Food in uk

Meet my "daddy", How. No really, his name is HOW, fullstop.

He's a cool dad this one, with his Apple Green Macbook and iPhone.

That's SayYuen trying to grab some chocolate cookies.

My daddy makes Killer Chicken Rice!!!
Old School style. Rindu-nya...
And Bak Kut Teh, and loads of other yummy stuff...
So yummy that all his housemates growing fatter by the day, lol!

Found my Camwhore kaki PotaTeo.
Days when my hair was still long.

And then we went for DimSum at Ocean City because they have 30% discounts on weekdays!

The Gang who Gorged DimSum on a Wednesday.
Gary, Say Yuen, Michael, Myself and Alfred

Gary trying to act cool.
But the only cool thing here is probably the tea.

Some DimSum pictures to stimulate your appetite.
Zoomed extra large, so you hate me now?

Siew Long Pao.
Hahaha, please give me satisfaction by growling your stomach please!
I'll leave the food reviews to Food Critic Michael.

Alfred very give face ok. Pose more cute than me. I respect you!!
But the head looks a little dislocated here. Hmmm...
Get well soon please my friend.

With Uncle Mike.

Gary and Say Yuen.
Gary is like this fella out of TVB. Don't know how he manages to give 1001 facial expressions while still looking so pretty!!

What's a good lunch if it wasn't followed by tea?
Apple tea and mouthwatering NY Cheesecake, courtesy of M, G and A.

I also had plenty of birthday cakes, because everyone decided that the womb is too unpopular in October. This is Pek San turning 21 in her PJs =)

About a century ago, I was also lucky enough to be invited to Bernard's place for Steamboat Open House. Seriously it was like ages ago.

Who's that drinking away?
Would you believe it if I said I wasn't drinking beer?
As a matter of fact, it was Wong Lo Kat. Believe or not.
(Cheh, steal Ripley's line, haha.)

Grilling the meat. I must say Benedict did a great job on it.
Not much pictures on it, too busy eating, don't complain.

I think I also forgot to mention that I have a Korean flatmate, EunMo?
We invited her over for dinner exchange one night.

Me and dear EunMo.

This is Cheh Yuk Puk Kum.
Pork in gravy. It's tangy, it's spicy, it's as hot as EunMo!

My favourite dish, hand rolled rice balls with seaweed and sesame.

In exchange, we made Ginger Chicken.
Looks gross but I swear it tasted damn nice that night.

Being Big Bird's Fashion Consultant

After being trapped in Broadgate Park (BGP) for a few week, I've finally outgrew my patience to go lepak in the shopping-haven of a city.
Anyway Big Bird wanted to shed his yellow feathers for cow's skin. Big big project!
Operation Leather Jacket going at full speed ahead!

2 shopping companions for the day, Daniel OMG and Big Bird.
See that Big Bird, 2 phones on his hands! *jealous*
Hmph, at least I have the C902 that you want so much =P

Daniel looking smug grabbing Furry Brown tits.
Just kidding! Melanie, I'm just kidding. He's been a good boy.

This is Big Bird - Before.

Big Bird - AFTER!!!
So handsome, can? Both of us like it so much at first sight.
But then we went looking at Marks & Spencers, TKMaxx, Topman, and a whole range of hight street retailers... still have to come back to this one!
This jacket is probably fated just for Big Bird.
No more cute fluffy yellow big bird. Just rugged, edgy Big Bird now.
Debenhams leather jacket. Price is, well, ask Big Bird yourself =)

Of course, you can't have a girl going out without her actually trying to shop something for herself. Tried on some boots in New Look. Can't decide which really.
Left or right?
(Neither's gonna make my legs look any longer anyway)

A beautiful Autumn's evening in Nottingham city.
It was about 5pm me thinks. Where's the sun?!

To be continued...
Goose Fair, Guy Fawkes Night.

nandos uk

Mummy I did something evil in UK. But I have a weird feeling you won't scold me for it. Well, maybe in front of people, but behind walls, we'll be scheming away...

