Category: General

Last night, while I was happily relaxing at the Pasar Malam with Wai Keong, Mum called. Her car was stalled again! Initially she said her car ran out of battery. I left Wai Keong at Steven’s Corner, and headed straight to BP gas station to buy a new car battery. Unfortunately, they ran out of stock but the Shell station near Yaohan has some. So I immediately drove there and found 2 available batteries for sale. However, those 2 were of different sizes and I didn’t know which one to buy. I asked the counter but she doesn’t know anything about batteries. I called En Peng and Soon Loong to check since they used to drive a Proton Iswara. Unfortunately, they didn’t give me a precise answer. Without hesitation, I bought the smaller battery cause it somehow resembles the one we usually see.

Mum called again. This time she said she thinks that the car ran out of gas. I got so fucking pissed cause there were many times I asked her to put more gas on to the car. Usually, she’ll just put 10 bucks worth of petrol. Furthermore, this was the second time her car ran out of petrol.

I bought 2 bottles of mineral water, drank a sip and emptied it. I then got RM4 worth of petrol and drove to Sg. Besi to look for Mum. The search didn’t go smooth. I got on to the different route and had to divert back to the other route.

Fortunately, I found Mum, poured the RM4 worth of petrol into the car and tried starting the car. It didn’t work. I pushed the gear to P and turned off the air-con. I tried again. It worked. The engine purred again.

Malaysian vocab (for non-Malaysians) 😀
Pasar Malam = Night market which sells food, clothes, pirated CDs, etc
Steven’s Corner = a popular open air cafe in Old Klang Road, Kuala Lumpur
Yaohan = a supermarket
Proton Iswara = a Malaysian made car
RM4 = RM = Malaysian dollar
Sg. Besi = a place in Malaysia

British Museum 😀

Day 3 in back in Kuala Lumpur = Car accident.
What the fuck! I was driving to Steven’s Corner to meet up with my high school girlfriend, Choi Hsia. While I was just few blocks away, a car stopped suddenly in front of me. I was late. So I looked at the back mirror screen to check out for cars and there were none. So without hesitation, I shifted my gear to R and reverse. Suddenly, *kaboom*

It was a white Proton Wira that was actually parked on the side of the road and it’s front portion exposed on to the main road. It was totally invisible from the back mirror. Ah, I got out from the car and confronted the owner, a middle-aged Chinese couple. I was expecting a peaceful discussion but apparently not. The husband burst out in anger, shouting and scolding me. I didn’t expect a middle-aged uncle bursting in anger. Apparently he loves his car very much and he doesn’t drive it often. (The car was shiny white). His front bonnet was dented, couple of parts scratched and couple of things cracked. I then offered him my phone number
(Translated into English from Cantonese)
“I don’t want your phone number!”
“Then what do you want? I got only RM50 in my pocket. Go fix your car then give me a call” (In a calm voice)
(Same argument went over and over again)
“I don’t want your number!”

Our cars were blocking the road and hence we moved out cars to the petrol station nearby. As I got out from the car, the uncle seems to cool down. He wasn’t angry anymore and we even joked. He asked me where I’m from and we had a little conversation. He told me that couple of weeks ago someone damaged his car when he parked his car in Carrefour Shopping Centre. He found RM150 slipped on to his window screen.

His wife called a relative who deals with cars to quote the damage. It will cost RM300. I told him to call me after he fixes it. But he still didn’t want my number. I don’t know why, probably it would be troublesome. He then offered to settle the thing for RM150. I checked my wallet but I only had RM140. I gave him all the money. All I had left was RM2.20.

A fortuneteller once told me that my wealth would not deplete no matter what but I would not be very rich. I would always have money in my pocket. So far it’s always true. I managed to have a drink with Choi Hsia. She offered to lend me some money but I immediately rejected her. However, after much persuasion, I decided to borrow RM10 from her. However again, she was generous enough to give me RM50. 😀 Thanks!

Hey ppl, I’m in Singapore now. Waiting for my flight to Malaysia which is approximately in 2 hours time 😀

Flight back was just alright. Couldnt sleep properly.

cya guys in KL

cheerios

After consuming 3 Panadols, I still have a massive headache. Last night, I was down with high fever and I felt like dying. And now, my back hurts due to moving heavy luggage last night. Uh, My body is over exhausted.

Despite that, I had some chorus to do before I leave England for good.

I finally packed my luggage for shipping today. The shipping company driver came over to collect my stuff. It would take about 1 month for it to arrive in Malaysia.

It was raining heavily today hence a hoodie was essential. I had to walk under the rain to get to Watson 16 to collect 120 quid from the new tenants for the sale of our TV and fridge. However, the cleaners threw loads of our stuff such as toaster, sofa, vacuum cleaner and rice cooker. Hence we suffered a big loss.

