Marathon

It is now 4.40am, and the packers are coming in 4 hours. My suitcase is still empty, and my air freight is still sitting there. This is not a good sign.

I think I will just sit here, and watch the world go by, while the packers pack all the things I need like my precious shoes into the boxes, to be seen again in 2 months. =( I am starting to miss them already!

We bought energy saving bulbs the other day, they were only 39p each! We got 68. =)
My mum wanted us to test each and every one of them, to make sure they work. But dad was a bit kinder, as he was of the opinion that we were worth more than that.

So the four of us made a list:
39p - Philips Energy Light Bulb 100W
59p - Olivia Chai Ming Rou
69p - Oswald Chai Ming Yang
79p - Osbert Chai Ming Yao
99p - Stella

I am more expensive because I have a degree. The next day, my mum wanted to give me away with the car. How nice of her.

Chocolate Date

It is now officially 2 more days until the professionals come and take over the house. *whew*

Which means, I need to pack my suitcase, sort my documents, get ready the stuff for air freight and decide what I am throwing away/giving away.

Those who have kindly offered to take in my worldly possessions, thanks a million. I still don't know how to fit the inflatable whale into the suitcase. I shall definitely fit the bikini in!

In anticipation of a swimming pool.

The hotel we are staying in is approximately 15 minutes walk to KLCC. The ensuing conversation went some how off tangent:

Brother 1: 'The hotel is only 400m away, we can walk to KLCC.'
Me: 'Who walks to KLCC?'
Brother 1: ' We do!' *slightly too enthusiastically*
Me: ' Only gullible tourists walk to KLCC. We'll look like tourists, and the Malaysians driving by will laugh at us.'
Brother 1: *thinks a while* ' I think we can pass for Taiwanese tourists.'
Me: *Death Stare*

On the lighter note, Harry Potter was good. Yes, I got a copy, and yes, it only cost me £5. Go me! They have run out of £5 copies though, which sucks. It took me 6 hours to get through the book. I was impressed, but the sadistic tendencies in me were not too pleased.

Oh, I will be heading to Glasgow on Tuesday to escape packing meet some interesting person. He is going to cycle home from US of A to Malaysia. I personally think its a bid to show off that he can cycle and I can't, but since he is going to do it for charity, I guess it doesn't do anyone any harm. Besides the fact that his fertility may be compromised... Haha...

Lab Rat

The Fifth Sibling getting an operation.

I went for another injection today. They said it was for Jap E, which can kill kids. So, for the sake of the fourth sibling, we went.

The nurse was nice as usual. However, as I received a letter from Aberdeen Occupational Health that morning, I needed a blood test for Hepititis C. They decided to take a some blood to test, since I was already in the chair. So they are testing for Hepititis B, Hepititis C, Meningitis C, Measles and Rubella. =.=

Oh, then they discussed a bit more, and decided that, since I didn't get a jab in secondary school, I may as well get another one for DPT. My doctor gave me one for that seperately before, but nooooo.... it's not a triple injection.

The joys of going back. Malaysia better be worth it!

On a lighter note, Olivia needs to get 8 injections. Hahahahahaha....

Jam

Jam is a type of sweet spread or condiment made with certain fruits or vegetables.

It may also be a sticky situation, or a traffic dilema. It can also be called a pickle. (why do they name things after food?)

Either way, I still prefer the fruit variety. Much nicer, especially on warm toast... *Yum*

My brain has been out of work recently. I realised, the longer I leave working, the less likely I am to want to go back to work. My day consists of cleaning, and more cleaning. In fact, I am certain that I am born to be a cleaning person. Sure, Cinderalla stories to exist, but come on, where in the world am I going to find some Rain-look-a-like, Bill Gates-rich-a-like piece of royalty? I am not exactly Angelina Jolie.

Health Professions Council has just made my life a teeny tiny bit more interesting. As a Malaysian Passport holder in a foreign country, trying to register to practice in the foreign country, they decided to hold my application just that wee bit longer, instead of the usual 5-10 working days, it's FOUR MONTHS. My boss is wondering why they are taking so long, as they want me at work and cutting toenails ASAP.

Anyways, I shall just continue to clean in my own little house. It is now only 10 days till packing day, and the house looks like a bomb site.

Everyone is welcome to come save me... I mean NOW... I'm waiting! *blink cute cute eyes*

Injections are Evil

When you live in some place for too long, you find out you need to get injections (No less than 5!!!) to go back to your home country. Why? Because they want to make you cry.

But I didn't cry. I just read MIMS.

What joy!

PS: The Fifth Sibling got 8 injections from Olivia. And he/she was cleaned out and washed in the washing machine... Oh, his bob-of-fluff-tail was put in a special plastic bag to prevent contamination with the rest of the fluff!

Mango Passion

I saw this in the supermarket the other day. I have yet to try it. Since I can get the pure wholesome original Mango flavour one in Aberdeen.