This is inspired by a blog entry from a new reader who is also a blogger, who is also a friends gf, J. Teeheehee... Welcome to Ling-o-logy 101. Class has been in session since June 2006.

I'm sure pretty much every Malaysian student in the UK would've known about Free Nandos 1/2 Chicken on WinningWembley.com. The most important part of the online voucher would be the part where it says that it expires in 3 days.

Any true Malaysian would have had their Extra Hot 1/2 Chicken digested and excreted out of their system by now. Well, unless you are severely constipated. Ewww... please I don't need to know you're full of shit. Pun intended. Go eat 1kg worth of papaya guarantee your intestines will come out with your shit.

As I was saying...
Any Evil Malaysian, like moi, hohoho, would've done more than just obediently using that voucher 3 days after registration, maybe even had multiple half chickens at all 3 Nandos in Nottingham City. Catching up with my hectic schedule hadn't been easy. Considering the series of unfortunate events that has been twisting my life in 4D directions. (Yeah la I know 4D doesnt exist, just let the poor girl exagerrate a little) I missed the expiry date at 11:55pm on the same date. Dulan betul.

But then!!! Albert and Duncan gave me a brilliant idea! Them being seasoned conmen, and all that hahaha. Good conmen though, if that even makes any sense. Lol, you'll have to meet them to start loving conmens.

And then I went home and photoshopped my voucher. Here's how for freshies and future purposes.

1) Generate another new voucher with a bogus student ID, make sure the new expiry date is what you're looking for.

2) Cut the "Student ID Number" from your expired voucher and paste it on the new one.

3) Print and go claim your chicken.

Voila~! Is this kiasu or what? Probably the best thing I've done since I've been here. As if that was not enough, I also helped generate a few more vouchers for friends who had forgotten to save the PDF file. That's a little more tricky, but it can be done =)

As long as everyone is happy, (happy as above those 2, kekekeke), who cares right? Malaysians must help Malaysians be Malaysians ma. *Sniggers* They charge far too much for a piece of chicken anyway. International students who are reading this, please don't learn such bad things from us Malaysians ok. Especially you M!

I am such a bad influence, Muahahahaha...

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Had another full day lab again. This time, we were making ACE inhibitors. No idea what's that? Check your grandparent's blood pressure pills, the most common one is Enalapril. The process of synthesizing it was so gruelling I was this close to self-administering some unpuritfied ACE inhibitors by stabbing a glass pipette full of it, because my stress levels were sky high.

Except for the moment when I was coo-ing and aww-ing at my beautiful crystals! My babies did turn out plenty and lovely... =) So did my genetics lab gel electrophoresis. Hohoho, I'm so proud of them.

And then I had the most interesting piece of conversation I've had all day. Read, read...

*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
glock is an ass
*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
from that day i start to anti him already
*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
mclaren paid him money izit
*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
ish
你最大的弱点背后可能隐藏着巨大的能量，一旦爆发会成为撼动世界的优点！ says:
suspect by F1 lerr..
你最大的弱点背后可能隐藏着巨大的能量，一旦爆发会成为撼动世界的优点！ says:
in the end ...u know Clock say wat ?
你最大的弱点背后可能隐藏着巨大的能量，一旦爆发会成为撼动世界的优点！ says:
"I was fighting as hard as I could but it was so difficult to just keep the car on the track and I lost positions right at the end of the lap."
你最大的弱点背后可能隐藏着巨大的能量，一旦爆发会成为撼动世界的优点！ says:
babi ..
你最大的弱点背后可能隐藏着巨大的能量，一旦爆发会成为撼动世界的优点！ says:
really want cekek him .
*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
Glock la
*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
ape Clock
你最大的弱点背后可能隐藏着巨大的能量，一旦爆发会成为撼动世界的优点！ says:
thn now make Mr ham LCLY .
*help The Ling... Ferrari almost had it all, screw you HamHam! says:
amboi... when u wana cekek, i help you castrate him while u cekek

I think I'm turning SM. Couldn't stop ROFLMAO-ing the whole conversation. Of course, there were more to it, some part have to censor ok. Got young readers here.

