I've graduated! Again!

And yes, yet again I've graduated! This time, IT'S FIRST CLASS HONOURS! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyway Cindy did you get a distinction? As meticulous as you are you probably did... BUT I GOT FIRST CLASS HONOURS HAHAHAHA! So did most Malaysians in my class, so no biggie, really, because sad to say, you know who are not at par with us, how to challenge? It will obviously be a loosing battle. I'm just talking big now.

OMG are you looking at how beautiful I am?? Makeup does play ALOT of role into beautifying anyone. I am pretty, and I became beautiful through the magic and skills of makeup hahahaha! Eh Pearly, during your graduation do you want me to be your personal stylist (hair and makeup) and professional photographer? Hahahaha! Anyway Cindy, the eye shadows are from your Yves Saint Laurent! My blusher is from Pearly though, and the lipstick is from mummy I think. The ones she don't want. Looks good on me. Oh I just can't stop admiring myself! Even this photo was beautifully taken, BY ME! Hahahahahahaha! Ok enough self praise.

Despite getting the honourable honour, I still lost to Royce by 4 marks. 4. Oh yes, four. It'll probably be the biggest number I will ever encounter. I hate you Royce.

My family (and some friends) might be upset that they were not around to celebrate with me, but no big deal seriously. I wish you were there (to buy me flowers and balloons) but nevermind. I don't mind. I mean look at Cindy, she don't get to attend her own graduation because she is too (money) family focused. Her husband comes first (I hope so haha! Should be right?). And the fact that I didn't really work that hard... I mean I did, but I was enjoying myself being in England so much that I kind of neglected parts of my finals, but can still get FIRST CLASS HONOURS! HAHAHAHAHA! Oh yes I am very much praising myself. I just enjoy that. Just let me savour the moment of victory. Oh did I mention that my family owe Royce 3 pounds for my carnation?

This graduation is a graduation to remember! My phone batt was flat, I can't take more vain pictures of myself. And during a very long silent moment when the people are assisting a disable person with wheelchair up on stage, MY PHONE RANG! It was in my robe and it took awhile to shut it and everyone looked. If I can blush my face would be so red and very distinctive. Cindy, that was really embarrassing alright. And she called someone nearby, Royce. Luckily Royce sat really nearby to me, unlike my other classmates who are at another column and I get to hear Cindy's voice. Talk about not being there... haha! Anyway when I went on stage, immediately right after I shook hands with whoever the presenter was, MY HAT FELL! IT WASN'T ELEGANT AT ALL! IT WAS RECORDED IN DVD which I did not buy because I just want to see myself and not other and I do not want to see myself that way. Anyway I have pasted the telecast in my facebook page so feel free to laugh.

Despite getting such honours I still can't get an ID job in UK. I have to admit, it is depressing. But luckily I managed to get a part time job waiting tables in a chinese restaurant nearby. I don't mind waitressing, I wanted to learn how things work in a professional restaurant, gain experience, and at the same time, eat Hong Kong style chinese food! You'll never know I might be a specialist in restaurant design! Did I mentioned my boss gave me this huge crab? I am also learning how to write! Call me late, soon enough I can write a song of food in mandarin alright, no pray pray. Oh and I finished a project; Cindy and Loon's new house! Can't wait to see the results of our perseverance! Overall, I enjoyed not being in a stressful lifestyle I used to be. It has been a wonderful break.

And of course, for dedication, I would like to thank my mum and dad for providing me this wonderful experience and $$$. I will try my very best not to dissapoint you and be a wonderful daughter (better than Cindy and Pearly hopefully hahahaha). I also would like to thank Cindy for being in London (I got a place to stay!) and of course for the moral support, the holidays, the fights and quarrels, the food and the cash when needed. Oh and I am still waiting for my Happy birthday card you bought but did not fill anything. And Pearly for being a dear and listen to my talking rubbish hahahahaha!

My friends, Royce, for pushing me from applying to the right university to finishing my projects, listen to my pleas and practically being the best friend anyone can have (I still hate you for the 4 marks), Alan for the wonderful support and mentioned my project is nicer than Royce's hahahaha! So bangga! Ben, for being there at the airport and say goodbye. You meant alot to me. Eirene, for remembering me and keep me on track, Aunty Dot for your updates back at home, Aunty Marg for her support, the popos and aunties and uncles who gave me advises and prayed for me before I leave, the lecturers who guided me and seldom criticize my works, seriously I think my works have flaw when I look at it in 3 years or so haha.

Come to think of it I left many things behind in pursuing a better life. I am still working on my better life and my life is getting better haha! I am happy. Happy Graduation to me!

Crabby crabby!

Crabby crabby in the sink.

Crabby crabby turned turtle.

Crabby crabby is going to get chopped...

... and turn into Crabby crabby Masak Merah! Wohohohohoho!

Hurray for a wonderful dinner!

A dedication to Pearly

This is Pearly.

This is also Pearly.

Nope, this is not Pearly. This is Cindy when she was 2 years old. Trust me, she is not as cute as me when I was two. Notice that she always have food at her side.

Anyway, about Pearly, Pearly is not my older sister. She is my younger sister though people tend to think she is older than me.

I'm sure everyone noticed; I'm the prettiest among the three of us. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Back to 'about Pearly' again, Pearly likes to eat.

