Last story about London

Yeah, I know I should be blogging bout my awesome trip during New Year to Czeh and Poland, instead of still posting bout my long due story on London.
It should be, bye-bye Christmas.....and Hello new year!!
But too bad...I still like the idea of harping on backdated issue. :-p

So, we managed to witness this really funny performance going on in Covent Garden. I love that place. If you have read bout my previous post, I have been there before, and I chose to go there again! Cause I love not only the cupcakes, but also the very peaceful, and scenic view there.

So, as we walk on....and randomly board the tube, we found ourselves arriving at Liverpool street. Weirdly, there were hardly any souls around, and the weather was unbearably cold. Though I must say, it is far worse now....*I haven't stepped foot outside since I came back from Czeh, cause you can only see snow everywhere, and the idea of laying any one side of my feet on the patch of snow freaks the hell out of me. You know what? I left Birmingham, when it was cold, but bearable, arrived at a very chilly Prague, the town nearly froze me to death, and to my horrendous surprise, Poland got me one step away from crying my way home. It was terribly cold. And I was telling my friends then, that I bet heading back to Prague would make me feel like landing in heaven....and coming back to Birmingham, I would be striding around in Bikini. Too bad for me, cause the snow followed me....yes....ME!!! From Poland to Prague, because as we arrived back at Prague the last day, it started snowing....and when I came back to Birmingham....and to thank God I could see clear ground.......the very next day....it was all covered with snow.*

Yes, this guy has never been inside a church before. He was at awed at every single things he could lay his eyes and itchy fingers on.

5 chances, and get 2 shots in the net, you'll win this back.
YP got it for me!

Poor thing is now staying with him. And he refused to allow it on bed. Said it is dirty. Am so pissed! But, I have no extra place for it either, so the poor thing is now sitting next to YP's dustbin in his room.

Monthly game

Hey people! I am back. more updates await..but I need to continue my monthly game first:

This month....
I like: that I realise my hair has grown quite long. I love the length.

I don't like: that I need to start working on my dissertation.

I want you to know: that I am proud that I am able to control my emotion better these days.

I've planned: to save my money, and start my europe trip soon after my disseration.

I want to say to someone special: Ning, please pick your phone!!! I have called you a zillion times!!!

I am so excited that I have so many stories to write about, and photos to upload here, but for now, I need to help YP with his exam preparation, so please allow me some time to settle down awhile....Thanks! Cheers! And...all the best everyone.

Damn embarrassing post for today+British Museum pictures 2

I am NOT going to Czeh tomorrow (29th).....I am going, day after tomorrow (30th). How could I get my date wrong?? Gosh....being too ignorant, I guess. :-)

Something really stupid happen today.
I was shopping at Birmingham City Centre....and so, my friend, HS and I saw sales going on in La Senza. Yeah...you bet your ass on it, we rush into it, started to do some serious scrutinizing, and ended up burying our head, looking at the wonderful female boxers on sales.
5 pieces for 12pound! What a steal!
The size listed was "S", and though "S" was obviously the smallest they have in the shop, we were skeptical we could fit our butt into those boxers. Maybe they were meant for the ang mohs....bigger, fuller, more voluptuous bottoms.....so, we were debating, on whether to give it a shot.
Buy??? No buy???
And I'm sure most Malaysians, if not all, do this.....
take the pants/shorts/skirts/.....okay, in my case, female boxers, and have the top part a.k.a the waist line, round over our neck. If it fits perfectly, means, Bingo! If it doesn't, means, it is either too big or too small. Depending on whether there is excess at the end.
So, we tried that...not remembering, we were in Holly shit land.........EnglishLAND!!
Gosh....and boy, were all the customers, queuing up staring at us.
Bewildered, puzzled......and shock.
I bet they were thinking,
" What the fuck?? What are those Asians trying to do??? Boxers for the neck?? What?!! another different sex trick?"
Lolx.....embarrassment of the year, i guess....

Pictures of British Museum

This is why we are often advised to NOT buy pirated stuff.
Now, I totally get the point.
1) I am using pirated windows.
2) I am using pirated Microsoft office.
3) I am using pirated anti virus software.
And, therefore, I dare not click on any "update" button here, for I do NOT want to end up being thrown in jail, or fined. Knowingly, the Brits, are damn particular about copyrights, they could even track people downloading Hong Kong series!!
With all those mess, my poor laptop, with its very outdated software could no longer function well. And uploading pictures regardless of in facebook, or blog, is always met with the result - "upload failed, please try again".
Therefore, with wonderful friends, I am allowed to use her laptop for awhile, hence, these are the few photos, I am able to upload for now.
My trip to British Museum!

Main entrance.....

This is just the first part....I have saved the mummies pictures for my next post.
But I guess, that may need to wait till a week or so later...as day after, I'm heading to Czeh Republic and Poland for my awesome new year countdown!.
Till then...lots of love from me to all readers whom I have regarded as my friends....Happy New Year!

Can't help wondering...

