do excuse my lack of updates...

an early surprise came in the post beginning of this week...
my precious precious football ticket to the Newcastle United v Manchester United match...


can u tell am super excited....


however... am sitting next to the fans of michael owen, nicky butt and damien duff...
u all must b questioning my act of betrayal...
well... it was much easier purchasing tickets supporting NU since i'm in newcastle... dat's all!
i mean i still haf dreams about ryan giggs n i okay....

no worries... i am aware of the fanatic NU fans...
therefore... i've been practicing...
my YES.... is now a NO!!!
and my usual high pitch GOALLLLLL has been substituted wif a low pitch disappointed OFFSIDE!!!!
n if dat doesnt help... am off 2 poundworld to buy me sum duct tape...
fish lips need to be sealed...

last saturday i was in Nottingham for the annual Nottingham Malaysian Games!


two buses carried 92 northumbria students from newcastle to nottingham...
apparently the less-athletic students were there to cheer for their fellow university mates that represented their university in friendly games of football, netball, tennis and badminton!

bt i had other ideas... i did not pay fcking 14 pounds to tie my hair in ponytails and carry stringy pom-poms around... i was there to explore the COUNTY!

and with only 11 hours to explore the county... i was determine to visit the two places that nottingham was rumoured to be famous for...

i) nottingham is the county where robin hood originated...
coolness
so i was there taking pics with the famous Robin Hood statue...

ii) and nottingham is the only plc in the UK where you can find the restaurant franchise that made...

previously... it was
'i keep losing weight bt it keeps finding me'

now... it's
i've lost both the weight and the ass...


i miss those bumps that helped fill in my jeans everytime...
i miss the cushion feel i gt when i sit on stone-chairs...
i miss the ass charm i used to possess as i stood amongst ass-less chinese girls...
(i *sadly* dun haf that magic anymo!)
pffft....

i miss my ass... :(

i) so i've been cooking my own meals (well two of them).... one turned out really impressive and the other was a disaster.... bt i've kinda upgraded myself... i'm not as pyrophobic as i was before.

Colchester claims to be the oldest recorded town in Britain going back to 77AD when Pliny the Elder first mentioned about it.
The town is a mixture of a very modern town centre, very very georgian museums and a Roman castle.
i'm a sucker for georgian architecture. there's something about it that makes everything so grand.
Hollytrees was a very grand Georgian town house built in 1718 and was occupied by the wealthiest families in Colchester. Now, it is a museum that tells the tales of life back in the days.

and in that museum, we were transported back to the past before the inventions of the washing machine and the camera...
we spent the longest time trying to draw our own Victorian silhouette, one of the limited options of having your portrait taken. Silhouettes were expensive as it took a lot of dedication and time to draw.

i offered to draw my dad's silhouette and as he sat there still and not moving a muscle, i traced his outline from the reflection i saw through the little peep hole. it gets a lil confusing at times... takes a lot of skills which i obviously lack!

it was believed that an accurate outline of a person's profile could reveal the person's personality. For instance, a large nose tip indicated anger while a high forehead showed intelligence.

miss nurulle asked me once in class after careful observations of a fellow course mate originally from china...

'how come chinese people from china look different from malaysian chinese like you people... they haf higher bridge and sharper nose when your nose is just flat and round?'

she caught me offguard and the gazillion brain cells in my head just couldnt process a good enuff answer. i replied something gibberish and i could tell nurul was left wif an unsatisfying answer... but you haf to excuse nurul's prone to melodrama that being part of her elaborately constructed persona...

i've gotten used to it over the year knowing her as a coursemate and a friend... i should be thanking my lucky stars she didnt notice china man's defining jaw line and high cheekbones as opposed to mine...

surprise surprise surprise...
how did i ended up with 34% South East Asian when i'm constantly being referred to as being overly 'chinky'... irene being the last person to mention it to me and that was last friday!
south east asian?!?!?! must be the nose... my bulb liked nose...

however there's no history of intermarriages between my chinese ancestors and any indigenous people of borneo who are of austronesian decent... and from what i know, i'm 100% pure chinese!
so my flat bulb like nose must be the effect of the environment surrounding me...

so my answer to you nurul, though 4 months late is...
geography plays a big role in making the nose of a malaysian chinese lk moi awfully round, huge and flat!

environment is also the major factor why i'm slowly losing my chinese roots. i believe in a long run, what remains oriental in me are my chinky eyes and my last three given names... and oh of course... the nose!


p/s: oh btw... wtf...BLINDNESS!!!! kirsten dunst as celebrity match... i dun even effing lk d girl :(

here's pearl as a meanie alcoholic landlady...




here's pearl as the abusive bad cop!!!

there are two ways in which sound can be reduced: noise reduction or noise absorption. you can go on wiki to see the differences which i dun really care because i feel alll hotels need both... SERIOUSLY!

my previous trip to kl wouldnt have been such a disaster if only three peaceful nights of sleep would be guaranteed. i mean, dad made me walked... A LOT in 2 n a 1/2 inch heels and by the time i reached back, alll i could wish for is uninterrupted sleep. even that was impossible thanks to the ultra thin walls that separated our room from the others. i shall leave the name of the hotel out because i dun wan trouble... bt i would certainly nt keep the xperience a secret.

dad n i arrived kl around 11.15pm and it was wayyyy past midnight by the time we got to our hotel. we were given a room on the 11th floor.... room 1130. dead tired, i practically forced myself to do my daily routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face before bed. by the time i was comfortably cuddled up in bed and dad had turned the lights off, it was about 1.30 in the morning. i closed my eyes and started thinking about the visa appointment i was about to attend in 8 hrs time when suddenly i felt the wall bangin onto my bed.

