indelibly

that evening we left the korean restaurant in the same surreptitious way we entered it. i dodged puddles in my slouchy suede boots, you said i looked like a little girl in them. i remember feeling the slightest tinge of annoyance that our little rendezvous was turning out to be of such clandestine nature. you couldn't tell, could you?

im not your cousin, silly. we'd wanted to keep it our little secret forever, didnt we?

how it happened i may never know. wasn't it just to be a night like any other night? did we inch closer - as the minute hand drew closer to 12 - because we feared the magic would fade with the closing of the night? was it written in the stars in that overcast london sky? did you see it coming at all? was it with a stubborn recklessness that i let my guard down?

perhaps the decision to share a tiramisu was so much more profound, premonitory than we could possibly have known then. a layer of light, chocolatey sweetness belying a heavier, richer substance underneath, now trailing off to a lingering aftertaste. possibly lingering on long after the moment is over. i may be a hopeless romantic, but tell me if this is not the bittersweet stuff our story is made of.

no matter what - your face, your touch, your voice, will ever remain indelibly impressed upon this heart.

im so glad you came over for tiramisu.

Blog diarrhoea

I am so addicted to clementines and mandarins, I just can't stop eating them, for some reason! I think my body knows when Chinese New Year is round the corner..

I hate job applications. Loathe my current Unilever one with a passion.

Denmark Street was a bit of a letdown - nobody told me the street was only 100 metres long! - but at least Heidir bought the Ibanez he's been lusting after. Don't worry, pumpkin, if you can't pay your rent after having parted with letsnotsayhowmanypounds to buy that beauty, you can always busk at Gloucester Road tube station for a month. Lol.

Wonder if there's a piano equivalent of Denmark Street in London.

Oh! For the benefit of my few but faithful readers in Malaysia (hehe) - last Wednesday saw the falling of the first snow in London this year. Sadly I was fast asleep when the woman in the clouds starting emptying her featherpillows of their contents at 3 a.m. )= I did get to see the gardens all covered in white when I walked to college later that morning though. Hope it snows again soon.

Yesterday a friend presented me with a poem he penned just for me, the most heartwarming yet amusing poem okay, in which each line ended with a word that rhymes with 'May'. He is now officially my favourite curly-haired Singaporean Indian Muslim Japanese-speaking non-Fine Chem Chem Eng-er. Hehe.

The Fox jottings

I am utterly and inconsolably devastated that I won't be able to see the Nativity Play put up by the Fox primary school kids next Thursday as I will be on my way to Sicily then. )=
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But on a happier note...

Today Nour blew kisses at me. Gracie and Scarlett told me "I love you". Aziz hollered, "Mee! Mee!", trying to get my attention to look at the Duplo house he built. Took me a while to realise it was my name (his version of my name, rather) that he was calling out.

Also, the children had a rehearsal for next week's Christmas concert. My Reception (pre-school) kids are absolutely adorable. So coy and so charming, singing "Go tell it on the mountain" in their sweet little voices. Louis had his shirt hem in his mouth and his belly exposed throughout a good half of the rehearsal. Dewashis claps his hands with such ardour, as if he were clanging a pair of cymbals.

Portobello

So I took that long-delayed stroll down Portobello Road.

At sundown, the pretty pastels of the little terrace houses fade into a pallor, their pinks and lavenders and blues barely distinguishable against the sombre greyness of the night. I love the understatedness of the designs of houses in Notting Hill Gate, each unit a single monotone - dull and uninteresting on its own - yet so pleasingly quaint when set in a row of other similar ones. Such charm in such uniformity.

A whiff of yuletide, a clattering of silver baubbles. Pretty pots of poinsettia blooms line the curbs of the road. It's Christmas in Portobello, where no bright lights scream Christmas greetings inyourface, and the liveliness is subtle, not loud.

Portobello Road in the evening is intimate and unimposing. The road winds meanderingly; climbs and descends in turn. We are transported from Parisian to Persian settings in a matter of a some yards, vintage cowboy boots to Venetian masks, bone china to rustic earthenware, feathered quills to rickety rocking horses... Portobello Road, like much of the merchandise the majority of its tenants offer, is immortal in its own right.

Pictorial: Oct-Nov '06

I've decided to put up some pretty photos on my blog every now and then to systematically chronicle what has happened in the past one or two months. And they're not filler posts, okay! Lol. So here we go.