That aside, I think I'm on the verge of stretching myself a little too far again. Gonna hit the sack super early with a belly full of Hot Chocolate =)

Next entry: Yet another one of my PHOTOBLOGs!! Mummy you don't want to miss out on all the things I've been up to while you're not here to keep tabs on me. Muahahaha... Chill mum, chill, I'm just kidding.

Screw HamHam

It's over.

In the closing minutes of the Brazillian Grand Prix, Ferrari's Felipe Massa crossed the finishing line to win at the Sao Paolo Circuit. The moment he crossed that chequered flag, everyone thought, Ferrari has conquered both championships this year. With some good luck and a little help from the also very talented Sebastien Vetel, they have found a new Formula 1 hero, in his homeland, Brazilian's pride, Felipe Massa.

People then started to get ready to rejoice, while waiting for the other slow pokes to finish running on the track.

Or so they thought.

In the final corner of the race, Lewis Hamilton who was supposed to be losing out to Felipe Massa in the Drivers Championship pulled a miraculous stunt to overtake Timo Glock to take 5th position. At 5th position he was, and then he crossed the finishing line. As the brand new Formula 1 Champion Driver.

Instantly, the celebration preparations in the Ferrari garage ceased.

My hats off to Lewis for winning the Drivers Title on his second season. Unfortunately, mere figures and trophies aren't convincing me that you are indeed a good driver. You're just a lucky b*st*rd.

My apologies to British Hamilton fans. Why are you supporting someone who moved from a taxable British bank account to a new tax-free Swiss account? He's earning millions, and could be subsidizing loads on your merciless English Taxes, to benefit the NHS or other government funded projects. And yet, this selfish airhead decided that he wants to earn all your money (through endorsements and sponsorships), then keep it ALL for himself. I feel sad for your blind support.

My deepest regrets and consolation for the Ferrari Team. Who worked so incredibly hard against the McLaren scandal, on the engines, and on the drivers. You have never failed to prove that you operate as a TEAM. Win as a team. Lose as a team. Ferrari deserves nothing short of a Constructors Championship really. However I am confident, that with Kimi and Felipe under your belt again next season, this will give Lewis a run for his money.

One championship for each team. Constructors for Ferrari, Drivers for Hamilton of McLaren. Share share lah ok. McLaren you take what you can get. Next year you're not getting it anymore.

P/s: Screw you HamHam for ruining my day.

P/p/s: Although Kimi didn't win the championship this year, I'm glad he got 3rd anyway. He's been brilliant. As always =)

Ling's Loves

It's time to get rid of all the negative energy from my blog as well. The dark clouds in my life has FINALLY floated away after much swearing from me. What better way to chase away yet another depressive episode of my life, than to recollect the things that I'm fond of.

Confession, I was lepak-ing around Beeston today between lectures. Actually, more like window shopping! It's been ages since I last had the mood to explore the quaint little stores with a large SALE banner on the display window. I realised that I have been missing out on the little joys of life while I was being depressed. Now that I'm seeing my glass as being half full again, I want to embark on a little psychological rediscovery of myself. To get in touch with my inner self again.

Let's see if I still remember what I love...

Religiously visiting 1Utama every weekend! Generally for window shopping, trying on clothes that I love-but-cannot-afford, taking pictures in the dressing room, meeting up with friends for movies and karaoke!

Patani style Sup Kambing, Mamak, and all their Ah Nehs. I miss those late night outings with friends, indulging in sinful plates of oily, salty Maggi Goreng, only to wash it down with a glass of super sweet Limau Ais. And for dessert? Portugal winning a world cup match on their gigantic screen projectors. Sweet!!!