'dat is a little too light 4 an earthquake', i thought... so i pressed my ears against my bed hoping to hear sumthing... i heard the bed squeaking... bt it wasnt my bed! then i heard moans... awfully loud moans... and the banging sound gt louder... so did the squeaking sound of the bed's springs... and the banging on the wall....

'OMG'...some1 is trying to flush out his demon seeds....



i looked to my left and dad was fast asleep... i knew because he was already snoring...
my fucking neighbours were fucking...
i buried my head under my pillows and barely slept through the sounds of snores and the moans of pleasure...

the next night... i decided that i would sleep early... jus so u know i would be fast asleep when my neighbour decides to get the groove on again...
apparently, frm the sound of it... it seemd lk i had a new neighbour... nt dat i was eavesdropping... the hotel was basically nt sound proof... u can hear every single conversation w/o even tryin 2 listen.
room 1131 was not occupied by a couple... but a MAN. one man... satu... numero UNO.
hope housecleaning changed the sheets!

i was kinda jumping 4 joy inside bcuz who is the man gonna talk to o fuck with right... bt than i totally ignored the 'canggih-ness' of telecommunications...
because MR. 1131 was on his handphone from 10pm to 12.30am talking and laughing like there's no tomorrow. how did i know he was on his cell? it was a one way talk... i heard questions bt no answers... i heard laughters coming out from only 1 voice... he was on the bloody phone... damnit
every single word so clear... i swear i would have known what his conversation was about if only i paid attention to it... bt i was tryin soooo hard to sleeeeepppppp!!!!!!!!!!!! wic i managed to eventually.

on my last night... things gt a lil bit better... and that could only mean 1 thing... that room 1131 was vacant.
we were back early that night because we had to pack for the journey home the next day. it was about 9pm when i heard running sounds from the corridor... KIDS...
what was irritating was that the parents did nt attend to them... and you could hear kids running up and down the hallway and banging on the doors... thank goodness the madness only lasted a while... cuz i believed it was bed time for those lil devils...

i slept well that night... FINALLLY!

bt i woke up at 7 in the morning the next day thanks to the same running sounds, the same laughters and the same sound of the doors being banged. and the doors did not jus bang once... three effing times every 5 mins. even that woke my dad up n boy was i boiling inside... i've nvr been so sleep deprived o frustrated evr in my 22 yrs of life....

funny thing was... a week after our stay, dad received an email from the hotel asking us to leave comments about the hotel... and dad wrote:

'bad service.... not sound proof!'

great dad... that came from some1 who actually snored throughout those three effing nights!

you know what's frustrating about being a law student?

... it's the onerous task of memorising names of cases.
it'll be wonderful if names of cases stay simple like Strong v Bird or Bull v Bull... that'll b lk hitting the jackpot if you're asking... very rare and almost impossible.

names of cases are usually LONG, CONFUSING and INCREDIBLY HARD TO REMEMBER.
Westdeutsche Landesbank Girozentrale v Islington London Borough Council... need i say more :(
and if you think English cases are hard, Malaysian cases are even worst!
the names are allll similar sounding.... sobsobsobsobsobsob
my personal fav.... Eng Mee Yong v Letchumanan!
and it doesnt help that i suck at memorising.... my incorrigible flaw!
if only i can guzzle all the information down as easy as food! sigh...

and it certainly doesnt help that there's a certain LORD DENNING in law who happens to be overly opinionated.
where most lords are conservative believing that the common law is sacrosanct, lord denning is a bit too radical for my liking...
he's always the one dissenting judgments... he's the one who happily finds the chink in the armour and conveniently alters the law!
and thanks to him, Mr. Papa of Equity (fairness), i have extra judgments to read, extra chapters to cover and sigh a lot more cases to memorise.

the group in facebook is right... I DONT NEED SEX, LORD DENNING FUCKS ME EVERY DAY!
the guy fucks my brain everyday and it'll be great if he had a hot bod like dat...

IF ONLY!!!!!!!!.... SIGH
argh.... back to studying!

upbeat tune and catchy lyrics that reflected my present involuntary cognitive state of emotion, i think nobody said it better than LOCKSLEY...

"overdue books will result in imprisonment... dont wait for the movie, read the book!.... thriller of the month... webster's dictionary"

*pics frm flickr.com

... 'our ears and nose will never stop growing.'

trust me, i panicked too when i saw that line from an article. i'm fine with my ears growing bigger but my nose! my nose is the one thing i really feel insecure about, nvrm the eyes... bt my nose. IT's already big and flat thank you. if there is a machine to measure the size of your nose, i think the machine would flash out a big 'CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE A BIG NOSE!' in bright red.

There are two view points to it. Most people say that when we stop growing upon reaching 18 and 21 for some, both the nose and ears will not. However, some do believe that as we age, every part of our body will shrink, just not the nose and the ears.
either way, both views are pointing towards an enormous nose by the time we turn 80. Not comforting at all. With photoshop's liquifying tool, we can fast-forward 58 years and see how big my nose is when am 80.

attached on the face is a nose so big that even the lips became distorted. I look like a GNOME! think i need to find a piggy bank that says, 'PHYL'S FUTURE NOSE JOB FUND'.