OCTOBER
Chicago Musical at the Cambridge Theatre, when Jenn Yi came to visit. And yes, I saw Ashlee Simpson. Not that I'm particularly proud of that. Heh.


Zhon Wei's pre-birthday celebration at Four Seasons, followed by a long and chilled night at Guan's.


Hari Raya with the Pengarah at Encik Adib's (our new JPA Student Advisor).


Burger night at Chuan and Nits's. Followed by Taboo and shisha.


NOVEMBER
Steve Tyrell at Ronnie Scott's. No shots of Steve himself though, cos I was too absorbed in the music and the everyeverything to be bothered to take out my camera. (= Oh, and there's a picture of me doing the touristy thing in front of the Eye. Teehee.

Nightshift: Part II

11:30pm, Ronnie Scott's. Jazz and Australian Shiraz-Cabernet. A scattering of a hundred warm red and orange lights - presumably Mathmos. Black-and-white pictures wall-to-wall. Dancing fingers, bopping heads and tapping feet. A jolly old white-haired man croons a nonchalant take of "That old feeling" as the metallic brush rhythmically swishes on the snare, light and silky.

5:30am, Guan's room. Soft, restrained strummings on the Takamine. Damien Rice, Goo Goo Dolls. Snuggling under the duvet. And the night slowly gives way to morn.

Nightshift

11pm, Zhon's room. Oriental-themed. Japanese paper-lantern lights, bamboo-themed wall decor. A strikingly out-of-place Van Gogh. Taboo.

2:20am, Jin Rong's room. Zen. Minimalist interior. Dim, smokey ambience, and a fruitiness wafting in the air. A shimmering, fluid sun. Chill-out music.

4:15am, my room. Complete darkness except for my laptop screen. Nina Simone.

Nothingness. Nobodyness.

Pensive. And unusually wide awake.

And the journey continues

So I left Malaysia on Thursday afternoon, with a somewhat-heavy heart and most certainly heavy bags. Settling in this time around has been a lot swifter and easier owing to a very fortunate transpiration of events that led up to our 20-odd boxes and suitcases being moved into the storage room inside our flat without us having to lift a finger ourselves! Plus, no boxes of mine went missing this year so that's a plus point... lol. I arrived in London on Thursday evening, and by Saturday night we were pretty much moved in and settled in, most of our stuff unpacked. And lookie here! I've even managed to put up a photo collage in sepia on the wall! (=

Speaking of missing boxes, the other day while unpacking my things I realised that I didn't have my folder with all my certificates with me in London, and I don't remember seeing them at home in Bentong either. Rightaway a dreadful recollection of my missing box from last summer struck me, and I concluded that the folder of certificates must have been in that box for it was to be found nowhere else... and that was a horrible shock indeed because this year I know I would be needing all those certificates to apply for a summer internship. I got so angry at the people who were responsible for it, whoever they were; until my mom called later in the day to tell me that the folder was actually at home sitting in an unopened box in my room. Phew! So... my apologies to the people who took my box/the people who lost my box, for thinking all those nasty murderous thoughts of you (just joking) but if you please, I'd STILL love to have the box back anyhow, thank you very much.

The guys minus Lance are at the moment keeping themselves occupied with the Playstation 2 - I hear boyish yelps, bursts of laughter and other assorted noises every now and then - Melissa and Lance have gone a-swimming and so that leaves me all alone to my muse, while listening to jazz - just the way I like it. (=

Autumn term of third year is going to be a time of attending career talks, filling in application forms, revising and re-revising my CV, doing online tests/assessments and going through interviews and the heartbreak of being rejected, which leaves much to be desired, really. Time to think about my future, to put it very plainly.

But moving on to more cheerful things - I'm looking forward to more 'kau yook fan' sessions at Oriental Canteen with Chuan and Zhon, Starbucks Fridays with the Chem Eng crew, karaoke sessions with the gang, Steve Tyrell at Ronnie Scotts, watching Kung Pow with my fellow Kung Pow-crazed housemates Alan and Yew Vern, and cooking up yummy dinners every night in our kitchen. (=

Anyways, more piccies of the house...

