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Shopaholic

February 5, 2009 Leave a comment

Maybe I am one.

However, I am quite specific as to what I am a shopaholic on. I don’t get satisfaction by getting just about anything.

Only two things; books and shoes.

I have put a stop to my buying shoes though. I don’t exactly get to wear it. I feel like doing an internship just so that I would be able to wear the many shoes I own. The last time I counted the unworn shoes above my wardrobe… There were 50 pairs.

Yes, fifty pairs.

A five and a zero after that.

It’s crazy.

Regardless of how much I love shoes, I still don’t see sense in wearing it inside the house. When I’m home, somehow I like walking on the cold marble, which is why my mother still gets angry with me when I go to bed without washing my feet. Make sense since she would be able to see the evidence of my “obsession” at the soles of my feet.

So yeah… I want to get a job so I can wear all my various new shoes…

And I wanna earn so that I could buy more books.

That is really my only aim nowadays; to buy more and more books.

I’ll be happiest when I could spend all my money just to buy books and books only. Hahaha.

I have a list of books I would love to get.

However, once the list gets less than 25, I would usually try to add about 50 more to it.

Like a crazy person.

So there’s no way that one month I could abstain from buying books.

Sigh…

Oh, I finally finished Breaking Dawn, and I celebrated it by reading Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book (fascinating!!) till I finished it and a slide of cake from Secret Recipe. Yogurt Cheese Cake with raspberry filling. Yumm!!!

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Wishing you

December 25, 2008 Leave a comment

A very Happy Christmas!! πŸ˜€

I haven’t even started with my presents for my family; cookies.

Coz there’ll be too many of them; don’t know what to get them.

So, cookies.

However, being so busy, I have yet to bake them.

That is also why I haven’t been blogging. So busy!!!!

Might even need to work tomorrow, if I finish baking on time.

Aaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!

Will I be able to finish baking on time?

Maybe I should stay up tonight

Run on caffeine.

Hmmm…

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Cuppacakes

September 6, 2008 Leave a comment

I finally braved myself and went to the +wondermilk cafe in front of my house. I didn’t want to just buy a box without trying their icing.

I’m quite particular when it comes to the icing. I can’t take icing that is too sweet or where the sugar could still be felt, i.e. where it is not beaten well.

I like the sweetness of sugar. However, I don’t like the taste of sugar itself without it being mixed with other things. I have a sweet tooth (just one. Hehe), but I’m not the type of girl who would dip her finger into the sugar bowl.

Oh, I love eating cookie/cake batter. However, I would always make sure it is well mixed. I always make sure the sugar is well beaten.

With the exception of rubbed in recipes. Those, it is usually because they want to use the sugar to make it crispy. Why do you think the nestum cookies were so yummy?

I get headache if there’s too much not well beaten sugar.

I’m also a snob. I was wondering if they used margarine for their icing… I prefer to go without.

However, let me also say that people usually use margarine for making icing. Butter doesn’t have the same consistency at all temperature. So, in a way, I’m asking the impossible. Which is why I usually go without.

They do use margerine, as far as I can tell. And the sugar, at least on the icing that was on my cuppacake, could still be felt. So no worrying that I’ll cross the road everyday to get cuppacakes πŸ˜‰

With the maxi costing RM4.50 each, it is quite pricey. However, when you look at them, you know why they have to charge that price. It is a work of art. And the size of the cuppacakes!! They need loads of patience that I don’t possess. I think due to that it is worth it, margerine icing and all πŸ˜‰

However, I love their chocolate icing. Absolutely heavenly. Ahhh… And their chocolate-based cuppacakes. Amagad!!

Maybe I might cross the road and get them once in a while…

Nonetheless, I am a bit disappointed with the chocolate chip ones. It doesn’t look as if the chocolate chip is in the batter. It is like… they dropped chocolate chip at the base of the cup, and then they pour in the vanilla batter. I can understand the using of the same batter, but could it be, after you mix the vanilla batter, you take some of it into another bowl and mix chocolate chip inside the batter? It would make it yummier, in my opinion. (I hope this would be taken as a constructive criticism; I am telling you what I think could make it better after all…)

Oh, I don’t use “in my humble opinion.” Because I find people using it are kind of hypocretes. They usually don’t sound humble at all, and saying that it is their humble opinion doesn’t make it sound humble. Or at least, to me it doesn’t.

Oh, and orders need to be placed at least a week before the event. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be ordering them for our sleepover if it’s going to be next week, as Beda suggested. I’ll get the one piece ones, alright? All of you love chocolate? I’m getting the chocolate icing ones only unless you indicate otherwise. I’ll ask you on msn or text you about it anyway.

