “summer hunk”?

He looks like a pondan to me. Not to say that he is, but he does look the part. He is perfectly fine in the pictures with the T-shirts… but the unbuttoned shirt… Oh puh-leeze!!!

I have nothing against gays or effeminate men, but I have A LOT against pondans. Yes, there’s a difference. Pondan has a bad connotation to it. They’re what people think gay men are; always thinking about sex.

They are the reasons why it would be hard for gay men to come out of their closets in Malaysia, in my opinion.

I also have something against guys wearing sleeveless tops, even when they’re playing sports. I just cannot stand it.

Men should hide as much of their skin as possible.

Seriously.

On a random note; I didn’t know Ireland was not part of the Commonwealth. Oh sheeeeeetttt.

Ah well. Too bad then. I can’t know everything, can I?

Still, I know that King Henry VIII was the first King of Ireland. My mom didn’t know that.

Hahahahahahahahaha.

However, I wouldn’t have known if I wasn’t nutty enough to want to apply to the Irish bar.

I emailed them, “isn’t it ironic that the only Inns in Republic of Ireland is named King’s Inns?”

I can’t believe I wrote that to their email, along with my question if they would be able to accept my degree. Good thing they found it quite amusing, so I received a super long email regarding the Irish history. Or at least, a very long winded reason why the Inns is called the King’s Inns which included a lot of Irish history, which to be honest, I cannot remember anymore.

Good thing I decided against taking the Irish bar, or even practicing.

Imagine meeting the dude who responded my email.

Embarrassing gila.

“We close at 7pm”

I am too used to British timing. Okay maybe not so British since London closes down later than the rest of Britain. And for all you know Ireland operates the same way. I don’t know; even though I’ve been to Dublin, I was a lazy bum who spent all her time sleeping. I miss Dublin. For some reason, even though I had to share a single bed in a relatively small room, I was more content there. Had much deeper sleep. Maybe I’ll come around to Dublin for a week’s rest, Fatin. Hahaha. A bit too far now that I don’t live in Britain!!

I suddenly remember the crap I told my personal tutor about my trip to Dublin. Rather ridiculous, to tell your personal tutor. Nani Nani… Living with an academic doesn’t teach you how busy they are, huh?

For some reason, I miss my personal tutor. Silly, considering I can go 4 months in England without even thinking of dropping by at his room for anything for fear of wasting his time.

Admittedly, I don’t have Shan’s enviable relationship with her personal tutor. Really amazing, hers. Still, I always feel better after I talk to mine.

I felt so grown up when he bestowed me this smile after I said I realize the reason why he failed my Health Care paper; he wanted to do his best as an examiner. And being nice to me as a personal tutor, that is the best he could be as a personal tutor.

I can’t ask for a better one. And I would forever appreciate him.

Ahhhh… Strike that out!! But I don’t feel like it… So sweet. I’ll just continue with my story.

I’m jet lagged. Or so I claim. I’m nocturnal anyway, so my sleeping British time in Malaysia is my no longer being jet lagged, I think. Still, I wake up at 4pm. Maybe I am still jet lagged. I don’t wake up that late.

Still, I wake up at 4, and I see… Oh man… It’s too late to have a hair cut.

That’s what I’ve been thinking on Monday and Tuesday.

Went to the Mamak’s for dinner (I know, a bit nutty, but I hate going there for breakfast. More people means more ciggies being lit) and passed by the saloon.

It was almost 8 and there was still people there!!

Well, just the stylists, closing down. Still, if they’re closing down at about that time… They must have only stopped serving customers recently, right?

So today, even though I still woke up at 4, I said, to hell with it!! Even if they’re closed, I’ll go to McD’s to get Big Mac (I ended up getting Chicken McDeluxe instead. Haha). They were not!! Also, I forgot that in Malaysia, if they say they’re closed at 7, even if you entered at 6.55, they wouldn’t chase you away like the ang moh’s would. How silly of me.