Our bedroom

Close-up of my desk

Ravioli hanging pretty from our bedroom door

Our kitchen

And the hallway

On the other hand

Things I miss from/about London:

1. Going to Sainsbury's after afternoon lectures - such a good way to wind down (=
2. Ben & Jerry's ice cream
3. Wearing coats/jackets and boots
4. Busrides
5. Walking
6. And not having to fear being robbed/mugged/pickpocketed/slashed at/catcalled at/raped/murdered/run down by vehicles
7. The absence of catcalling wolfwhistling kissynoisemaking Pervey Petersons (as Chuan calls them)!
8. Snuggling up with Capuccino under my warm, green duvet on a chilly winter's night... aaahh

On the other side of the wall

Someone living in Pointwest Apartments behind Cromwell House has just, presumably, turned one year old today. At first it was a solitary silver balloon bobbing up and down behind the brick wall that blocks out my view of the owner of the balloon. Owner Of The Single Silver Balloon takes big sprightly steps - now you see the balloon, now you don't. After that it was an entire bouquet of silver and baby blue balloons sailing away blithely. And last of all, almost an hour later, Silver Number 1 comes along, lingers, moves away indecisively, lingers, moves away... I imagine the birthday boy or girl must have his/her hands full with all the presents. The shape and the movement of the 1 reminds me of a seahorse floating in the ocean (is that what they do? Float?). It's almost like watching a puppet show from behind these walls.

Happy birthday dear stranger (=

I think it's going to rain today

1. It's been raining intermittently throughout the day for the past week, not to mention it's a lot gloomier and colder than the preceding week too. )=

2. I am now on a 7-day free trial for Napster which I am going to cancel by the end of the 7 days, not because I'm cheapo and simply wanted to enjoy the free music for one week, but because I discovered that you don't get to keep your music once you cancel membership. And the basic subscription is 9.95 quid a month. I would have seriously considered going for it if not because they won't let me keep the music I download after I decide to stop subscribing.

3. I think I've thus far downloaded like 30 Marvin Gaye songs, 30 Stevie Wonders, 30 Tori Amoses, 20 John Mayers, 20 Rosie Thomases, 20 Katie Meluas, more than a handful of George Bensons, Herbie Hancocks, John Coltranes, Michael Breckers, Diana Kralls, Frank Sinatras, Tony Bennetts, Nina Simones, Oleta Adamses, Sarah McLachlans, Luther Vandrosses, Johnny Hartmans... and two things I've discovered about some of the music I've always liked: 1. In more than a few of Marvin Gaye's songs, there are sounds of people moaning and sighing apparently from a hot love-making (I've always disliked the term "make love" - as if love can be 'made' from lustful desires and pleasurable intimacy) session, and it absolutely grosses me out. (What was that all about huh, Mister Marvin Gaye??) I don't know if he has separate versions of those songs without those 'background noises' though, cos I've never noticed them before this. But seriously, it's super yucky la... it's almost like audio porn or something, if there ever was such a thing... Why do people like to spoil such good music like that?? But anyway, discovery number 2: I don't like Katie Melua after all. Don't like her style.

4. I bought another tub of Ben&Jerry's Dublin Mudslide yesterday... non-promotional *sheepish*.

5. I am eyeing Stevie Wonder's box set "At The Close of a Century" (4CD compilation) which is selling for 26 quid on eBay.co.uk, brand new. I really really really really want it - it has practically every single Stevie Wonder fave of mine with the exception of "I Can Only Be Me", and it comes with a little biographical booklet thingy - it's simply the PERFECT collector's item! I want I want I want! I've asked Eric to check the prices in Malaysia for me *cough* but he hasn't gotten back to me yet....

6. For the past one week or so I've actually been eating healthy, complete, balanced meals at home despite the fact that the five of us don't cook together anymore due to the exam season. People, you can NOT live on pesto and bolognese and Indomie, even if you like them, trust me on that. So, I've cooked chicken rice, roasted chicken, boiled spinach soup, fried 'chow mein', and plus, Melissa made tomyam soup yesterday too. Not exactly the ideal five-servings-of-fruit-and-veg a day but I'm sure Mommy would be pleased to hear anyway. Lol. Might wanna boil ABC soup one of these days too. (=

7. Oh! Oh! And how could I forget!! We've signed the contract for our flat next year - whoooppee! It's at this quiet (well, relative to the ever-bustling Cromwell Road) little road just parallel to Cromwell Road, called Emperor's Gate. Charlotte's place last year. We've got the nicest and cosiest little kitchen, with a dining table that comes with long benches on both sides - so nice! Only disadvantage - and it's only a slight disadvantage which I don't mind living with - is that I'll be sharing a bunk bed again. Oh, and it seems Alan is doomed to live in the basement for his entire university life or something.... hahaha. d=

Okaylah.. that's all for now, folks. Back to my books!