Backlog

September 3, 2008 Leave a comment

OMG. I was looking at the amount of backlog I have… It’s been since my mom arrived in England, I think. I am quite positive I didn’t write about Prague. Hahahahahaha. This is bad…

I’ll go through my computer if I have anything that I typed about that time. I’ll write from the top of my memory now.

I didn’t take as much pictures in Prague as I did in Norway. I don’t know why, but I feel like my mom judges me when I take silly pictures. So I am more refrained when I’m with her. It also didn’t help that I got my period at that time. Miserable time, seriously. We did a lot of walking as most of the Prague tours are walking tours. It makes it easier for you to observe the architecture, the difference and the beauty of it all.

We went on the free Prague tour, where it is financed by the tips we give to the guides. I thought it was worth it; the guides were enthusiastic and energetic, and knew their stuff. Quite amazing that they do it voluntarily. Especially considering how hot Prague was. OMG it was like Malaysia, with less humidity and no fan. Torture!! Nonetheless, it was amazing.

My mom’s main reason for choosing Prague was the Bohemian Crystals. Haha. My mom loves all these silly things. Alright, I love sillier things. Still, don’t we all love some kind of silly things? We got quite a few… finished our cash… then… on the way back to get our things to go to the airport… We saw… a beautiful blue crystal stand. Something she always wanted since she saw her friend got it–those days when it was still Czechoslovakia and is a communist country. Then it was much cheaper, it seems. Still, it was beautiful. And I was being my typical “if you like it, why don’t you just get it?” self. Haha. Okay, I adjust this according to the income people have. If you don’t have much, I’ll say, “you don’t need that; buy it later. It’ll be there.” Hehe.

She manage to established that her marginal utility would definitely be positive (economist talk here), so she got out her credit card and got it without a second thought. Nyeh nyeh. And we hand carried it to East Midlands and back to Malaysia. We hand carried the blue crystals (she bought two more) and shipped the white crystals. I can’t remember how many in total she got. We didn’t get those thin hand painted ones, but the thick ones with the cuts; where the cuts make the pattern. I prefer those. Somehow the painted ones look cheap to me. *shrugs*

Got back, feeling super tired, we just slept through. My cousin was supposed to come over the weekend. Oh, we went to Prague from the 1st to the 4th of July, night of Friday. We arrived at my (former) place after midnight anyway. When she called at about noon, she was already in Sheffield to see her friend, where we headed in the end at night. She came and my mom thought that she would be staying with us; she wanted to cook rendang and make karipap for my cousin since she’s a busy busy woman; she;s a maxillofacial surgeon. My mom wanted to go to an outlet store to buy leather shoes–my mom always prefers buying leather shoes outside of Malaysia. She says it’s cheaper. Who am I to judge? I don’t know since I buy chaplang ones. Haha. The nearest was in Mansfield, which is on the way to Sheffield from my place. As she came quite late already, we thought it would be unlikely to be able to catch the place, so why not just go all the way to Sheffield and make the things there?

Spent the whole night cooking and making the karipaps. Used wine bottles instead of rolling pin as I forgot to bring mine. Some Muslim might call our karipaps non-halal because of that, but screw you. We didn’t put a drop of wine in anything. Oh well. *shrugs*

I love her friend’s place. Well, my friend as well, to be honest. I met her when I went down to London the first time in my first year. Actually no, I met her when she and my cousin went up for one of my cousin’s many exams and drop by my place on my second day of term in my first year. Anyway, yeah, her place is lovely. A small semi-detached house with two bedroom. It’s just quaint and nice; I don’t know how to describe it. The kitchen is big for a British home… hmmm… It goes a lot to her homemaking skills though. I suspect that if it was my place… Well… it wouldn’t be as lovely as I am one lazy person. Haha.

Went to Mansfield and I got perfumes. OMG I paid about 10 pounds for 2 Elizabeth Arden perfumes; 100ml Sunflower and 30ml Green Tea. Freaking cheap, right? I can’t remember what else I got though… Jeans… Lotions from M&S… Ooohhh!! My sheep teapot set for one from Whittard!! OMG so excited that it’s arriving soon!! Weee!! And my mom insisted that I got the matching mug. I wanted to get the plate as well but it was finished. Somehow I regret not getting the Winnie the Pooh teapot as well. Oh well… When I start earning, I suppose.