Getting my hair washed and trimmed for only Rm15. Now everyone knows that I am STILL a cheapo. Because everyone already knows I'm a cheapo. But seriously, the salons here charge a bomb for washing your hair, and yet they never do it like they do in Malaysia. It's the way they keep adding expensive smelling shampoo on your head, making more and more and MORE WHITE SUDS on your head, all the while making sure that my stressed scalp was getting a good pressure massage all the way down to my neck and shoulders. A good 20 minutes worth of bliss I say! I nearly always fall asleep on the chair.

The Body Shop SALE!!! Everyone loves the The Body Shop. I have a soft spot for ethical trading gimmick and plant derived products! Unfortunately the normal retail prices of British TBSs are so excruciatingly unaffordable. It's a luxury that I will have to give up. Sigh. I've brought some TBS products, such as my favourite Peach Body Butter. Tak sampai hati to open the tub lah! Once opened, I will finish it very soon. And then I will have nothing left =( But I now have to resort to it. My hands have started to hurt and crack from being overused and tormented with washing detergents. Need the super duper body butter to save my poor hands.

Lazy afternoon naps on the couch. Need I to elaborate more? Just knowing the fact that I have got the time to relax and be lazy, even if it's just for 15 minutes, does wonders for my brain too.

Flipping through bimbo magazines and being stupid. I have got to just appreciate moments of low brain activity. Forget the lab reports, deadlines, and books. In my definition, being bimbo, is not about being beautiful. It's about being delightfully dumb and self obsessed. A brief moment of bimbo-ness a day, keeps the insanity at bay.

Christmas: the season, the song, the sales, the mood and the decoration! All I know that Christmas is magical somehow. I can't seem to put my finger on it, but everything seems more peaceful, and beautiful at the same time. Probably the only time of the year when people are actually genuinely nice to each other. Be it the Kenny G Holiday Albums, or the gorgeous decorations, or the industrial conglomerates commercializing the holiday, I will still love it. No matter what.

Long warm baths! With loads of suds, shampoos and shower gels in my favourite scents. Or even better, a bath tub perfect for bubble baths :) All that's left is a good heater so I can get my bathroom all steamy and foggy for writing silly notes on the mirror and sounds proof walls so that I can practice my horrible Mariah Carey impersonation XD Good times...

Laps in the pool. It's not easy for me to get started. But when I do, I'm pretty much unstoppable until I have done at least a dozen laps in an Olympic sized pool. Yes I do realise that I may seem like a fragile bag of bones that can be washed away by the currents generated from another stronger swimmer. I guess that when I swim, I'm pretty much in a trance of my own. My mind tends to unreel itself, so I get a lot of deep thinking done while I'm on autopilot in the pool. Especially on sunny afternoon, I like watching the diffracted sunlight at the bottom of the pool, the way it changes with every ripple generated from each swimming stroke. I find it somewhat emotionally therapeutic.

Playing my piano or guitar in the dead of the night. Many should have known by now that I'm never really good with words. However, I do find that I can express myself through music. The best time would be when everyone's asleep, and that would be the best moment to unleash all that emotions. I miss my piano, I really do. It's the only thing that has gone through most of my life with me, from PTS to SPM, and all the way to uni. We have a unique love-hate relationship =)

That's 10 of Ling's Loves. By now, I'm feeling oh-so-good about myself. Pardon this bimbotic, self-obsessed entry full of "I"s, a girl needs moments to be all about herself sometimes. Maybe just this one time. Remind me to do this again when I start to be emo next time.

N96 dates C902

And then, the long awaited day has arrived.

It was going to be their first date.

While everyone was busy taking in the info in Advanced Drug Delivery,
the lovebirds gadgets couldn't help but pay attention only to each other.

(Picture taken by another N96, intrigued by the inter-racial relationship-in-development.)