Ahhh… It was nice, being pampered. They chose the hairstyle for me, which I think is like the one Vic has now. Good thing I didn’t cut my hair for graduation then; we might be mistaken as twins!! With the light blue shirt and same hair… Hahahaha.

I like it. Even though it is rather short, I like it. Ahhh… My head feels so light after having such long hair for so long. Though admittedly, I had much longer hair when I was younger. The great thing is that I didn’t have to take care of it myself. Hehe.

It was just a cut, in the end. Well, a lot of treatment, but I didn’t streak or whatever my hair. It’s nice to finally have my natural hair color again. Haven’t had it since I was 14; when I started form3 and had an idiotic discipline teacher who thinks my natural hair color is dyed. Stupid bugger. So I had to color it pitch black to appease her. Sigh.

Still, I’ll dye my hair again come September. Hahaha. After my cousin’s wedding. Hehehehe. I don’t feel I should make my grandmother upset. I miss her dearly.

I want to balik kampung (go back to my mom’s hometown). I want to be a simple village folk. Haha. Like a lot of people say, as if I could ever be one. Still, I yearn to be one. Could I just go back and just… Take care of my grandma?

She definitely needs taking care of. Her skin!!!! So dry and it troubles her so much when it itches. So I got her body butter from Body Shop. Haha. My grandma will be a high class kampung (village) folk, who uses Body Shop body butter. Hehe. Alright I got some from Superdrug as well. It’s the same texture!! The only reason I got the Body Shop ones as well was because they were having that 50% off. How I wish all the body butter was 50% off… Then I’ll get the clementine one. I like!!

Sigh. Nani rindu Tok…

I look forward to my cousin’s wedding. It would be a typical kampung one, where everyone would come and help. Everything would be from nature; hardly anything the type where you get from the shops. No such thing as instant coconut milk for us. Everything would be made from scratch so that they’ll be yummier. Everyone would slave before the kenduri (feast) starts, with the ladies already in the outfit that they plan to come in since morning. Do remember this takes place in the village. Not that the ladies care; they would be in the kitchen while the younger males come to the kitchen to pick up the food to be served to the males seated in front of the house.

Oh yes, my kampung is an authentic one. The people there are still very traditional. The women would enter by the back door while their husbands go through the front, to be greeted by my uncle, the host. And the female guests would help the host transfer the food onto the plates, which would be sent to the front of the house. This is usually only done once they’ve had their share of the feast, as the hostess would definitely insist every guest that enters the door to eat first, then help.

Some might even stay back to help wash dishes.

Amazing eh?

I still remember another cousin’s wedding… The water supply was cut the morning of his wedding. Good thing we washed the dishes that will be used to serve the food from the night before. The water didn’t come back for quite some time. The villagers helped bring river water up to our place. Awesomeness, eh?

You should realize by now that I always end up talking about something totally different than the one I started with.

I am reading cheap porn. Or bodice rippers, as Yan calls it. Historical romance. A friend gave me the book, since it is British and historical. And a romance. She thinks I should grow up a little bit. Still, it is cheap porn.

Ahh… interesting words being used. Old words.

Now if only there would be Scots. Scots tickles me, especially with trying to figure out what in the world they are saying.

And I usually am able to figure out what the heck they’re saying.

Make sense that I found Scottish accent easier to understand than Irish.

Maybe I should put “Scots” as another language I could understand

I is a stickler

I is hate horrible England.

I is hate horrible England grammar.

I is love Eat, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation.

I is also hate contradict.

I is deliberate wrote horrible grammar, but I is bad at it.

Screw it, I’m lousy with broken English when typing. No idea why. Grrrrr.

Queen’s

Gahhh!!!

To be honest, I never thought that so many of my mom’s colleague were from Queen’s.

I mean, seriously!!!!!!!!

They had bombing and terrorism and all during that time!!! And to quote my mom, “Ireland was a backwater where no one would dream of going, cheap things or not.” So why did they go there??? Kerajaan suruh is such a lame reason!!

