Yes, it's London baby. It was a hell of fun and also frustration. (grrrr, not saying it!) Nonetheless I really enjoyed this trip. I'm sure mom, dad, Dan and Aaron did too :)

The flight took about 12 hours++ and the entire journey was gruelling I tell you. I kept walking aimlessly in the plane because I had pins and needles on my legs. Not to mention that I was a little bit crummy on that day because I only realised that I forgotten to bring some stuffs when I was in the plane. What do you expect lar, last minute packing. I just grabbed everything, chunked it into my baggage, zipped it and locked it. But then, that didn't really ruin my entire trip lah :)

We went to Trafalgar's square, westminister abbey and mostly some tourist attractions around London. And, I had jetlag! GMT+0 mar, so I was sleepy and bersemangat at the wrong time. SWTTTTT! Only for the few days lah. Thankfully. I'm not going to post a whole load of pictures lar, I'm going to highlight a few places that I really liked.


This is Westminister Abbey. So ancient and so historical. I kept 'WAHHHH-ing' at the building. Such a beautiful church. It was actually a monastery you know, and it had so many history chronicles behind this place. I was impressed like OMGITSSOFREAKINGLYAWESOME.


This is the place we stayed. Renaissance Chancery Court Hotel situated in Holborn. It's a five star hotel and I really liked the outer design and also the interior one. The interior design.. was traditional and modern at the same time. It showed modernity with a sense of traditional touch. The afternoon tea was super duper sinful. So much of butter, jams, scones, cupcakes, etc. But it really burned a hole in our pocket lorrr. Heartbreaking. It costed around 36 pounds lar, which is equivalent to about 300 ringgit. GUILTY GILER...NAK NANGIS DAH. lol


Big Ben of London :)


Victoria Station. I love to see the pretty little red buses in and out. And also the interior of the station is so huge. It's fun to travel by train, in my opinion. Because you get to experience the life as a commoner in that country. So, yeah. Interesting!

Hahah. I can't list down the places I visited with my family entirely la. But I shall end this with a grand finale of...

FOOD! That will make your tummy growl. Ah. I miss the food, dearly.


Pie and mash at M Manze's. At Sutton. Its beef pie with mashed potatos and parsley gravy. Seriously good! I had two servings because it tasted so good. It costed us about 2.70 pounds each, so i guess its around 130 ringgit here. GUILT AGAIN. lol!

The finale - Jam Poly Roly. Its actually a pudding with raspberry jam, together with custard. I know, it doesnt look really appealing here, but looks are deceiving you know. For me, its a wee too sweet but my parents seem to love it to bits. So as a filial daughter, I sacrificed my share for them :)

So now you know where the cartoon Rollie Ollie Pollie comes from... :)

This is Coffee Republic. My first thought : One republic, no? WTH. This place serves good toffee coffee, toffee muffins, etc. That gave me my daily dosage of happy hormones. In excess.

This thing costs 3 pounds = 20 ringgit, which means, 5 ringgit for one badge. Screamsssssssssss.

WHATEVER! LIKE WTF RIGHT.

As usual again, jetlag.. but I'm going to browse through all the pictures again. I'll miss you, London. So homely!

My mom's Manolo Blahnik Sedaraby shoes =) The desiderata for heels. ELECTRIFYING. I'm so proud of my mom. DUH. WHO YER DAUGHTER IS? :P

College is such a bore these days with all the tests, tests and more tests. Not like my life's kinda happening, at the moment. Regarding my previous post, you can just ignore it because that was just some emotional fume. It's nothing serious, so I'm perfectly fine with it.

Phyllis asked me whether I wanted to go for Cheer 2008, and yes, I declined her. Frankly, I'm not into cheerleading. I don't know why. Probably 8 out 10 girls out there whom I know are interested in cheerleading, for instance, Daniella, Phyllis and the rest of them la.

I'm not trying to stereotype any cheerleaders, okay, but I can't help but they all share some common things, which consist of :

1. Cheerleaders love posting their camwhored (flying kisses, etc) pictures in their blogs.
2. They love posting their pretty things (clothes, makeups)
3. Their favourite hangout place - Forever 21, Miss Selfridge.
4. They watch Gossip Girl and worship it like OMGTHATISSOWESOME.

No hard feelings, girls. I'm not stereotyping, I'm merely listing out the common things that I've observed for quite some time. So.. don't bitch about me in your own respective blogs, yo. I am not qualified for publicity, yet. I know, I admit that I actually do some of things that I've previously mentioned above, which makes me, uhm, yeah, superficial. I am, in a way. TAT-A-TAT.

Did I tell you that I had an argument with Keevan? Stupid son of a gun.

"Meesha (his sister), why did you mess up my stuff? Didn't I tell you to stop playing with my stuff. It's all ruined. You damn stupid dog!"
"Eh, chill, Keevan. How can shout at your sister and call her a dog in front of everybody?"
"She messed up my stuff, and I am her brother, so I deserve to scold her"
"HEY! She's already crying there, you're just making things worse. If she has done something wrong, then point it out to her (not in public, of course!) and make sure she doesn't repeat again. This is her first time, not like you're some heavenly angel who is free of sins!"
"This is my business lah, not yours okay"
"Eh, f*cker, you are super l*n d*u man. You know why she'a stupid dog? Because she has a stupid brother who doesn't even take care of her. The name 'brother' doesn't suit you, that status is too honourable and high for you. You should be named bastard, instead"

And then I showed him my middle finger and asked him to f*ck yourself, without hesitation.