To her surprise, N96 decided to sent her a romantic song via Bluetooth.
Both phones were only equally as fast in Bluetooth speed.
The N96 was flirting so hard there were sparks in the air!

How could it resist?

Soleil is stunning in black, with a hint of silver for a touch of class.

Not only drop-dead gorgeous in its slender one-piece figure,
Yes, my phone looks nicer than yours.
the C902 is a highly intelligent gadget capable of taking this game to a whole new level.
Tech-wise, the C902 was not as far away from N96 as their price.
A challenge is probably what the brainy N96 is up for.
My C902 is not playing hard to get, it IS hard to get.
The Slim Soleil (C902) subconsciously leaned on the strong shoulders of the N96.
Now you see how thick that thing is.
The N96, large built all around, meant there Soleil is never gonna have insecurities.
Too bulky for girls, its like holding a chunk of cheese. Tut tut.
N96's bold and black exterior was all too sexy for Soleil to resist.
N96 is too much of a fingerprint magnet for my liking
It was all good and romantic, until...

N96's master decided that he wants to play with his phone once the lecture was over!

not ready to make nice

Not Ready to Make Nice
by Dixie Chicks

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
Some people should stop bitching about me, I'm through being patient
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
And stop pretending in front of others,
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell
And I don’t have time
To go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do
what it is you think I should
Fishing sympathy out of nothing, I do think that's pretty pathetic

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
Forget physical injuries, who is there to nurse my emotional wounds?
I made my bed
And I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and
I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
Leave me some dignity and stop acting like you care
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time
To go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do
what it is you think I should
For I've seen it all, and I do feel sorry for the people who fell for it
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time
to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do
what it is you think I should
I know why help was given because they are the same kind of humans
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

There is no excuse for incompetence, especially when the initiative is not there.
P/s: I can't think of a better way to express myself. Many thanks to those who lent their ears, (and knees) to shake me up from my dream. I love you guys.

cant work in malaysia?

Dear Mummy,

It's approximately 5am in Malaysia now so I dare not wake you up. And I know you read my blog. I pray that you will read this morning!

I've just realized something. You know I have a folder for all my certificates and qualifications?
Well I THINK I stuffed it in the DHL box as well. The one that DHL destroyed. (Story below)

Yes, my paperwork for A Levels, SPM, PMR, UPSR, PTS, Piano, Mental Arithmetic, Cambridge ESOL, IELTS, Competitions, Positions, are all in there. Both ORIGINALS and VERIFIED COPIES.

Without my SPM cert, I think I can't go back and work in Malaysia anymore. And there will be nothing else to back my qualifications anymore. All the claims in my Curricullum Vitae are henceforth pointless.

Please check for me if it's still where I usually keep it. My other non-clothes cupboard, the shelf below the drawers. You will remember it as the RED clear folder.

Thanks mummy, and email me the results please. I will be in Lab all day.

Ling.

DHL bluff my money

It's official now. Confirmed and everything.

DHL has DESTROYED *echo* DEStroyed, Destroyed, destroyed... *echo* my 20kg parcel from Malaysia!!!

An accurate account from the DHL person's email to me. Apologetic and all.

DHL bluff my money... =(
And then I cried my heart out. Poor Julyan stumbled onto me at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

For the lazy bums who were too lazy to click onto the picture, here's what happened in a nutshell. DHL was scheduled to destroy parcel number 9475, but my 9745 parcel was destroyed instead. Obviously, it was an error on their part. No wonder I couldn't get my delivery despite multiple attempts, and spending nearly 10 pounds on calls to DHL alone!
(Apparently, 08- prefixed numbers does not contribute to the minutes on contract phones)

Seriously, what are the odds of that happening. I don't see me beating the odds at lotteries lo. Emo Extreme!!! Lately my luck damn suey, dont' know why. Chopped my fingers along with my carrots while laughing the other day, not to mention a series of events that contributed to the emotional turmoil in me. These are times when life is so cruel!!!