I thought that only Rafiah Salim and Uncle Anuwar would be the established people from Queen’s. Though to be honest, I only know Anuwar Ali personally. The only VIP that I know that always comes on time!!

“Hanani!! Faster get ready la!!! We don’t want to be late!! You know how Uncle Anuwar is!!”

Suddenly Queen’s alumni are popping out like mushrooms; you would think that Northern Irish universities are like Malaysian universities; kilang degree (degree factories).

They kept my letter from Queen’s, those miserable people.

For reminiscing.

And I thought having one of my professors from Queen’s was stressful enough, since I actually look up to him. Now he is like a nobody compared to my mom’s colleagues.

Waaahhhhhh!!!

Why did I pick a university where  so many Malaysian VCs graduated from?

Let’s ignore the fact that I picked a university which has two Malaysian kings!! And I did the same course as them!! Haha!! That one not as stressful since they need to be born to a certain family to be king.

Academics, on the other hand, need to work hard for their career. Admittedly with a little bit of politics, the road would smoothen. Still, if you’re lousy…

Waahhhhh!!! Now these people know I want to go to Queen’s.

Crap!! Maybe I should go to… I don’t know.

Ulster!!

But it doesn’t have law. Sigh…

Crap sungguh!!!!!!!!

Oh, okay fine. I don’t know how establish my tutor is. However, considering he’s a prof…

I still refuse to name any of my tutors on my blog for not wanting to give out alma mater. Blek. If you know, you know la. You don’t, too bad.

Material snob

I am a material snob. As in the things I use, it must be of good quality material. I don’t do polyester if I could help it.

So I am ridiculously thrilled over the fact that I get to use my new sheets. 100% combed cotton… I can’t locate the cover to tell me how much is the thread count.

Still, it feels amazing. I love my sheets. And it is of my choosing, the color. My previous set was chosen by my mom. Though to be honest, it has similar coloring. Haha. Just less mature or brighter.

I love my plushies. Can’t wait when all of them arrive in December. Yes, I’m only getting my things in December. No biggie. If I need any of them, I’ll just get something new here. Hehe.

Haven’t been scrubbing my feet. Will start soon. Damn my feet feels uncomfy.

I’m thinking of what hairstyle I should adopt still. Sigh. Maybe a bob? My mom thinks a bob would be nice. It’s so darn hot!! I wanna cut my hair short!!!

Material snob, yes. My towels must be 100% cotton. Fluffy cotton is preferable. Which is why I stubbornly use my mom’s new towels. Her older towels are thin. I don’t like. Also, I don’t like the embroidery. My mom keep saying that I keep using new things. Too bad, Mom. I like what I like and I use what I like.

I can be unreasonable sometimes. Who says I’m always reasonable?

I’ll be going through my wardrobe tomorrow. Going to get rid of most of the things in there. I still have the unlimited funds for clothes (just for clothes; shoes not included. Sigh) so that I could upgrade my wardrobe to suit a young adult. Ahh… We’ll see how.

My dressing table is getting more and more full; most of my makeup is on the table now. Another area I’m a bit snobbish on; makeup. Or at least, the foundation. And my moisturizer. Though not that snobbish since expensive brands don’t exactly work for me. I’ve used Biotherm before and it didn’t improve my skin. I now use Garnier, with Simple toner since it’s the only one I could find without alcohol. Alcohol worsens my skin. I don’t get why they need to put alcohol in toners anymore. It is so drying!!!

I don’t use those brands which are unknown when it comes to makeup. I wasn’t blessed with good skin, or at least one that doesn’t make me miserable when I use it. Drug store brands are the lowest I would go, though it is mostly what I use anyway. Hahahahaha. Maybe I have, occasional MACs, like for my eyeliner… But the big chunk of it are drugstore brands. They work just fine. Me love ZA two-way foundation. Better for me than the Estee Lauder that my mom used that I nicked. Why pay more when you can get something that is comparable for cheaper? Still, don’t go too low; the side effects that is late in appearing might come sooner or later!!