Won't let nothin' break ma' stride! (=

Just because the dreaded Mastery exam is tomorrow, doesn't mean there aren't things to be happy and thankful for today!

1. Ben&Jerry's Dublin Mudslide ice cream. Fickle-minded me spent a good 20 minutes at Sainsbury's yesterday after classes just trying to choose between the ice cream, Sara Lee double chocolate gateau, Starbucks' Banana and Caramel Frappucino and Starbucks' Chocolate Decadence Cake. Glad I finally decided to go for the ice cream. "Our Dublin Mudslide recipe combines dreamy Irish Cream liqueur, chocolate cookies and swirls of coffee fudge in ways that are just a wee bit wicked as well as entirely delightful." Drooling already? Hehe.

2. A nice, long and reassuring email from Eric (= Will keep your interview in my prayers!

3. A long-awaited short and sweet email from Irenna from GSK - I'm glad I didn't stop giving her the benefit of the doubt! (=

4. Another karaoke session to look forward to on Friday! Lol.

But for now it's back to my notes again. Prayer for my Mastery exam will be much appreciated (=

Emptied

Today I freed my laptop hard drive of about 20 gigabytes of space.

Amazing how I'd closed an eye for so long.
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Today Guan asked me oh-so-cutely: "Do you feel any different in May?", and I just had to laugh.
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Today also, the two boh-liao/wu-liao/mou-liu Singaporeans who live upstairs - Marc and Joy - dropped by my place while I was in the toilet. They hid in the kitchen area waiting for me to come out and when I did, pounced on me shouting "Mayday! Mayday!", and then proceeded to dance around a very stunned me (the Maypole, so they said) like kindergarten kids high on bananas or something. Lol. Seriously... only Marc and Joy are capable of doing these things. (=

Nightfall

As I sit here alone in my room with my dim green lamp as the only source of light, and as I note the outdoor temperature reading of 13.2 degrees Celcius on my Weather Station, I am for a moment stunned by how (seemingly) quickly winter has come and gone. Last year saw me waiting and waiting and waiting for signs of Spring to turn up, for what seemed like an eternity. Now, it's as if I have opened my door to find Spring standing right there in my face... and I barely noticed it had even arrived at all. Soft pink cherry blossoms in full bloom on the trees opposite Royal Albert Hall (yes, Ian, you were right indeed (= ), the light April showers, beds of the loveliest white tulips near St Paul's Cathedral, the heat of the midday sun awakening that familiar-yet-forgotten sensation of warmth on my face. Spring - the welcomed but unexpected visitor... How very quickly time has flown by!

The changing of seasons reminds me of how there is always a chance to begin afresh. Close a chapter, start a chapter, no matter how many cycles it may take. It's a little eerie that at this very point Stevie Wonder sings on my winamp, "Today's not yesterday, and all things have an ending.."

What's my favourite season of the year? None of the four, but the very changing of seasons itself. (=

Scaramouche! Scaramouche!

Will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me!
Galileo, galileo! Galileo, galileo!

Hahahaha... Just a short post to say I had a whale of a time at my first karaoke session in London yesterday (about time too...) with Chuan, Zhon Wei, Guan, Emily and Daniel. The songs I enjoyed the most were the ones we (or should I say, Chuan and Guan d=) sang most badly, i.e. the above Bohemian Rhapsody, Meatloaf's I'd Do Anything For Love and When You Believe. Yes indeed, and with the most amazing ad libbing and improvisation by our three in-house trying-too-hard male divas - stomach-ripping-ly hilarious, I tell you. Let's do it again, guys! (=

Easter, oh easter!

Things I'm looking forward to this Easter vacation:

1. Edinburgh with Shin Ee, Alvin and Alan. Scottish highlands tour!
2. A posh Thai dinner at Blue Elephant with Melissa, a whopping one hundred pounds worth of, I quote from the restaurant tagline, 'Royal Thai Cuisine'! This time I don't have to stinge on dessert, what rapture! Sorry la but can let me show off a bit for once?? Hehe. (= Oh and did I mention that it's F-R-E-E free? Atta is such a dear. Khob khun ka! (=
3. More Thai food at the very quaint Churchill Arms with Grace and co. to mark the end of a very long Spring Term, and the start of Easter!
4. A trip to Oriental City for Malaysian food, perhaps?
5. Finish reading Oscar and Lucinda
6. Some precious personal piano time now that MNite is no longer eating up all my Blyth centre slots
7. Leaver's Farewell Picnic at Hyde Park - bring on the sunshine and blue skies and green grass!
8. Immersing myself in Pandora day and night... hehe. All thanks to Jenny..
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9. Try out Nyonya at Notting Hill Gate - Mel and I walk past it every single Sunday on the way to church, and every single Sunday we tell ourselves we MUST eat there one day... And now the time has finally come... muahahaha
10. More food and hanging out with Amal, Isya and Azween at the 24-hour Tinseltown (gosh, so many of my plans revolve around food!)