I have lost Sherwood's Human Physiology, Alcamo's Microbiology, Dewick's Medicinal Natural Products, all original books. And that's not even the worst bit. My beautifully handwritten notes, in lead and Foolscap Paper... Gone...! GONE...!!! That's over 10kgs worth of handwritten & lecture notes. Can you imagine how much it is??? In addition to that, the numerous lab practicals that I have slaved and starved over...! GONE!!!! And, and, my lovely guitar notes and scripts...! (Thank goodness my guitar wasn't in there) DHL!!! How could you do this to me T__T Yes, other than my precious notes and books, there was nothing else in there.

*Crying so hard Nottingham is gonna flood all week*

No amount of compensation is gonna make up for the loss. Nothing. DHL you just wait. I'm gonna sue you until your pants drop. Hmph! People next time use Pos Laju, FedEx, or whichever. Not DHL PLEASE!

Heartbrokened,
Ling.

N96 meets C902

When Nokia N96 meets Sony Ericsson C902...

The humble C902 was just indulging in the sounds from the Grand Piano at the Queens Medical Centre when the more absolutely stunning N96 caught the corner of its eye.

The shininess, oh-la-la!
Can you see now how beautiful it is?
All the glory of the sleek N96 captured in 5 megapixel clarity.
Clear shot from the Sony Ericsson C902
And then the N96 caught my C902 staring lustily at its body.
It thought, "Tryin' to hit on me , aye?"
The N96 then glared back 5 megapixels worth of approval.

The look of a nervous C902.
And with a capture of the picture, the heart of the C902 was also captured.
Dull disappointing shot of the C902 by the N96
It was hot, and it was fast.
My vulnerable C902 was led on.
Well the first thing to do is of course to flirt from far via Bluetooth.
To her very surprise, the N96 flirted back too!
And then there's going to be, another date, another day.
Another exciting hot moment of getting to know the N96 awaits.
The dawn of C902 vs N96 wars, stay tuned ;)
A hot new single from Britney Spears, Womanizer to complement this entry.



Can I say I'm so addicted to the beat of this song!
And I don't even love pop for a living... Britney is absolutely stunning here. What a comeback!

bob

With a heavy heart, I have let my long weathered locks go. Now sporting a lightweight, short-ish bob, I have a new bounce in my step!

Hurrah to saving shampoo, conditioner, hair care, washing time and blow drying time!!! Besides saving plenty of money in the long run, I am also saving precious time. They say time is money right? In the end I save even more money then! Ahah! Yes, it's all about the money!!

Before: Long Hair, looking rather mature and feminine.

I have this uncanny urge to want to do multiple hair flips within a short time frame. Muahahaha... And this time, my hair ain't gonna slap anyone in the face, get tangled, or get caught on a twig. Bouncy bobs are the way to go! Bye limp locks!

Look at the hair, and forget the face.
Looks like I've taken off some years as I take the inches off my hair!
Seriously, no amount of camwhoring can turn out right in the wee hours of the morning.
Promise to put up a nicer shot one day.

Perhaps I should also couple this entry with a review of the DJ Hairdressing Salon at Portland Building. Don't buy it when they say appointment not always necessary, it IS necessary. To be honest, I did not expect their business to be so good. The one in UNiM always seem to be pretty deserted if you ask me. There are basically 3 hairdressers there, and I had Emma serving me.

We went through some magazines, for what she called a "complete restyle"... I just wanted to chop like 6 inches off my hair, she makes it sound so dramatic! I would say she was quite honest to say that my pathetic mop of curl resistant hair will never achieve "The Magazine Effect"without styling products, and probably Adobe Photoshop. Being the typical British she is, she put it in the most elegant sounding way possible, I'm the one being blunt on my blog. I liked that honesty, and the not-too-peppy personality. Honestly, the way the girls in Malaysian salons always pretend to take so much interest in you scare the crap outta me. Especially with me not being too keen to share details of my life with perfect strangers. I always think "very close with you meh, ask so much. Busybody betul."