Oh man. I should blog about being annoyed with yellow lights in the UK!! Thank God now I’m blessed with white lights!!

Uni-sick

Can’t say I’m homesick since I’m home…

I can’t believe I’m saying this. I’m sure Beda would be squealing in her seat seeing this:

I miss hearing Róisín Murphy being blared from the flat downstairs. I can’t believe I am missing hearing electronica. Seriously, Nani!!!! Still, at least her voice isn’t modified like how it usually is for electronica singers.

I miss having my notes scattered all around me on the floor.

I miss my single bed with its horrible mattress. I also miss having a duvet line the mattress

I miss having broadband and being able to post pictures on my blog and being able to use MSN.

I miss drinking fresh milk.

I miss having the choice of buying Irish or English cheddar.

I miss that bloody slope I need to walk to get to LASS. Heck, I even miss my running in the morning in the depth of winter to Pope to be on time for my CCL classes. I miss staying up to prepare for CCL and Criminal/ CBS and HRPUK/ Trust and ECHR (interesting to note that the school was on a mission to make me screw up my human rights modules by making me have a tutorial on the same day as my HR seminar/tutorial. Sigh. Oh, and all were on Tuesdays. And I graduated on a Tuesday. My sordid affair with Tuesdays.). I miss sneezing in the early summer months… I miss walking to Cripps… I miss our beautiful campus!!!!!

I miss keying in my pin number instead of signing when I use card to pay for whatever.

I miss blaring whatever music I am listening to drown Róisín Murphy’s ridiculously sunny voice.

I miss having my own space.

I miss… aih I miss too many things!!

I am happy that I am home, but I am not as happy as I was when I’m in England.

I should look at what I have here… Though to be honest, I am not sure what do I have… We’ll see later.

I woke up too late to have a haircut. Hahahaha. Tomorrow tomorrow.

Those bloody 10 seconds!!

Your moment of fame is only 10 seconds, and even then, the next person’s name would have been called already.

Yes, I’m talking about my graduation.

I feel super tired. Super duper tired. Just for those bloody 10 seconds.

Did my hair yesterday; I straightened it, since my curls were nuts. My hair looks so much better straight. Shiny and smooth. Ahhh… I love my hair. Hahaha. Going to have a haircut once I get back to Malaysia.

Anyway, yes. Graduation. Lets start from the night before. I can do loads of things!! Haha. Like the post I wrote before my graduation, I am proud of my 2.2. Screw you people who thinks 2.2 is lousy. I think it is awesome.

Went to town yesterday. Shopped. Hahaha. That’ll be another entry; all my shopping escapades. Hahaha. After that, got back and cooked… Had dinner and went to Vic’s as the shirt she found in her luggage was too big. So we were shirt buddies; both of us wore light blue shirts. Hehe. She wore my shirt which is now too small for me. Ironed her shirt and then went to Yan’s, which is just next door to my place anyway. Straightened her hair, though I don’t know why today it turned out frizzy still. Sigh. Maybe I should have put more serum or something. Sigh…

Woke up rather early and blow dried my hair again even though my hair was alright. Walked to Sport’s Centre for what will be the last time. Sigh. I feel nostalgic already. Collected the ugly robes and started taking pictures. The robes are super hot to be in!!! And the hood *shudders* I thought it was horrible even before I saw one of my tutor’s hood; oh my god… Hers was amazing!!! Graduated from Durham, her hood was fur-trimmed with purple silk hood. You could see that it is silk because it was shiny and so soft!! I’m soo jealous!!! Nonetheless, it didn’t stop us from taking loads of pictures!! Hehe.

Had to go in before 10.30. Which was really annoying considering that the ceremony only started at 11. Damn boring waiting for the start, and even more boring when you’re waiting for your name to be called. The weird thing is why do we need to rent a mortar board when we don’t even get to wear it when we get on stage (we don’t even get our degrees on stage!!)? So we must take the hat off when we enter the hall, and only wear it when we go out. No such thing as wearing it on stage. What the hell do we need to rent the stupid thing for??? Just for pictures?