Arrived home, exhausted–obviously–and had to pack for our trip to York and Edinburgh, which was the next morning. Our train was at 7. Crazy hectic traveling non-stop. Arrived at York and decided, why don’t we just go straight to the B&B as my mom felt that out backpacks were too heavy to bring to Castle Howard. York is beautiful!! I miss it loads. I don’t know why but it is so relaxing, to me. Went to the B&B and the landlady graciously allowed us to leave our bags there even though we said we’ll come later (check in time was much later as well). When we were going back to the train station to catch the bus to Howard Castle, it started raining. The bus driver initially refused to let us go as it was raining so heavily, but I manage to convince him that since it’s my last fortnight in England, I wanted to see a castle!! As if I haven’t seen one. Haha. Still, I got to go. Haha. The scene was beautiful, but I was tired, so I slept along the way.

The place is gorgeous!! My mom said she died and went to heaven, with the amount of fine bone China that greeted us when we entered. Hahaha. Though on closer inspection, she didn’t quite like the design. Still. The place is gorgeous. It is where they filmed Brideshead Revisited. Their gardens is absolutely amazing. Pity that it was still raining heavily. Oh, they also have this glass blowing shop, which sells absolutely gorgeous stuff. Really one of a kind; Jorvik glass. I got a pretty windchime there; even though it’s pink and my room is blue. It’s just absolutely adorable!! My mom got a Wall Hanger, which she has no idea where to hang as it is rather heavy.

Came back to York and had the wonderful Turkish dinner which my mom still talks about. The lamb was absolutely heavenly. The meat just falls off the bone when you touch it. Yum!! Crap, I’m salivating now. Hahaha.

The next day we just went around York. Wanted to have tea at Betty’s but the place was full. Didn’t want to miss our train to Edinburgh and we were quite full anyway. Got shortbread from Little Betty’s, which my mom thinks is the best one around. Hrmph. I still think Irish ones are better. Which I just finished. Haha. Crap. Now no more. Going to ask Fatin to bring back some when she comes back in December. My mom didn’t feel like entering yet another church, so we didn’t enter the Minster. We actually bought shoes in York. Well, not “we” really… My mom did. I just tried on the outrageous shoes that I would buy but only behind my mom’s back. Hahaha.

There was an antique store near our B&B, but the owner refused to let my mom in. I don’t get why does he need a shop if he doesn’t welcome customers in? Absolutely weird. Oh, I got an adorable sheep which I remember I couldn’t post the picture on the train. I still can’t, sadly. I don’t get why my laptop acts up when I’m using wireless. Hrmph.

It was soooo cool to go online on the train. Hahaha. I don’t know why but it was sooo cool. Hahaha. I think I’m being silly. Haha. Oh well. I remember we had to stop somewhere because some alarm was triggered. And outside the train was a sheep farm!! OMG!! And the sheep were looking in curiously. Soooo cute!!! If I could get off, I would have kidnapped one of them!! Hahahahaha.

I once told Faliq, when you look at sheep, they look as if they’re smiling all the time. Apart from Gemuk McGrumpy, at least. Haha. And look at cats; they look grumpy all the time. Hahahahahahaha.

When the train arrived at Edinburgh, when we got off, there was this guy with the biggest briefcase I’ve ever seen. Seriously, it was HUGE!!!!! He looks a bit like Chad Michael Murray, but with bigger eyes. Don’t you thick Chad Michael Murray bermata sepet? I always thought so… Hahahahaha.

I have to say that Edinburgh is hilly. However, not as bad as Durham. Hahahaha. How are you missing Durham, Amni? Hahahahahahahahaha πŸ˜›

Hmmm… What did we do in Edinburgh? We walked around before the sun set. Walked at the park along Princess Street… My mom wanted to go on the tour around Highland Scotland, but it was full. Oh well. I preferred just going around Edinburgh, which we did. Hahaha. Our only full day was spent walking around the Royal Mile. Oh, first we went to the Holyrood Palace. We had typical Scottish weather; rain rain rain. Still, it didn’t dampen my spirits. Nyeh nyeh. We entered the Parliament for a bit, but since I wasn’t a big fan of devolution anyway (I manage to get my Constitutional Law tutor to tell me that if I promise him to only skip devolution (hahahaha. That wasn’t the only one!!), I should be alright. Haha), we left after I got an adorable teddy. Hehehe. I have to say, I went in and out of the shops, getting sheep and looking at things for gifts. It was fun, though my mom was not in the mood. She keep swatting my suggestions. I regret not getting quite a few things. Sigh. She felt too tired and decided to go back to our hotel and let me go about on my own… Went about on my own, which is when I met that guy who somewhat changed my accent. I’ll finish the entry on that and not bother here.