I remember reading somewhere in MKL's blog that, when you're up, the next thing that can happen is, heading down.
Last time, a friend used to tell me, when you hit rock bottom, the only thing that will happen, is that you rise again.
Life is painful...it never grant you happiness, nor put you through failure for nothing.
Someone told me,
"when reality sinks in, you'll see clearly..things that you're blinded when you're in love"

When I was in my previous relationship, all I thought was, to get someone who fits my bill, criteria wise. And indeed, he was anything but everything I could ask for. Someone who speaks fluent English, who has a degree in his hand, capable of coping with just anything in life, stable career too, blends in well with my family. And therefore, I overlook the point, that I should gone for a guy who loves me instead of judging a guy based on criterias. That's when things spiral down wards.

Lesson 1 well learnt, and I progress on...in search for love, rather than what is on the outlook.
That's when I met him, and blissfully in love.
But, just like the statement above, reality seems to slowly sink in. He does his duty as a bf...caring, and good. Nothing for me to complain. And after all, I am looking for someone who loves me, no?
But, now, here I am sitting, and catching few glances at him, while he is sleeping, I can't help it, but wonder....will we make it through?
What we both believe in love, is the same. But what we both believe in life, is so different, we are just simply worlds apart. And I acknowledge the fact, that there are more to come.
The gap....is becoming more and more apparent.

I can't help it but to ask, why is life...made as such.
Two people of the same race, and religion, being together need maybe 90% effort to work things out.
Two people of different race or religion need maybe 110% effort?
Then how about two people of same race, different country?
I guess, I am confusing everyone here.
I am from a tiny little country, called Malaysia.
YP, is from this huge land, called China.
yes...we met halfway though the globe, in a place called England.
I very much believe in fate.
FATE + EFFORT = definitely work out.
FATE - EFFORT = will work out too. Cause you're fated, no?
-FATE + EFFORT = will never work out. Living example of my previous relationship.
-FATE - EFFORT = would never have been together in the first place.

The words "Cultural Differences" seem to be making its way into my head. I hope I have enough willpower to pull through it. Though very often, we human should live for the present, instead of worrying for the future. But its just human's nature to fret over every single thing.

I look at my blog, and can't help it but wonder, what will I be blogging, 10years down the road? About my fail quest for love? Or about my fail duty as a mother? Or about how I have found a wonderful husband? Or how contented I am with life, having just a successful career, and no love issues to worry about?
Life is damn unpredictable. Coping with it, is a skill on its own.

Blogging from London!

So, we departed in the cold, freezing weather of good old Birmingham, at 8.45am...to catch our much anticipated trip to London. YP, his flatmate, Christiana, and I, diligently got ourselves pack up, with food and clothes.
I wasn't very happy with him, for he literally forced me to throw out most of my clothes, cause he wanted to fit both of our stuff into just one miserable bag pack of his. Being a girl, of course I was all against it. HELLO! Holidays, mean, I wana dress up nicely for great pictures, make sure I look good enough to strike poses everywhere I go.
And being a MALE, obviously, all he wanted was convenience. No matter how I argued, he insisted in, the lesser the better. Finally I gave in, for he assured me, that if there is ever the need for more clothes, he'll buy me some. Moreover, I am supposed to find some clothes I like, so that he can get me my Christmas present!
I guess, it shouldn't be a good time for travelling, we were cold, and the rain drizzled on us. We spent hours trying to locate our hotel- Rose Court Hotel, situated in Paddington Station. We were walking in circles before we were shown our way, escorted (to be more precise) by a kind pedestrian..all the way to the doorstep. *damn embarrassing*.
First stop after checking into the hotel, was of course, lunch, which we ate Burger King. Pathetic. I am going to drag that MALE to taste some good food in London, maybe I'll force him to Bayswater.
Next stop was to British Museum. It was separated to few different categories. The China history, the Roman history, the Egyptian history...and the British history. I have always been a big fan of museums. But this really caught my attention. It didn't turn out to be the typical type of museum, with very ancient stuff on display,and after a few checkout, one, will conclude, everything looks the same. It was, however, very amusing. Old stuff, arranged in a modernised way.....*does it make sense?? No? Ah well, I don't know how to explain it. :-p*
Pictures will paint a thousand words. I'll leave it to my future post, when I get back to Birmingham, in the comfort of my room, and upload my wonderful pictures. For today, itself, I have taken nearly a hundred pictures. Hope to flood my blog with photos...*looks like a boring blog nowadays*
We were dead tired. So, now, back in Rose Court, and here I am trying to prove to YP that there IS indeed wireless connection provided, by going online on my own *I'm a computer noob, and I actually need assistance to get most of my techno stuff done*, and there he is, asleep..in slumberland....like a dead log. I feel like turning over, and slap him right into his face, drag him out from sleep, and force him to stare at me typing. But, no, I will be sent off, first train back to Birmingham tomorrow, if I dare pull such stunt on him. He ain't being very generous with patience these days. *argh*

My first snow experience!

And I thought i'll never see snow till the day I die...
Was so damn excited when my friend called to witness snow just right outside my house, I hurriedly stumble my way out.
YP was amazed.....not by the snow....but by how fascinated I was watching, and exclaiming non stop, on how pretty the snow looks.
I couldn't stop smiling.....I know, I look retarded then.
I didn't even think of changing to any more approporiate clothes. Was wearing YP's jacket, and was not bothered that I'll look like a farm lady (he said I do) in those pictures.