One reason to stay in this place.

http://www.thelongerlastingpleasure.co.uk/mpf/

Spring Chicken

I just got back from a day trip to Glasgow today. And I realise how much I miss the place, with all it's flaws and endless days of rain and wind and rain and wind. Hmm, on second thought, maybe I don't miss it as much as I thought! :p

I have a long list of things to do, people to contact, letters to write, presents to send... I think I need a secretary for all this. It doesn't help that the rest of my family are also depending on me for the same things too. Bah! I hate being ettiquettely correct because it just makes so much more things on the list. My dad sent me a list with 101 things to do before we go back to Malaysia, and asked me to make one for myself too.

I went to see the GP today, to get all the doctor signature things to prove that I fit for work *Not that I am not fit, with all that exercise I do*. And also to chase them up for an appointment to see Gastro. NHS, forgot all about their own kind since November! I have an appointment for the day after I leave UK which isn't useful. Yet another thing on the To Do list to get sorted.

On a lighter note, I watched Ocean's 13 today. Had too much time, and didn't feel like shopping. *Yes, Stella MUST be ill hor* Brad Pitt is no longer cute. George Clooney still looks pretty decent, but I just realised his eyes look like a womans. I think I may have grown up, or need new glasses.

In the end, I decided I didn't need a 'Grow Your Own' Maid thing, and I want Valentino's new perfume Rock n' Rose. It is distinctively different and is more powdery than my usual choice of perfume. But the lady in Frasers was right, it was worth the wait. I did manage to get Gucci Envy Me 2, which was a limited edition last summer. I know it's out of season, but I think it's better than Envy Me. It was sold out last summer, so I didn't manage to get a bottle. Somehow, someone in Boots must have snaffled some from some garage somewhere.

As long as I have one, I am happy.

Now back to cleaning. No rest for the wicked. I wonder if anyone will take pity on me.

I need sugar.

PS: Someone asked me if they could get a Stella and how much it costs. Current selling rate is 3 char siew paus. In line with the rising costs of fuel, the rate will be adjusted accordingly.

G.R.A.D.U.A.T.E.D

They refused to give me flowers so I sulked and got them

The family

The Cash Cow

The Siblings

Yay... I didn't trip, fall flat on my face or break my nose.

My make up didn't smudge either.. Thank you Lancome.. haha

I have finally graduated and received the all important certificate of competence today. *Everybody go 'whooo'!!* The ceremony was just ever so slighty boring, but probably better than most, as we were encouraged to cheer, shout and whistle... So cheer, shout and whistle we did. So much so, we didn't hear the cheers of the audience. Boy, was the concert hall noisy!

Richard's pink socks

It was a good laugh with Richard in his bright pink knee-high socks, very informal and marked the end of an era. When you finally get a frumpy Hogwarts hat waved over your head, that's you graduated. No funny business of kneeling down and reciting verses or even a cardboard on the head with a tassel. The Scots just want to be different.

Hogwart Hatting

Graduation is a time to look back, and reflect, on all that work supposedly put into attaining our degrees *cough cough*. It is also a time to look at how much you have grown, both older and wider wiser.

I was happy to be able to graduate on the same day as two of my flatmates from first year. It was surreal to see each other in our gowns when pigging out in first year seemed like yesterday. Yvonne tried to persuade my dad to leave me in Scotland, and wanted to take me in. Any more offers?? Hehe..

Cat & I - Physio & Pod - Irish & Malaysian

Graduation would also mean all of us will go our seperate ways, do different things in life. While most of my coursemates will stay here in the UK or in Ireland, I do not know where I will end up in the future. And this is a difficult decision in itself. Shall think about this later... After the choc-chip cookie break.

Mobilis Podiatry Prize

Oh, by the way, I received the Mobolis Podiatry Prize for Business Management Plan. I thought I would get a pen. Not just any old pen.. Noooo.. and flashy pen with a laser thingy at the end. My supervisor dispelled my ideas and told me I may get money or vouchers. When I opened my prize, I saw a note:

"Unfortunately we have not received your prize as yet, therefore please accept my deepest apologise and I will forward your prize to you as soon as we receive this.

Your prize will be sent to your home address.

Good luck with your future career."

What an anti-climax. Ashleigh and I are convinced we will get plasters and a zimmer frame respectively from ColoPlast and Mobilis. How do we know? Easy! From the names of the sponsors!

I'm RICH!! =D

Look Who Has a Tannnnn

Erlow folks! I'm Homeeeee....

Eighteen days was probably too long. But I saw lots, ate lots, took lots of stupid photos and drooled over countless cute men in continental Europe! Ha! Well worth it.

I will post up photos, interesting things I did soon. Once I get the laundry done, the stuff from moving from my flat in Glasgow tidied up, the Health Clearance, Character Clearance, Enhanced Security Clearance, Ocupational Health Clearance, Health Professional Council Registration, Work Permit and Working Visa sorted. As well as the graduation stuff sorted.

Note to self: Find a photographer to take a graduation photo so that grandparents can put my photo on the wall and invite all the potential mother-in-laws neighbours, friends, relatives, far flung friend-of-friend's-cousin's-grandaunt's-sister-in-law to comment how fat I've grown.