40 minutes was all she took to decide on a style, wash, cut and blowdry my hair. What a nice way to earn 20 pounds. I really should quit pharmacy and take up hairdressing. Oh and did I mention that she used loads of products on my hair as well? Generous dollops of shampoo, conditioner, volumising moose, setting spray, shine serum and other potions was slapped onto my hair. By the time she was done, my hair was clubbing-ready! Although I did think she OD-ed on the volumising thingy, I felt like a poodle for awhile. After an afternoon nap, the volume died down a little leaving me feeling just like a cotton ball and less like Guy Sebastian. Much better now :) Bottomline? Recommended if you want to save 3 pounds travelling to the city centre for a hair cut.

P/s: What do you think of my new haircut? Poll on side column!!!

P/p/s: Did I mention that I *heart* my new phone?! Test shots from my Sony Ericsson C902 coming up soon. It will make you want to forget about the iPhone.

Weather

Mummyyyyyyyyy.....

*cry*

I want my mummy T__T

With winds of up to 29 miles an hour, I was nearly blown all the way back to Malaysia ok. One whole frozen block of bones. And I'm not even joking.

Why oh why
I so "pandai"
Choose to come here, where no sun 晒
WHY?????!!!!
(berpantun pulak, eh leh.....)

The wind was like "Wooooo.... wooooo.... woooo...."around my ears.
And then I go like "Huhuhuhu.....T__T"
More scary than hearing that my account has just been successfully deducted of thousands of pounds. No fatty meat or hot cocoa to keep me warm inside out. Sigh. Just some half digested Salami Sandwich desperately trying to crawl deeper into my gut where it's warm.

Feeling terribly whiny today. Probably due to the lack of sleep, or that I didn't manage to chop my locks off as intended. Or maybe because I know that I have a full heavy duty day tomorrow. Sigh. If I have a camera following me, you would be watching the most tear jerking drama EVER.

Sony Ericsson C902

"FINALLY...

Now my life doesn't seem so bad...

It's the best that I've ever had...

This phone I get to own FINALLY...!!!"

Sony Ericsson C902.

Light weight

Slim

Sleek

Cool shade of black

5.0 megapixel Cybershot Camera

Touchscreen features

20 pounds a month for 18 months

Allowance of up to 2600 minutes & texts

Please turn GREEN with jealousy because that would make me so happy.
(joking lah!)

No I don't care if you have a N96, iPhone or Omnia.

Your N96 is thicker than my ham sandwich.

The iPhone is an overrated piece of metal.
(except Barrie's unit *swoon* )

And I dislike Samsung phone systems in the first place, let alone the Omnia.

Everybody meet my new phone/camera, Soleil.

touring my room

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stupidity

"There is more stupidity than hydrogen in the universe, and it has a longer shelf life.", quote from Lilian's messenger nickname.

You know, I couldn't agree more. This time I've gotta say what's on my mind.

In a few hours time, it's going to be 3 months and a week since the day that tiny Malaysian girl walked out of the Malaysian Airlines Boeing 747 into the heart of UK. Please don't be surprised, it has been a very long time.

The time that has lapsed between then and now, has changed me. In ways that I cannot comprehend, in ways that surprise even myself. Oh what have I become?

Speaking of stupidity, it has sparked some new realization. No longer am I taking sh*t from asses that I have never been fond of in the first place. Shocking extreme. Looking back, I have no idea how on Earth I managed to tolerate such rubbish, on a regular basis.

Something about being wrongly accused, misjudged of my character by a gullible, insensitive individual tripped the fuse. These people never fail to amaze me with their incompetence in thought and speech coordination. It really is a wonder that they are still standing in front of me, very much not slapped to embarrassment, and still live to see how their asses (and the victims') are being covered up for the greater good. What's the use of the cerebrum and the cerebelum when it's not being used anyway, it's better off being donated to Neurology labs so they can carry more tests, and hopefully come up with a cure for stupidity, for human's sake.