And the ceremony itself… Sigh. So we had to sit according to our names. We were equals then; no distinguishing who got first, 2.1s, 2.2s or thirds. You might sit next to someone who got a first and another who got a third. Walk to the stage, nod to the dean when your name is called, and walk across the stage, nod at the chancellor, and continue walking to the other end of the stage to only shake hands with the vice chancellor.

When do you get your degree? From a lady who barely looked at your face, much less smile or congratulate you, off the stage. I mean, seriously, since we were already stopping to shake the VC’s hand, why can’t he just pass our degrees there and then? What is so hard? After all, that idiotic lady didn’t even have to look at the degree to check that we got the right degrees to give it to us, why can’t we receive it from a high ranked person in the university? For all you know, she’s just a measly clerk. Urgh!!

I’m tired I’m tired I’m tired!! Yet I still have to pack!! Urgh. Going to Stoke upon Trent on Thursday; my mom wants to get more fine bone china. Oh well… Whatever that makes her happy…

Secret recipe!!

Yum yum!! It was good!! Though memory seem to say that it was better before. Oh well.

Man, the irony of eating Irish Lamb Stew in Malaysia. If I haven’t been to Ireland, it wouldn’t be that embarrassing. Still, me don’t want alcohol in me stew. Regardless, one of the “must eat” dishes has been consumed. Here’s a before and after picture:

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My internet connection is on your side, Faliq. It refuses to allow me to load pictures. Cis. I thought of making you jealous of my being home. Hahaha.

It wasn’t as good as the times before, and the Oreo Milkshake that I ordered wasn’t as sinful. Though it makes a good drink now. Still, when I order Oreo Milkshake, I want it to be like a heart attack waiting to happen. Hrmph. I will make my own. Wahaha. RM9 is not worth paying if it’s not a heart attack waiting to happen!!

I want to have my roti telur and teh ais soon. Damn, I’m making myself hungry and I just went down to get a box of tissue for my hay fever nose. I know it is no longer hay fever area since I’m back home, but I live so near to the capital!! Pollution babeh. Still it is not as bad as in England anyway. Ahh… Long waits at the hospital. I still want to wait instead of going to the private wing. The peasant way of life for me!! I seriously envy my grandmother’s life. My life is so complicated!! Knowledge is definitely not power in my case; ignorance is bliss applies better for me.

I woke up too late to cut my hair. Oh well. No biggie; I could do it today. Going to spend at least 30 quid worth of money doing my hair. Muahaha. Okay maybe not. I’ve no idea what I want to do with my hair. Streaks? Dye whole head? Chunks? I don’t want to change the structure of my hair. Hmm… Or just plain cut and plenty of treatments? What hair style should I pick? Hmmm…

Maybe I’ll just be boring and ask for them to give me a single length look but with layers. Though it’s likely I’ll be left with a bob… I don’t want to cry due to having short hair. Hmmm…

We’ll see how it goes. If they think it’s too short, I’ll streak my hair.

Muahaha.

Though I’m not sure if I’ll have enough cash… Hmmm…

So my mom finally gave me “back” my dressing table. Well, the dressing table was supposed to be mine, but since I am flexible, she used it first. However, it is still full with her things. So I need to clear the place.

My handbag collection is building. Seems that my mom and her friends think that I should have designer handbags now that I am a graduate. Fine, they decided this when I was in my third year. So now I have 4 designer handbags; all rather impractical, in my opinion. Yes, I like small handbags that I can fit hardly anything, but to go to work… those sizes? Seriously? Okay I am grateful that these ladies are getting me designer handbags as gifts (21st birthday, which was so last year), but do they need to think like they’re in their late teens? Apart from shoes, I’m practical all the way with my clothing and accessories. Shoes… Ahh… I’m ridiculously impractical. Hahaha.

Faliq, you would squeal with delight if you have my mom and her friends in your life. However, you would need to be a girl instead of a guy. You must also hate shopping, and have your mom’s friends have boys. Basically, be me. Haha. So unlikely since we’re practically polar opposites!!

