CMI big time

I’m having chicken pox-like symptoms to live up to my chicken pox-like scars.

WTT.

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I’ve been waking up early since arrival, at 6am, if not 530 or 230 or not sleeping at all. Therefore, as a fi*ha*lial daughter, I followed mum out to send Luke to school and thence to market(s) daily. Mum has to do some sort of shopping everyday.

She complained that I did not wash my part time beach shorts.

Only three days leh.

Don’t like lah, have to wash clothes so often now. =D

No matter how reluctant I am to surrender my top to wash daily, I know I wouldn’t want moulds to grow and feed on my sweat. That will be just simply disgusting.

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I’m giving my dad the title of SAI, Nicole WHIJ and Luke WHIT.

SAI(Stay Awake Inspector)
He was so anxious for me to counter jet lag. I thought, no rush. Night sleep seems to be more like my evening nap, and vice versa.

Dinner is breakfast and breakfast is dinner. =)

And one must-eat a day.

WHI(White Hair Inspector)
J stands for Junior, and T stands for Trainee. Samantha is the senior. That is because I have to ask for periodical hair check, especially after exam. Samantha was the one who discovered the white hair zone.

Today, since Sam is not around, I had to ask Nicole for help. She surprisingly was willing to run through my hair before I need my nap. Luke came to busybody after that, but he was still poor telling apart reflection and white/grey hair.

Nicole did not find any hair which whole length was white. So, I was telling her that it was because I did not study enough for the previous exam. The average of the proportion of white to black was roughly 30% white. I know it’s pretty bad.

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I made some Triple Cs because mum is too busy with work and the maidless-household. Grandma and mum always bake most of the cookies for CNY. Mum may only have time this year to bake the family favourite-pineapple tarts. A must, like obviously.

The pineapple tarts are very precious, especially to orang luar negara.

How precious you would ask.

Very precious. This is evident in a salvaging-the-pineapple-tarts-project, in which I was present.

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FYI, I believe the Daddy above made me extraordinary. I do not partake pineapple tarts.

I feel like a blessing to my cousins and uncles. -_-”’

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Dad always give positive responses, while mum negative expressions.

This time, my grandma said, ‘Boleh tahan’.

Very rare, okay!

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The joy compensated a heartbreak rejection earlier.

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P/S Ting Xin’s parents somewhat confirmed that I really do look like I have chicken pox! They gave me the same comment, a few minutes apart.

panasnye boleh mati

The two main things that people returning from the UK complain and grumble about are:

1. The temperature and heat
2. The Internet speed

I knew I was going to be the next whiner.

It felt exactly like sauna once I stepped out from the plane.

Needless to say, I started sweating like a pig. It was like reflex.

And soon enough, I became too sweaty and sticky to hug and to be hugged.

The KL Choo’s went to the airport. So yippy!

They missed me THAT much, they couldn’t wait two weeks to see me at home, despite the fact that I was only away for 7 months.

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By 6am yesterday, I finished my bowl of 5am laksa.

I wonder if the laksa portion was meant to be that small or I’ve became a bigger eater.

The decision to get the laksa that early was due to sleepless night after arrival and dinner(UK time) was due, plus, in a few days, I’ll be waking up way past 5am.

I did drive out. It was really safer for me to drive that early as there were very few cars on the road.

Due to my rusty driving skills, I had to consult Ed Kuah at 5am on how to turn on the low light and the high light. He was the only one that I knew was awake, because of FB.

I was really unsure on how bright is the low light.

I even went down from the car to look at the light.

Besides that, FYI, I have super horrendous sense of direction. Muar is such a small town, but I don’t know how to get to many places.

However, I always know how to get back home.

I don’t care that the route I take may not be the shortest.

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Despite the call to Ed, a lorry blink-blinked at me. I was driving without the low light.

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I had the longest and the most excruciating facial treatment experience ever, today.

I look like I have chicken poxes now.

I can’t go to KL before all these scars heal.

But then, it may take forever.

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I also got my second FAT comment, from a non-family.

And my second saman ticket.

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With the worst skin condition in my life, yes, in my life, and more foreseen incoming FAT comments, I may have to reconsider the decision to get my hair cut only after CNY, to mitigate the scars and chubs.

to sleep or not to sleep

As I was greeted in the morning by the snow dusting upon rooftops that looked like icing sugar covered ginger bread houses, I said,

Baby, mummy’s coming home!

of whiteness – the full moon, snow drizzle/dust, Nando’s creamy salad dressing and tee

I gained two kgs after having Nando and I thought I won’t be able to try the Nando’s here. Because it is, claimed by Hui Yi, way better than the Nando’s in Malaysia.

It is indeed wayyyyyy better.

Unless it has been decided and I have no choice, I will not step into any Nando’s in KL by my own will.