And then there are some especially annoying ones, who falls for the slightest gesture of manipulation. Even I can smell it from a mile away, even if it wasn't targeted at me. Idiots who live on one side of the story and reject plausible justification ought to be shot in the head and be fed to the piranhas. At least some good will come out of it. Little Amazon fishies gets enough to eat, hence delaying their extinction.

Today, I'm proud to have stood up for myself and not being pushed around.

I will only say this once. Don't talk c*ck to me. And I mean it. This girl has evolved.

Broadgate Park

Alas, my days of moving around has ended! Days of London-Hereford-Ledbury-Nottingham, BE GONE!

*poof*

And then I appear at my spanking new Broadgate Park Twin Ensuite Studio! Setting me back at 3200 pounds a year, it is worth every single penny!

Click to have a virtual tour of my room.
(Well, not exactly my room, but nearly. Will take more pictures of my REAL ROOM when I'm done putting everything away)

Just want to brag and say that I *heart* my new room, muahahahaa...

Oh and did I mention I just bought this super rock chick lookin' leather jacket? If Grace hadn't spotted it, I wouldn't have given my heart (and my money) for this baby. Lol. Love at first sight? Maybe. But I needed another jacket/coat for autumn anyway because one would just not suffice.

Taa-daa... I don't know why it looks so pale in the picture, I swear it looks way more gorgeous through a live eye than through the camera's lens. It's actually a golden brown hue with this mysterious sheen that glows when the fabric catches the light. Awesome. And this is THE LAST size 8 on the shelf. We're fated =)

Also while we were exploring around the shopping haven of a city centre, we came across something peculiar...

Aren't they cute. One bird on each alphabet.
And boy, do those pigeons know their branded perch!

The International Welcome Week has just concluded, so it's one big kick from our Summer Holidays back to the lecture rooms for us *CRY* The Welcoming Programme itself has been awesome, and I found myself more spontaneous and sporting than ever. Among the highlights of the activities I participated are:

An ice-breaking sort of event, The Barn Dance.
I've never held so many guy's hand in one night. I must've had more than a dozen different partners! Some are cute, some are sweaty, some are too tall for me, some are sweet. We held hands, galloped, circled, danced and did everything else as we were told. In the end, he night left me flushed, blushed and breathless.


Loosening up my bones during club night at Oceana.
Thank goodness for the fog. You should've seen those eyebags.
Clockwise from left: TseKai, Rachel, Sara, YitLing, Simon, Myself, ChongNgie, Bernard, OJ, Smirnoff Ice No.1, Smirnoff ice No.2
Credits to Brian and Bernard for the Smirnoff Ice and Vodka Apple, and Simon and KarYong for the photo.

Some of my new (possibly genetically modified) woolly friends at The University of Nottingham, Sutton Bonnington Campus.

Courtesy of the University, every new international student is provided accommodation at the Catered University Halls, that's Derby Hall Room D18 for me.

One of our dinners.
Battered Pollock, Peas and Carrots, Mashed Potatoes, Rice, Bread and Butter Pudding.

Chicken Lasagne, Cauliflower and broccoli, Spicy Curly Fries and Chocolate Trifle.
The food is boleh makan lah. Thank goodness I'm not staying in the catered halls.
I didn't bother taking pictures of our breakfast, because we get the same old thing everyday.
A SINGLE Croissant, Oat with Double Cream, Banana/Orange/Apple, Assorted cereal with Semi-Skimmed Milk, Toast with assorted spreads, Tea/Coffee/Hot chocolate/OJ.
Boring, boring, boring, yucks, yucks, yuck.

Mummy, Daddy my connection in my room is FREE. Yes it means that I don't have to pay extra for it, but it also means that the line is not excellent. Sigh. I will try to online to skype with you guys ok. Muacks.