Don't believe? I have evidence.

More undinialbly good evidence. Those food on the table? It was gone in 5 minutes. Yes, five minutes. I almost couldn't eat. That explains my beautiful figure indirectly thanks to them.

Pearly's favourite fast food is KFC. She will pester me to bring her there most of the time, may it be KL or London.

Her favourite tv show is the annoying spongebob squarepants. Until now I just don't understand why she likes it like how she don't understand why I like Naruto. Naruto is nice alright. Even mummy encourages her spongebob fanatics by buying her a 20 ringgit storybook. Too much!

Pearly loves to shop. I suppose her favourite shopping spree would be Bicester, not so much of mine though... *sobs*

Her second favourite mall would be Carefour, where she will spend 350++ ringgit on instant sauces and oyster sauce, not forgetting Ribena.

Pearly is short.

She's so short that it really made Shrek look like an ogre.

Pearly flew halfway around the world to study medicine.

Nope, not that kind of medicine.

Yes, those with labcoats and surgical knife and the earpiece thing that if I scream at the speaker you will go deaf. So please don't do that.

Along the way she met chocolate; she is susu. Ok, fine. He's quite handsome, if that makes you happy.

Pearly has many wonderful friends. The craziest one is number 3. Yes, number 3. If you read this, you know who you are. I'm talking about you.

Pearly has beautiful family too! May it be the fury ones or the fussy ones. The most hateful one is lizard. Lizard is the weakest and the ugliest creature ever existed.

Pearly may be a small girl but she's big in her heart and very mature for her age. Yes, we love to scream at each other when it comes to using the internet, clothes that we have, accessories that we chose AND LOST.

But afterall, Pearly is always Pearly. She has been there for me during the times I have been let down and cheer for at the proudest moments of my life. I hope that I could do the same for you and Cindy though it can never be compared of how much you both have been there for me.

I love you.

Happy 23rd birthday.

Hello 2010 after so long

I am writing something! Wohohohoho!

I have been reading Wendy Cheng's blog and I always want to do something like blogging but I fail miserably. I do respect those who updates and put in loads of effort into creating a meaningful entry cause mind you, updating is not as easy as one think. I probably am not too good with writing, or maybe I am just plain lazy, or I am not dedicated enough. I admit I have this bad thought, who is going to read this anyway? I'm not a somebody.

But the truth is, I WAS very dedicated! Did you see my previous entry on Happy Mother's Day and Pearly's pinky? Oh my goodness the effort I put! I was so impressed with my past self and how much I enjoyed being where I was and how much I appreciate those days. I miss myself. It's not like I am saying I don't appreciate who I am now or what kind of person I have become.

Ever since my life episodes in Malaysia, I flew 14 hours to England, hoping for a better view in life, wanting very much new experience my own country could not offer, wishing very much to learn new things, and hopefully on the way, get handsome angmo boyfriend (like you see in the movies or probably your friends), earn big bucks and brag about the travels and shopping experience and the snow!

Life is never as simple as what you hear or what you watch in movies. I was dreaming a modern day fairy tale. I realised many things since my arrival in UK.

1. I am a racist, and it can't be changed. I may be jealous of the easy going life people here have, the benefits they have but most don't appreciate, the clothes they can buy even if they don't earn much and after wearing a few times or don't wear at all, sell it off in ebay and the list don't stop just yet. So getting an angmo husband? I just tossed the thought away almost immediately after arrival.
2. I don't know how to approach people! I don't know why I don't know how to do that here! It felt like I very much need their almighty help that it seems they will have this look that I never like to see, or maybe I was thinking too much.
3. I never really like neither do I appreciate who I have become. I'm not a God-ly, bible person, I criticize other most of the time maybe because I want to be like them. I am not a happy person, always looking for something to make myself happy or else I won't be full filled. Little do I know the happy things are always right in front of me.
4. I am so laid back and full of myself. I selfishly always thought wonderful things will come to me easily, not I go to them. I always thought what I do or think is always the best, therefore I don't have to work hard for it.
5. I never show people I have flaws though it is very obvious I am a flaw. I am not perfect, never am, and never will be.
6. I am a Malaysian, but I never felt like one, neither am I from China though a Chinese. Seeing how 'my own' country trying to 'eradicate' other races doesn't make me feel belong.
7. I love to stall and waste so much time and now I am 25 and I still have nothing.
8. I hate to see other people being happy while I am miserable, and I am miserable.

After very much soul searching, I found out a few things;

1. I finally grew up, late, you may think, but it is never too late to learn and mature in different expects of life.
2. I learnt that I have only a few friends, but those few friends are the one that appreciates me, remembers me, cherish me and keeps me in mind as how I would.
3. I may not have a fan base, but I do have loyal fans; my mother, my father, my beloved sisters (though honestly I felt we have never been close like this before, probably quarrel too much haha!), my demanding tupid brother in law, the aunties and uncles who dots on me and probably God though I have not been faithful enough.
4. I should live like how I want to live, not like how I want others to think how I live. I should be more dedicated, not just saying I will, but I must.

It is not too late to appreciate what I have now I hope. And I love you and miss you very, very much, my dearest beloved family who always thinks of me.

I shall update my post more often now.