I do love Edinburgh. I absolutely love it, hilliness and all. I do wish I could go there again. Probably live there maybe? Oh I don’t know. It’s just… *shrugs* I prefer it to Dublin (says the person who hardly went out bed when she was in Dublin). Okay, maybe I’m judging purely on the accents… Hahaha πŸ˜›

Oh God… We arrived at my place at night. Sooo exhausted!! Oh, we didn’t go to Edinburgh Castle; my mom has been there and I’ve been to Warwick Castle, so I thought it wasn’t worth it. Also, we had our train to catch!! They recommended 2 hours, but I knew that I’ll take my own sweet time and might miss the train. So, nahh… Spend the day tidying up my room…

The next day, a Saturday, we went down to London to go to Portobello Road. Brought some of our luggages to Faliq’s as we were flying off the next week. Thank God we did that, as our luggages were super heavy the next week!! Oh, my mom is also an antique freak. Haha. However, we didn’t get anything there except two china flowers. No idea what are they called really. My mom said it is a bargain. Alright then… Nonetheless, we had the best nectarines ever!! We didn’t bother washing it; it was just soooo goood!!!!! Aphrodisiac!! I miss them… that old granny with the awesome nectarines. Hahahaha.

The tube was horrid though. The Circle and District line was closed. At least from St Pancras we just took the Piccadilly line down to Earl’s Court and changed to Kensington Olympia. However, it was a nightmare to get to Notting Hill Gate. I would never want to take the Jubilee line if I ever have to. Urgh. It is soooo far from the other lines!!! Bleurgh. It also didn’t help when we were going back, the Central line was horribly delayed as someone fell under the train (??? I’ve no idea how it happened, really!! That was the notice they tell us anyway!!) at Queensway. It was so bad that we decided we’ll just wait at St Pancras for our train. However, when we wanted to get off at Holborn to change to the Piccadilly line, people were rushing in that I almost couldn’t get out!! How bloody rude and impatient!! It’s absolutely ridiculous, especially considering that you’ll only save few minutes. It’s the bloody weekend!! And what is a few minutes when your life is at stake? It was at stake, seriously, considering that the train was so full and could hardly close properly, yet people still want to force themselves in. It was really scary…

Got back and felt super tired, so we slept. We woke up in the middle of the night with my mom deciding, why don’t we make karipaps? Alright, I thought, since I wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore.

Oh, when we were at Sheffield, I told my cousin that we planned to go down to London to go to Portobello Road. Oh, the said cousin is Malay, and according to my surgeon (they were in the same batch), a good cook. I’ve tasted her cooking and it is quite good la. Anyway, she said that we should continue walking till we get to a bridge; underneath it there is a Malaysian restaurant called Makan, which literally means “eat”. And the food there would make it worth walking all the way to get there. To be honest, when we were there, we forgot about it and continued walking as my mom didn’t want to miss anything. We saw a restaurant and thought, why don’t we get a drink, as we stupidly didn’t bring any. Saw Malaysian snacks, so I glanced up, wondering what is the name of the shop. When I saw the name, I remembered what my cousin said. I was like “Mommy!! This must be the place Naseem meant!!”

Huh!! The food looked absolutely pathetic. The karipap was like those that you used the mold; not folded with your own hands. And it was shortcrust pastry instead of layered ones. My mom literally stomped off, wondering what in the world is wrong with her niece who supposedly could cool really well.

So while we were making the karipaps… My mom started to be Mat Jenin. In Malay folklore, Mat Jenin is this guy who is always fantasizing of a better life. Quite a grandiose dude. What was my mom fantasizing? I think I mentioned before… Nonetheless, she was fantasizing that she will build a karipap empire. All starting off with just bringing competition to Makan. I’m not being biased due to being her daughter, but she does make good karipaps. With her filling and my aunt’s skin… they can rule the world of karipaps. Seriously. So she’ll start with selling outside of Makan with the karipaps in the basket, where she will win all Makan customers just from the karipap. And in no time, Makan would run out of business and would have to move. My mom would take over the shop and start selling more things… And everyone in London would come to her place and patronize her place and her place only.

Seriously, Ma.

I couldn’t stop laughing at it. And when I put on my facebook status that I am laughing at her karipap empire dreams, quite a few people wrote on my wall telling me they support me.

Hahahahahahahaha.

Now she’s back in her actual area of specialization; poverty.

Sorry to disappoint. πŸ˜‰

I think I’ve finished what happened in England… Oh, the trip to Stoke-Upon-Trent for the fine bone china. Not much; we got a set for 12. Pattern both of us liked, and not made in England but Bangladesh. Hehehehehe. Oh well..

I should be sleeping

July 27, 2008 Leave a comment

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. πŸ˜› 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…

Secret recipe!!

July 22, 2008 Leave a comment

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:

…….

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!!