I have always thought that the chickens served are pretty dry.

That’s why Kenny Rogers is always, always above Nando’s.

Since Nando’s has been crossed out, the only (food) regret may be Tesco Finest’s pork and leek sausages.

Thanks not to Thern!

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I’ve been banning myself from entering any shop since maybe last week. I have super itchy hands.

But *screams*, at least an additional 1.5kg from some shopping in the retail park in Borehamwood. I’m innocent! Except for the white tee and Easter chocolate eggs, and super adorable perky pigs candles.

Irresistible, okay!

Aunt said, “Haiya, see, not heavy!”

Individually, they aren’t.

When I said mum would kill me as she warned me not to get any chocolate, she replied, “Don’t worry, you’re not the one buying.”

Pretty early for Easter, don’t you think?

Marks and Spencer has a few super cute chocolate animals-cows, ducks, etc!

They resemble ornaments, more than as dessert/treat/sin.

“I wouldn’t eat them”, I told Aunt Alice.

Now, what to throw or leave if I have to leh?

cousin Cherish said on FB, “Let’s jump and grow taller :)”

That would probably do me no good, in terms of height.

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Fav pic from Paris-Switz trip =))

I think I’m slightly taller than that.

I bent my knee, you see.

And see, looks like Chun Hoe tiptoed.

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BTW FYI, I rolled snow, like carpet!

everything is covered in snow like a thick layer of icing sugar on cake…

… ,cream cheese on carrot cake or whipped double cream on pavlova.

So, you have heard about the postponement of the Barclays Premier League Arsenal vs Bolton Wanderers.

Into the third day after the postponement and no news about the revised date for the match, my hope of watching a game before I leave has begun melting away like the snow before Christmas.

Despite ‘saved from getting ice-hard arse…’, my effort of putting on ‘...2 layers of leggings, 2 layers of socks, leg warmers, layers and layers of clothes, thinsulate gloves, scarf, plus my hot pants and my hot hearts warmers...’ turned out to be in vain for the match, but I still needed them lah outdoors.

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Cousin Sheung who brought HingYee and I to see Mr. Tall Snowman

The snowman was a head taller than I am. Just like Chun Hoe – I shall post up my favourite picture from the Paris-Switz trip soon.

I would like someone that big to hug and cling on. =))

Little did I know that snow can be too powdery to form anything, whatmore knowing that fresh snow can be rolled up like carpet!

it is a love-hate relationship

With studying.

While some have started their term or school, I literally have nothing to keep me beneficially occupied.

After each semester/term/year, excitement will pump in as I tell myself that I have to do better, that I will not slack, I will study consistently and prepare well for the next exam.

I think I <3 studying.

Though I’m not that good at it.

But when exam stress and pressures kick in, like anyone else, I hope for a holiday.

And when I do not have to study (like now), I will just go on and on about having nothing to do and conclude that I can’t enjoy time-offs.

I just can’t sit still and relax, for long at least.

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School-goers here have Summer holidays, and the weather is terrible, e.g heavy snow, they get day-offs.

when it gets a lil cold in London, it snows

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But I get to marvel at the view from my room.

Sejuk sikit je, dah snow

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Dad, mum, da jie, Sam, Nicole and Luke,

I, your daughter/ sister

am going watching a football match

live in a Stadium tonight!

it wasn’t my call anyway

And it snowed when I thought it wouldn’t anymore at New Year’s midnight.

It did bring just the little bit of joy which saved my first day of 2010 from being completely a moody, downward curve one.

With the two Barcombe guys, the pretty boy with outgrown hair and FM/the other mini boy, I had peri peri grilled wings, tiny drumlets rather, from the oh-so-famous legen*wait for it*dary Chicken Cottage of Streatham Hill Station as my first meal of 2010.

If anyone need to know, 2009 could have been a better year.

(I don’t want to say a lousy year as it wasn’t awful and it could have been worse. Despite that, it has been a pretty teary second half of a year, considering I did cry myself to sleep and finding that I couldn’t stop crying the next morning after waking up from a bad dream)

I am grateful to God and for the people who were part of it.

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Happy New Year, Jessica.

Erm, peace out?

post christmas dinner or should i call it a second

Gosh, all my valid student cards expire tomorrow!

Now, I have to drag someone with an unexpired UK student card if I want to get anything from shops which give student discounts like Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, New Look etc. And also to get a free burger or medium fries or ice cream for every McDonald’s set meals.

I spent my days watching series and movies, eating and sleeping. It has been like only 2 or 3 days. How am I going to survive a month like this?

I feel miserable at least once everyday when I wake up or before I sleep, or if not, at midday.

I told my parents that I may be regretting my decision to stay back.

What was I thinking back then? Oh ya, I had some plans.

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And, and how to not get fat like this?