I want a coats hanger. Is there anywhere that I can get them in Malaysia? So that I can hang my handbags and other things. Hmmmm…

I haven’t detected anything that increase in price that significantly. The Oreo Milkshake is the same price albeit a drastic drop in “quality”. Okay the Irish Lamb Stew was expensive, but it has always been. Probably because I haven’t been going around to shop and such. Or maybe because I’m just damned grateful that I am back home.

Ahh… Home. To the country with fans and air-conditioning. Though the times when I switched on the air-cond is because of my mom wanting to cool down the room. Yes, my mom is sleeping in my room…

Like 3 weeks wasn’t enough. Considering I absolutely hate air-cond (not due to being environmentally friendly; more to do with hating the taut feeling of my skin when I wake up), I really don’t know why she wants to sleep in my room. And she needs air cond all the time. Rather weird that she was feeling constantly cold in England…

I’m trying to stay awake till my mom needs to go to the office. God, 2 more hours. Sigh. Long time still… Oh yes, I should finish the entries that I typed while I was on the train.

Damn you jet lag!!

Jet lag oooo jet lag

Ahh… Jet lag and I are bosom buddies. I always get horrible jet lag, though my jet lag is usually that I sleep too much the first few days. However, I fell asleep on the plane. I am predicting that it’ll be worse this time round. Oh well.

I’m hugging my Easter bunny plushie; TTB. What Mel and Shan used to call as Terribly Tortured Bunny, though the actual meaning is Teru Teru Bozu, as it looked like one when I was bringing it back home (its body was in the plastic bag, its head wasn’t). Can’t believe how much I missed him. It was my favorite plushie, even though Latte is my first plushie in England. Oh well. I miss it dearly.

Though probably my sheep from York (which I have yet to name) might be TTB’s replacement. Still, it is TTB for now. Encik Kam is cute as ever, just to let you know, Beda. Hahaha.

Ahh… So. What to tell about. Our flight was delayed; the Cabin crew could not get from Kensington to London Heathrow on time. It is interesting to note that we were from Kensinton too Horrible experience with the cab. Tell you guys about it later. There was a horrible jam, they said. I wonder why didn’t they take the tube. A note for Idris Jala; I think you would save more money if you required the Cabin crew to take the tube instead of providing them with cars to transport them. It is cheaper and likely more predictable than traffic jams. Also, they could check TfL website before they leave to see if the Piccadilly line is closed. After all, Piccadilly line goes through Kensington. Seriously, delay because the Cabin crew couldn’t get to Heathrow on time is a bit ridiculous. Another suggestion could be, giving them transport allowance to get to Heathrow; let them decide what they want to do. That would ensure equality even more. And give them incentive to find the cheapest mode of transport.

A fresh law graduate telling the CEO of MAS how to save even more money. Right… I should do that through his nephew. At least he does PPE. Which particular nephew… Let the said nephew tell him. Haha. Maybe he wouldn’t admit I’m a friend anymore. Keke.

Horrible experience with the cab. We called for one; just from a card lying on the floor at the entrance door of Faliq’s apartment. It wasn’t one of those London cabs; a car with no sign that it is a cab. The guy tried to lure us into going to Heathrow by cab. I was adamant; we’re going by tube. My mom and Faliq almost gave in; asking me to go down to get K and go by cab. We were meeting K at Earl’s Court, and he was already in the Underground. I still stubbornly stuck to my decision.

The idiot sent us to Barons Court station instead when I clearly requested a cab to Earl’s Court. And said we could get to Earl’s Court from there. Excuse me, we could get to Earl’s Court from Kensington Olympia as well alright!! And we did not have to take a stupid cab for that!! And he had the cheek to ask for more money when we arrived at Earl’s Court. What the fuck? Damn stupid cabs. Seriously, these people!! Coming into the UK doesn’t ever change their way of thinking; still wanting to cheat people!! Thank goodness it was bright daylight and there were 3 of us, plus there was the Transport police nearby. Should have taken his license plate and reported to get his license revoked. Urgh!!