Edit: To VanishaYES, I AM A FOUL-MOUTHED GIRL. SO WHAT? STOP THOSE BLATANT LIES SAYING THAT PROFANITY WILL ONLY DEGRADE YOURSELF. FIRST AND FOREMOST, WHATEVER I SAY IS NOT FOR YOU TO JUDGE, SO DON'T EVER JUDGE ME HASTILY. I BET YOU WERE JUST SAYING THOSE STUPID STATEMENTS JUST TO MAKE YOURSELF LOOK GOOD. AND NOW, WHO'S LYING, EH? AT LEAST I'M NOT BEING PRETENTIOUS LIKE SOME BITCHES OUT THERE TRYING TO WOO GUYS WITH THEIR OH-SO-GOOD IMAGE.

I'm done. Not feeling too well.

I could only hear the sound coming from the television, and nothing more. The atmosphere is quite cold, as I would describe it.

Few hours ago, mum and dad quarreled. A bit of arguing here and there sparked a quarrel, and then, a verbal fight. Those words are still ringing in my head, and I felt like burying my head in pillows to stop listening. To be frank with you, my parents' relationship was just on the so-so side. More of the arguments and I sort of got fed up with them.

I don't blame them, seriously. Its their life, and I truly respect them. And of course, their decisions as well. They weren't on good terms when I was fourteen, approximately 4 years ago. Would you say that their marriage is on the rocks? Not really, not close to that extend, but the thought of divorce came to my mind everytime when they argue about something. And so, I thought. What about me and my siblings? Can we cope ourselves? Soon, they reconciled, and things were back to normal again. So, I thought - okay, this is nothing. I was being too sensitive, anyway.

And now, me, seventeen going on eighteen, the cycle repeated again. How serious it is, I may not know, but the thought of my parents going separate ways never fail to flood my mind. I'm seventeen right now, so I guess I'm more mature than before, so I'm quite mentally prepared for it. I understand the root of the problem, so it wouldn't leave a rather deep scar in my life, maybe a slight scar. It would have been worse if this happened when I was way younger, because I was still naive and innocent, and to embrace changes, are kind of alien. I got intimidated.

I wonder, how long can mum put up with dad's egoistic chauvinistic attitude? Neither could I - it gets pretty exasperating when I'm in a conversation with him. We do see eye to eye, but not often. He claims that she's stubborn, and she takes things too seriously. And she says that he's being unreasonable and inconsiderate.

Despite of what is happening around me, I still view marriage as something positive, and definitely not something negative. But after all, I don't have the urge to tie the knot one day. Perhaps I've seen to much of the negative side of marriage. I know, marriage isn't scary at all. Not even a teeny bit. But, I guess I'm exposed more to the bad side instead of the good side. From my perspective, marriage isn't succumbing yourself to do's and don'ts. Marriage is a deeper level of a relationship.

I can't exactly picture what I feel, at the moment. Of course, every girl has their dream of meeting their knight in shining armour one day, even I myself, too. I'm open about relationships, and I have nothing against them, but I guess I'm still not ready to go into marriage. I'm saying it generally, when I'm older then. Because I may not be able to handle marriage, because it's a big thing, and of course, big power comes with big responsibilities. Too much to handle, in my opinion. I still choose to respect my boundaries, though.

I cannot deny the fact that I worry constantly about my future. I need to learn to be independent somehow, whether it's in a harsh way or not. Because in the end, you can't expect everything to go as you like.

And of course, with all the shitty people revolving around you, it's hard to actually see the light. Maybe one day you'll bond yourself to them, subconsciously. Oh man.

TOUCH WOOD.

I usually keep silent when I'm feeling distressed, or when sorrow overwhelms me. Even a tad of it could linger all day long, leaving me feeling all so ho-hum. I believe that, I'm just going through another hurdle, that everyone in the world has possibly gone through this before. I have mixed feelings inside me, they're all mixed into something that I cannot sort it out myself.

It's all tangled up in me.

Too complicated.

I want to cuss everything out, and yet I want to just wrap myself up in my blanket and cry. I can't help but feel hopeless, and the only alternative to curb this to just stop and stare?

I feel troubled. Not because of love or studies (it's partly because of that I admit).

But, the little things. It may not seem significant, but yet, the little things are hurting me in a way, that I could only stop and stare. I'm sorry if this post is nothing but depressed scribblings of a 17 year old schoolgirl who's battling with her inner self.

There isn't much time left, and I don't know where I am heading to because it seems that I have not moved at all. Not even an inch. I question myself, countless times, am I at the end of the race or perhaps I am being delusional about it all along and I only got to realize that I am still at the starting? It hurts me to know, and I don't seem to know, at all.

Life crashes down on you and gives you a splash of acid on your face. Ouch. When you are confused, lost and unconfident, everything seems to crash down on you on that very split second. I try, to understand the root of all the happenings, and I am wondering, what, how, where, when. I cry, of course, when I feel that I've had enough of life, but I still choose to trust myself again, that my tears will dry on its own.

Seriously.. I don't know whether I can keep running. At this moment, I'm drained out, mentally and physically. I need the strength to continue this. I can't play along, anymore. All I need is something to quench my thirst, and recharge my strength.

Yeah, perhaps an isotonic drink would do, but then again, I need an oasis. Badly.