whistle for the choir.

It's exactly 5.46am and suprisingly enough, I've finally managed to log on to my account so I guess I'll sneak in an entry while the other two dungues in the room are sleeping...or at least trying to.

To my 'faithful' readers, fear not, for I have not left the blogging scene. My posts are all saved as drafts because I'm waiting for the pictures before I post them. Hopefully I'll get it done before the New Year.

I went out with the parents today. I wanted to shop. They wanted to watch James Bond. I guess you know what we ended up doing. It was an alright movie, much better than the last though. Instead of me being showered with belated birthday gifts, mummy decided to buy herself some stuff leaving me going home empty handed once again. I seriously need retail therapy. Anyone up to being my Santa?

It's kinda funny how when I was in UK, before I drifted off to dreamland, I would hope time would fly by faster so I could go home and be with my friends & Superman again; so I could waste countless number of hours going out and simply enjoying the holidays with the family I have chosen for myself.

But now that I'm here, all I can wish for is to just fly back, just to be with me, myself and I in a place unknown and escape reality that's slowly eating us me alive. We (almost) always want the exact opposite of what we have, I'd say. But if I knew how things would have changed when I got back, I would have chosen to stay there to keep things the way I remember it, the way I like it. I guess I'm just being a spoilt brat since I'm not the biggest fan of Mr.Change. But I guess I'm just learning to live life without you.

Okay, my tummy is aching now (I'm guessing it's from the buggified mac&cheese) so I guess I'm gonna crawl into bed and dream my unspoken wishes. Until next time, love much.

Grant my last request and just let me hold you,

Don't shrug your shoulders,

Lay down beside me,

Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere,

But one last time let's go there,

Lay down beside me...

jue*a boy like you's just irresistable.

david : ju will wrap herself up for once. got enough pants below your knees or not?

-_-

i believe in miracles, do you?

It's 9.20am here and while waiting for my sister to wake up, I guess I should blog...just because I'm keeping the last two episodes of downloaded Gray's Anatomy for when I'm reallyreally bored. Hehe :).

Anyhoo, for the first time in my life (yes, I AM a spoilt brat) I sat on a coach that my parents and I took to Bristol. My cousin and sister picked us up from the superbly organized bus station. After unpacking 3/4 of our 70kg luggage, my sister's boyfriend Darmain, father and brother came over for a very Malaysianised tea. We had Indian food mixed with mince pai, croissonts, bacon&cheese rolls and all that sort of stuff. Too full from tea, we decided to skip dinner (or as they call it here : supper) and took a walk around the area with my cousin, sister and parents. We walked all the way to Sainbury's to buy some groceries and walked to my cousin's house before walking back.

It's kinda funny to see my sister's house now. In my sister's pretty big room, there's four of us bunking in. My cousin is sleeping on the sofa bed in the kitchen because he's been kicked out of his room as Julz's uncle and dad is sleeping there. In one of the upstairs room, Michelle, Mei Vern and their mum is crashing there. So basically, this house is freaking packed.

greetings from guildford :).

Oh gosh, the transit seemed like ages. Note to self : Never agree to a transit flight EVER again. Due to the overbooked-ness of flights, we had to wait six freaking hours and its not like there's much to see at the airport anyway. Out of the total four meals served during both flights, I only ate half just because I felt like it. Slept most of the way on the second flight too.

Anyhoo, upon arrival at Heathrow Airport, Uncle Gnanasekaran picked us up as we're staying in his place in Guildford until tomorrow. Just a little family history - Uncle Gnanasekaran is my daddy's cousin and he's the only uncle I actually call uncle because well, he's quite British. He btw is Arit's mum's brother and was the one who told the both of us we were related. Look how well that turned out. Haha. He has two sons Kishen and Aron who are pretty good looking. Too bad we're related.

So we arrived safely in Guildford at around 4 and I spent the rest of the evening lazing around. Watched some TV, unpacked and help made dinner. I fell asleep by 9.00 and woke up to a rainy morning twelve hours later.

The weather today has been fairly pleasant despite the morning rain. It's not extremely cold and the sun is out so it was a good day to walk. And that's exactly what we did. We're staying at Queen Eleanor's Road in Oslow Village so it's about a 15 minute walk. We basically just walked wherever our legs brought us - Marks&Spencers, some shopping mall (excuse my short term memory) all located on or near Guildford's Famous High Street.

We also visited Guildford's Castle Grounds, St.Mary's Church, Guildford War Memorial, Guildford Hospital (which isn't really a hospital, it's sort of like an Old Folks Home except fancier) and Guildford Museum. Pretty impressive considering we were only out for four hours. There's one thing I like about walking - bloody cute blonde guys. Okay, I think I should stop dreaming.

To all the shopaholics, the clothes from most brands here are slightly cheaper. Seriously. Think Topshop, Roxy, and all that nonsense. But I was a good girl and didn't buy anything although Belle's reminder to buy bras kept on popping in my head in Marks&Spencers. Hehe ;).

We did some grocery before heading back home and now well, we're home. It'll be getting dark in an hour or so, so I guess I should go pack for tomorrow. My sister's convocation is on the 30th, so we're heading off to Bristol tomorrow morning. Taking a bus I think. Pictures from today would be up just as soon as I find the time.

Take care loves! Toodles! :).

jue*i'm not lazy, i'm just saving energy.

hello, good morning, how do you do?

Greetings from Dubai :).

The flight was alright though I slept most of the way. It felt so short but then again, it was only seven hours. In about another four, we'll be boarding the plane yet again for our flight to UK. Food wasn't half bad but as usual, I didn't have any appetite to eat. I only watched one and a half movies and some music videos which frankly is kinda...sad. But it's alright. My parents are asleep next to me as I use the wireless internet and stay connected with the world! Oh yes, I LOVE modern technology :D.

Ever since I was a little kid, I simply loved travelling. I love the airports, I love getting on the plane, I love looking out the window, I love the hot mat sallehs on board, I love annoying the stewardess by ordering tons of drinks and I love the free alco (okay, maybe not as a kid). Anyway, I guess I'm still a kid..well, kinda. Minus the boobs.

Oh and btw, I'm so marrying Superman. Yupp, first class sex baby :D.

jue*boys come and go like seasons.