We got there on time. Well, I think we were. We were a bit “late” by my mom’s standard; K was late. Should have told him to meet us at Heathrow. Still, Heathrow is huge and more complicated. Heck, I wanted to leave at 7.30, initially. Hahaha. Thank goodness my mom insisted we didn’t. The VAT reclaim line was ridiculously long!!! We got the back seat, but at least we were sitting together. Sitting at the back doesn’t bother me; but it did for my mom. Still, she managed to sleep soundly, so shouldn’t be a problem. Our original seats were near the galley; I hate those places. Could hear the Cabin crew talking. Even though I don’t usually sleep on the plane, I still don’t want to hear people talking or gossiping!! Ah well.

The flight was rather shaky; loads of turbulence. Still, it is always shaky when I go back to Malaysia at about June-July time; when I went back in December of my first year, it wasn’t as bad. I still wonder why in the world do they serve food near Andaman Sea, when there is always turbulence there, starting from when we enter Bay of Bengal. Freaked me out when I was flying Business Class to London when I was going back for my third year; my glass fell due to turbulence. Thank goodness it fell on my turtle. If it broke.. I know it wouldn’t be my fault. Still, I go around the plane without wearing shoes; I don’t want to cut myself!!

To be honest, I’m happier in Economy. I’m a low-class kampung, like I declared to the people when we were waiting to board the plane. And like my mom said, “the antithesis of kampung declaring herself kampung.” I don’t know why, but I am proud when I call myself kampung. Maybe because most of the most important things I’ve learnt from my grandmother; she build a very strong foundation on which I could build the person who is me now. Though the first few floors are quite badly built, the foundation is as strong as ever, I would like to think. More about being kampung later, probably.

I slept throughout the flight. I’m amazed with myself. Maybe it’s because I’m flying with my mom, maybe it is due to my medication. Either way, I slept from the moment I finished watching Dr Seuss’s Horton heard a Who till when we were about to be served our second meal, with no waking up in between. I’m truly amazed.

So yes, my flight was uneventful. The first flight which I didn’t bother the Cabin crew that much. Usually, I can’t sleep. So I’ll keep calling them for food. My favorite line would be “I lapar la. Got food tak?” (Manglish; translated: I’m hungry. Do you have any food I can have?) Sometimes I’ll be more specific; “nak sandwich” (I want sandwich) or “I want milk” or whatever. The food I got has ranged from Maggi to leftovers from First class. I usually just take the dessert; First class food is too fancy for my taste. Economy peasant-like food is more suitable for me. I’ve been allowed to go to First Class once when I was using my laptop near the toilet (the couple next to me drank beer and wine nonstop. I can’t stand the smell of alcohol; I rather sit next to the toilet) so that I would be able to use the plug. Also they wanted me to be in a seat and the only space that was available was in First class. Cool eh? Still I went back to Economy for my meal; nothing fancied me in First class. I only gobbled down the dessert. I know I’m odd.

Landing wasn’t as interesting as last year when I was coming back to Malaysia; where I was sitting at one of the emergency exit. There would be 2 seats for the cabin crew. They asked me why I came back early (I went back on the 6th of June, less than 5 days after my last paper), and told them that I was burping (still am) and coughing; blood occasionally came out and I didn’t trust the doctors in England (so I haven’t met my current GP; or my GP in England.). Okay that wasn’t the eventful part. Hahaha. The pilot didn’t tell the cabin crew that they were landing; one of them saw outside the window that the plane was super near to the ground, so he started yelling to his colleagues to get to their seats. After landing, he was fuming and rushed to the front. I assumed that he went to scold the pilot. Still, it was a smooth landing, so it wasn’t that big a deal. Still, the fact remains that the pilots should have asked the cabin crew to take a seat for landing.