Ahhhh. Now that I've listed out all the things I can look forward to, life isn't all that dreadful and bleak anymore. *wide grin* Lol, very therapeutic, I must say. But meanwhile, I must get back to Paragon and my Control project... timeconstantpbandintegraltimebodeanalysisrelativegainarrayyadayadayada

MNite galore!

Okay laaa... I know my blogpost which was supposedly about MNite didn't do justice to MNite at all. So here are video clips of a few of my favourite performances of the night (in no particular order... stop fighting and arguing, kids! Haha..)

Alan Chew - "Berhenti Berharap" The performance in which he stole the hearts of half of the audience i.e. the females, and put even a few males on the brink of tears (let's not mention names... haha)! **MUST WATCH!**

Thriller (Ghosts) dance Woo.... did you see Chloe's cartwheel across the stage??

Finale: Hip-hop dance Scintillating - wish I was there to catch that cap Azril threw into the audience!

Finale: Chinese fan dance Excellent choreography, three cheers for Sau Yin! And another three cheers for Wei Li's beautiful solo! (=

Finale: the whole thing! Because you know you just can't get enough of it... hehe. Including Ayish's very captivating Indian dance solo. (=

Other special mentions: Jin Rong in the Thriller dance - sleek moves, fuhlamak! Ni-Tsia as the seductive/sultry/sexy/sl*tty??! secretary - haha! Sau Yin, Eunice and Chloe as the 'aunties' - I LOVED your scene, girls! (and I am running out of colours already...) Joo Hong, Munirah and Wei Chieh as the Malaysian Idol panel of judges - hilarious! The freshers: Faez as Zakri and Paik Gee as Anne, Logan the Indian ghost, Sue Lynn the pontianak, Colin the Chinese vampire, quirky Tok Bomoh, Selina the scheming best friend, the ever helpful and supportive Hock and Muru (loved the impromptu lines you added to the script!) - everybody!!! (=

HELP!!!!!!!!

Yesterday saw the second sighting of Mr. Mouse (yeah we've decided it's too small to be a rat) and gosh, if I was frightened on Monday, THIS was waaaaaay scarier! I've climbed onto just about anything that can be climbed on (and even tried climbing onto things that can't be climbed onto e.g. the doors!) like the staircase railing, my bed, Melissa's bed, chairs... And please, STOP telling me "But it's so small and cuuuuuuute!", or even that the mouse is more afraid of me than I am of it. And the next person who tells me it's "just a rat" is SO GONNA GET IT FROM ME!!!

And to everyone who teased me and laughed at me (that's YOU, Zhon Wei!) and tried to frighten me about Mr Mouse tickling my ear with its tail in my sleep, or running into my gaping mouth while I sleep, or swimming about in my bathtub, or jumping out at me from inside my drawer, or making a nest in my shoe... Or tried to poison my mind with stories of Mr Mouse's entire family returning to avenge its death, or stories of the caretaker-man upstairs turning into a huge mouse with long whiskers and a house full of baby mice.... To all of you mean mean people, we'll see who has the last laugh! Ha! (See, all the mean things my own friends tell me?!?!?)

Yes, I know I'm paranoid, and I'm not proud of it okay!!

Of rodents and MNite

Last night there was a rat in our apartment!!!

At first it was in Lance's room-cum-dining-area, I was tearing the cabbage leaves at the dining table when I spotted it scurrying about on the floor near his desk, which is just 2 metres behind me! My instant response obviously was to scream at the top of my voice and dash towards Alan in the kitchen (all the while still screaming), who thought I had found a caterpillar in the cabbage or something like that. Come on, Alan! A caterpillar wouldn't have produced such a long screaming episode from me, maybe just one shriek but that would be it! Lol. Anyway, I stood as far away from the rat as I possibly could, and even made Alan bring one of the dining table chairs to me for me to stand on while I continued acting out my part as damsel-in-distress, hahaha! He, on the other hand, armed with a small cardboard box decided to confront the thing one-on-one - so brave Alan!!! At this point, Melissa who was in Alan's room doing some programming, had heard the ruckus and me screaming "RAT!!!!" and had quickly closed Alan's room door (but only to find out later on that the rat was small enough to go under closed doors). Once I had calmed down a little, Alan told me to bring the food to our my kitchen instead since there was no way two terrified girls were gonna continue being in the same room as a rat. So I made my escape to my own room.