I also got my bank statement mailing address changed, bought loads of gifts for my friends and cancelled my phone contract.

Everything has been settled now. Cant wait to leave on Sunday 😀
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Saturday
Bad start. I lost my entire luggage that I left in Watson 16. They changed the locks in Watson 16 and no one lives there now. I called Robert Neal, our agent, to access the house. Instead, I got scolded. He warned me not to call him anymore and literally called us sick fucks. He slammed down the phone. I was furious. I called him back. I said, ‘Robert Neal, you are illegally obtaining my property, I will bring legal action against you.’ Unexpectedly, He laughed. I was absolutely furious. I slammed down the food and said, ‘siew lan ah siew!’. Few minutes later, he text me and said,

‘Read your contract. Study landlord-tenant law. We will inform the police of the sick perverted material that was found in the property’.
I was puzzled. What perverted material? I replied perverted materials are not against the law and owning one is not against the law.
However, he replied, ‘Perverted material that shows pictures be dead/raped children is bad v.bad’ I was puzzled again. Was it one of Frederick’s sick books again?
I replied, ‘I don’t know where you come out with all those things. As I already said, I moved out from the house a month ago. I have nothing to do with the mess they created’.
He then replied, ‘We no longer own the house. Deal with pc properties on ecclesall road. I think the cleaners dumped everything as the place was infested due to rotten food in kitchen I realize it would be impossible to prove. The material was in the front basement room. There is nothing in the house. The new tenants have the keys.’
I almost gave up. My clothes, my books and my precious sentimental valued gifts from my friends. But on the brighter side, without those things, I could save money from transporting my luggage back. However, when Wen Dee got home. I told her about the incident. At first she was pissed too but soon she realized that the sick material was her Forensic Medicine textbook (Forensic Medicine is a subject taught by our university about methods of investigation on dead bodies hence it has loads of pictures of dead bodies)!
I immediately told Robert Neal and asked him nicely whom can I contact in order to get my luggage back. However, he replied, ‘Call it what you want. All were disgusted. Maybe one day you will see the big picture of what you did. Please don’t call. Good luck 4 the future’.
My last message was, ‘If you’re uneducated enough to read the front cover of the book, so be it. I don’t blame you for your stupidity. I will seek help from the authority to get my luggage back’. I bet he had fumes out from head. Haha.

Sunday
Another bad start as my day started off badly. Dad was stranded somewhere in Sheffield because the taxi driver didn’t bring him to the exact location of the hotel. Then, I had to rush out from the house to find him but since it’s a Sunday morning, there weren’t any taxis around. Furthermore, I found out that my right contact lens dried up cause the solution leaked out from the storage.
However, I got thru all of those obstacles. I called a cab from my house, wore my glasses and called Jackie, the owner of the hotel where my dad will be staying. Jackie offered to find my dad for me and she did in the end.

Apparently, the hotel, Southfields, was rather obscure. The driveway to the hotel was very dodgy, filled with overgrown weed. Therefore, the taxi driver didn’t want to drive in and dumped my dad on the driveway entrance. He walked into the driveway and found an entrance to the hotel. He didn’t dare to enter cause he thought it’s somebody’s private home and left the place to seek help.
However, since it’s a Sunday morning, no one was around. He had to call me for help. Even though Southfields Hotel looked dodgy from the outside. The interior was beautifully decorated. It resembles a grand English home. According to Jackie, it used to be her matrimonial home but after her husband left her for her best friend and she lost her job, she had to do something about it. Hence she turned the house into a bed and breakfast hotel. Dad’s room was very nice. It was decorated with typical English furniture and even has a teddy bear placed on top of the bed. Furthermore, she decorated the living room area with her collection of souvenirs she got from the countries she visited.

Apparently, she used to work with British Midlands and got to travel frequently.

I’m heading to London tomorrow morning. See you guys on Wednesday 😀

Ah, I better hurry up. I have 10 minutes before the computer lab closes. And it’s only 11:50AM. *groan*

The flight back to UK was pretty good. Loads of leg space and I slept throughout the journey. I woke up 2 hours before touch down and watched couple of good movies.

The house I’m living now is a 6 bedroom house with only ONE toilet. But it feels pretty empty. Wen Dee is still in Switzealand with her parents while the rest of the people in the house aren’t around. However, the house seems pretty nice.

Ah, I’m beginning to miss Kuala Lumpur. damn..!

ok gotta run people, gotta run to Watson 16 to get my stuff 😀

I’m heading back to Sheffield tonight for my convocation. My dad will be attending my convocation on Wednesday and he’ll be leaving for Sheffield tomorrow.

