Weird

Tuesday~ Uk time
Wednesday~ Msian time.

How weird I love to set my laptop's clock to Msian time. Loving the minute to call back home, knowing my mum will be there having mother-daughter-sixth sense that I will be calling back. Love the smile from the phone whenever I told her how much I spend in shopping and the pictures of her bag which I would send to her over the email.


How weird I felt after I met my cousin through her new, re-born blog of hers.
The cocktail feelings of happiness and proudness for her, my closest cousin, who seems to be the achiever of everything, well, except having the sense for business/marketing/accounting. =p
How envy and proud at the same time as I see her fall countlessly like falling dominoes in a year, and yet how she can regain her will and strength to carry on and to continue to persue her dreams. If I were her, I would be losing my sanity, locked up in a room of total whiteness with arms and legs tied around me. YaBoon, jia you! gambatei! with your new blog, your final year [yes/no?], and your life ahead! Miss you heaps!!!


How weird then I felt when I saw my youngest sister are one of the people who viewed me in my Friendster today.
Then I browse back her friendster page.
How funny and nostalgic I felt when stumble upon the picture of a pixie fairy which i cacated 'tatoo-ed' on her leg. Still remembering how I made her not to move an inch and not to squirm when the tip of the felt ink traced into formation of a pixie. And how I made her post it in her friendster as one of her photos.
Funny, how my youngest sister always become my lab mouse for all my experiments, ranging from ink tatoo, make-up, to heavenly who knows what's next.
Maybe Kenko Diet Plum? ha!


That's a tiny winny bit of how much i miss my family back at home.
10 more months I'll be back in Malaysia.
4 more months I'll be enjoying Chinese New Year in London.
2 more months I'll be up skiing in the hills of Scotland [maybe].
1 more month to have my tax code back to 510L instead of BR.
Few more weeks to have my previous year tax back in cheque.
A couple more days I'll be enjoying my veggie Pitta and work in Nandos.
A couple more hours I'll be having dreamless night of sleep.

'Good night
Sleep tight.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.'
A phrase I always use when we're bidding each other good night on seperate lands, under seperate roofs.