While I was waiting for Alan to come, I heard a commotion next door pulak and so I pasted my ear on the wall adjoining my room to Alan's room, and clearly heard Melissa exclaim "That means it went to MY room?!?!?". For the yet uninformed, Melissa's room = my room, and you could have imagined how scared I was! And the next thing I knew, I saw the rat - the same small black rat - in my room under our desks!! I don't know how I had managed to somehow end up on the other side of the room but yeah, I found myself standing next to our double-decker bed but not on the side with the ladder. At first I jumped onto Melissa's lower bunk, screaming and calling for Alan while the rat scurried around near our kitchen area and then as the thing came nearer to me, in my desperation I actually clambered up to my top bunk of the bed (without using the ladder, mind you! The physical feats people are capable of when they're desperate/frightened... I tell you....)! I was HYSTERICAL! I was half-laughing and half-screaming at that point, really felt like a mad woman. And to think I'd run away from Lance's room only for the rat to follow me to my own room!

Thankfully, Alan heard my cry for help and let himself into my room with Melissa's set of keys. At this point also, Melissa messaged me a warning on MSN from Alan's computer: "MAY THE RAT RAN OUT"! (I only saw the message after the ordeal was over but it was SO funny!). Hahahahaha. We had such a good laugh over it later on! Anyway, Alan was in my room in no time, this time armed with the tong sampah, inverted, determined to pounce on it and trap it under the tong sampah. But lo and behold!- the rat was nowhere to be found, we waited for it and jolok-ed all the stuff in my room but there was no sign of it. I suppose it must have left my room somewhere between the time when I was on my bed and when Alan actually reached my room. Just to make doubly sure, we made Alan search through all our belongings (while Melissa and I were in the safety of our own beds) and the toilet and the closet. We still don't know where it is right now but let's hope it's no longer in the building!

Oh, and if any of you were wondering why my MSN display name reads "It's a RAT, not an ACROBAT", that's what Alan indignantly/exasperatedly said to me when I was fretting and wondering out loud if the rat would be able to somehow make its way up onto my bed by leaping from rung to rung on the ladder. *blush* I knowwwwwww.... I felt VERY bimbotic and still do.....

All that, over one tiny little baby rat.... aduhai! Girls will be girls, what can I say. d=
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Oh yes, MNite! All I'll say is that it only gets better every year (=

Random scribblings

An image that really tugged at my heartstrings today: (picture from postsecret.blogspot.com)
The virus that's been visiting every Malaysian household in Cromwell House and the Malaysian society in IC has finally found me and caught me. I've been down with fever, cold, cough, sore throat and headaches since Friday night and it ain't pretty what with the really harsh weather we've been experiencing lately in London. I missed a whole day of lectures plus a dikir barat rehearsal today. I reckon this is winter at its peak... What would I not give to be somewhere where the sun shines, where it's warm, where the greens are lush and the breeze gentle... *sigh*

MNite is this weekend and I sure hope I recover in time for that. I can't believe how quickly the year has zoomed by, cliched as it may sound, it feels like not too long ago that we were rehearsing for MNite 2005. I mean, it REALLY doesn't feel like a year has passed lor... Easter will be here in no time at all, and then summer, and I will be back home in Malaysia hopefully with an internship. And somehow all this applying for internship business makes me yearn to be home all the more, when I think about all the things I could be doing (and eating... I haven't stopped fantasising about cucur udang and yau char kwai). Who knows what this summer will bring? Perhaps I will be staying in Ampang with Eric doing an internship at GSK or Shin-Etsu; perhaps I'll be staying at home in Bentong doing an internship at Rubberflex; perhaps I'll be staying at home in Bentong with no internship at all! I must say at the moment I'm really keen on the GSK one and I'm sure it'll be fun, hanging out with Eric and Debbie at The Mustard Tree (sorry ya become lamp post for two months *giggles*), playing with my little cousins Thaddeus and Charmaine at home, meeting up and catching up with friends... Ah but I should stop daydreaming so!