I’ll be staying with Wen Dee at Kell J’s place (for free). And on Monday, Dad and I will be heading to London for a night.

See you guys soon!

Btw, Happy birthday Irene! 😀

11:00PM I’m in Changi Airport now, using the free internet access computer. I’m bored 😀

These pictures were taken in Glasgow.

This one must excite you, leong! XES XES XES!! trademark it 😀

Emely babe and I. We’re under a magnifying glass ;P

If i’m not mistaken this is the Glasgow Science Centre, and also the Sydney look-alike!! 😀

Oh my god. When I was at my sister place today, my sister and her children were singing along a television show called Akademi Fantasi. She said that show is pretty popular now and it’s a craze among them. The contestants are now staying at a house at Mines and connection from the outside world is cut off. And every week, they would have to perform something. My god, its Malaysia’s version of Big Brother! For your information, Big Brother is a reality television show. Contestants are required to spend few weeks at a house without connection to the outside world. All their activities and movement are recorded by video cameras (most western countries Big Brother has cameras in the toilet). Usually the contestants are random normal people (sometimes there are celebrities). This reality television concept has been a worldwide phenomenon. Countries such as UK, US, Brazil and Australia has it. However, the most unique version is the Africa version. It features contestants from a few African countries such as South Africa, Ghana and Nigeria. Couple of weeks ago, the UK and Africa Big Brother TV exchanged one of their contestants for a week.

Wingardium Leviosa…….*PoOooF* ( Hermoine casts her wand ) Stumbelina magically appears out of thin air. Muahahaha..I’m back to bloggin’!! Many reasons explain my absence. Since the exams, I have not actually settled down. Been to Lake District, London, packing and moving, ‘deprived’ of internet connection…yada yada yada…the list goes on and on…O.k. sum it all up, it’s pure laziness, folks!!!

Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix is selling like chicken in the market now!!..I’m no Harry Potter fan, but I do like the movie. It often leaves me with some sort of magical bliss after watching the movie. I prefer Harry Potter to The Two Towers ( I’m still a kid 😛 ), no one will believe that I slept through the two towers and Fred had to get me up when the movie comes to the climax…(wipes saliva before Fred continues from where I dozed off ..keke). It’s really sweet of him though.

I am and never was a fan- fiction fan. I am glued to the gloomy boring fictions. And they all share the same theme. I just realized that my favourite novels have some sort of melancholic insight. They are THE HOURS written by Virginia Woolf – who apparently committed suicide, THE BELL JAR by Sylvia Plath- and yes, she committed suicide by shafting her head in the oven, and THE VIRGIN SUICIDES ,PROZAC NATION..yucks yucks yuckss…my little morbid obsessions.
I guess it’s time for some fan-fictions! Kisumassa ligoof (magic words) fairies, hobbits, and dwarfs will rule my world now 😀

I have developed an itch. (God save me!! Not another depressing interest?!!) I have always been interested in the life of the famous legends, Kurt Cobain, Madonna and Marilyn Monroe. I’m curious on how people like them who considered to have-it-all , money, fame, sex, what more can they ask for, yet, sill ain’t contented with life. Last year I read on Kurt Cobain’s biography. It was said that he suffered from a childhood trauma and drugs been his sole dependent of happiness. I don’t know if that actually made him pull the trigger and blew his head off? In fact, Courtney Love recorded a suicide note of Kurt. To me, it sounds really fake. I guess for the information that I gathered, they are merely media sources, how valid are they, we will never know. Sometimes it makes me wonder, among all the pretty things in life, they gotta pay it off with suicide. Depressing!! I’m actually looking forward to getting a biography of Marilyn Monroe in Fopp at Cavendish Street for 3 pounds ;p

Talking about Marilyn Monroe, I have these photos uploaded for you guys. It was taken in Madame Tussaud in Amsterdam. Girlz, we’re the Marilyn wannabes.. HrMm..Boys…that picture didn’t turn out too rigt huh..?!! notty notty!! [sorry folks, I can’t get the pics uploaded because i couldn’t transfer the files to my friend’s laptop, shitty technical probs..driving me up the wall!!!]

WoaHh.. There was this earsplitting-loud thunder a few seconds ago. This was the first time I heard such loud thunder in UK. HMmmM..a sign from the above trying to tell me something??

On a different note, I have eventually found a flat in central London. Neat neat!!. I have a double bed!! WeEe!!.No more squeezing everyone in 1 single bed..Wahahha..This time I’ll have the whole double bed to myself…and I’m gonna hog all four corners of the bed. 😛 hehe…Anyone wants to come visit me ? Free bed and breakfast..(Cook YOURSELF!)

Fuck, I still can’t sleep. Insomnia is really killing me. Someone help me pls!!

– 4.50AM