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!!