Got back home, my cousin picked us up. Ahh… Good to be home. Had my usual welcome back dinner; char kueh teow. Hahaha. Except this time we didn’t go to the hawker centre. My cousin bought it and brought it back home. Soon after that, I showered and went to bed.

Sigh, my bed… The maid must be color blind; or at least didn’t check the size of the sheets properly. She used my mom’s pink sheets for my bed. My room is the blue room; everything’s blue. So basically now my bed looks like a color blind person’s bed; blue and yellow bolster, with pink sheets, blue duvet, with 2 pillows with pink cover and another one in brown. Seriously!! Tomorrow I’m changing my sheets!! Don’t care man…

*Yawn* Alright then. I better sleep, or at least stop typing.

Oh, I have internet!! There’s this awesome wireless connection, where there’s no commitment; I got the connection for 30 days. We’ll take it from there. RM20 for 30 days; that’s not bad, right? I mean, coolness!! Hahaha. So you people have no reason to miss me; I am contactable. Hahaha.

Victim

Oh my… I’m a victim of the foundation crime. Crappiness!! Damn the yellow lights in the UK!! Urgh… I hate it when it happens to people and it happens to me too. Crap crap crap!!!

Will talk about it later…

Hiatus

I’m not so sure how long it’ll be. I have waaayyyy too many drafts to be finished. Sigh. Packing is hell. Graduation was tiring. The last 36 hours here is stressful. Doesn’t help that I won’t be going onto the plane straight from here; we’ll be driving to Stoke-upon-Trent. Sigh. So don’t bother dropping by to procrastinate; I’ll only continue, if lucky, on Friday. Probably will be having too many conversations with Faliq; my last night in England. Loads to crap about to last us till our next meeting. Loads of “uliks” for him to say and for me to respond to and such. Doesn’t help that I don’t have broadband back home. Hahaha. Oh well. Might be a long one before you hear from me!!

I am so not going to hit 100 page loads man now. Hahaha. Oh well. Not that I care anyway; I just like to see where people come from. Of which it will be hard if I got a lot of hits. Lets hope the hits will continue to be low…

What a weird wish for one’s blog. Ah well…

My 2.2

I am suddenly very proud over the fact that I got a 2.2 instead of a 2.1 or a first. Few hours before my graduation and I am not yet asleep. Still, I feel like writing this down.

Yes, I am proud that I got a 2.2. I had my taste of getting firsts and failures; and with Trust, even though I failed the damn module, I know in my heart that I did my best (and I would freak the hell out if I have to resit it. Thank goodness I did not have to). I admit I screwed up with Land, but that’s a complicated story which I myself am confused about.

Today I realize that I could survive in the real world if suddenly everything changed; my mom disowning me or whatever. I realize I can do almost anything; I’m Jack of all trades. And to be honest, I don’t mind being master of none at the moment. After all, I’m only 21. Still long way to go for me to find my niche. No rush.

I don’t have to be able to rely on my only ability of making money, like what I see most of the people who got first and 2.1s would have to do. To be honest, I don’t think I have that ability; I only have the ability to conserve money.

I’m not dissing you guys. Oh, of course it is an amazing feat, getting firsts and 2.1s, and I admire you for that.

However… some of you disappoint me to no end with your ignorance. Makes me wonder how you got your amazing results.

Nevertheless, I would always remember what my personal tutor said; he got a 2.2 for his administrative law paper and yet he has written a book on Judicial Review.

I suppose examination results don’t really translate to having many skills to get by…

On a bimbotic note; I straightened my hair!! On my own I do not have to go to a stylist to do it. Burnt my fingers a bit, but it’s worth it. Now it is straight as if I never curled them. Used the hair dryer like hell. I fried my hair. I’m changing my hair style this time next week already. Ahhh… I miss Malaysia already!!

I’m excited for the graduation, regardless of the horrid robes!!

Okay I’m lying. I’m still horrified over the robes and how it’ll look like. Hopefully my light blue shirt would look nice. Vic would be wearing light blue too!! Yeay!! Got gang!! Hahahaha