Typical Sunday Night In

So it wasn't summer yet in Edinburgh. Like duh, the further up north, the colder it gets. So there I was with a normal spring-like jacket and a tank top heading to Edinburgh. I got down at Waverley Station and shivered immediately. To make myself feel better, I bought myself a hot cup of chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows. And added 4 sachets of sugar. obviously. Life is good again.

Cheng, being the Edinburgh addict had her guidebook ready, asking me where to head first. I thought, let's get the Castle over and done with. She agreed, and poor girl, had a hard time stopping me from entering every single souvenir shop. I just can't help it, it's in my blood. After the Castle, we were off to the 10 ten places to visit in Edinburgh, according to the guide book. God bless the fact that everything was within walking distance. The one we left for last, which I also thought was the best, which naturally was the place I spent the most, the Palace of Holyroodhouse. A girl's perfect dream, living in a giant castle, just like a princess. Took too much pictures that by the end of the day, both cameras died out of exhaustion.

So that was pretty much my Edinburgh day trip. Sorry Dash, I didn't call you cos I realised a tad too late that I didn't have your number. Lame, I know but that was the truth =)

So after one week of lots and lots of walking and very little rest, I'm done with travelling for the year (well, excluding my trip home, which is a nightmare I dread. Long flights just make my hair go berserk) I may have gone back home for the Winter, Easter, and now, the Summer break. I may have not travelled half as much as the rest even, but I did my share of travelling after exams and most importantly, I had fun going with friends, and not just tagging along with random friends I don't know all that well. As much as I want to go take a stroll and admire the Eiffel Tower of Paris, skiing in Switzerland, watch operas in Prague, I want to do it all with my Sayang Azman. Then again, when I'm with you, anyplace will do because the other pieces will fall into place by itself. So for the next few days, all the way till my flight home, I'm under my own house arrest. That would do a lot of good for me physically and financially!

This is classic me. When I'm bored, I blab a lot. Blabbing too much that sometimes I make ridiculous spelling errors. My flight back to Malaysia is on the 25th June, Monday morning. 8 days, and counting. Which means I need to start packing, but knowing me- I can't be bothered. Seriously. I could be lying down on the grass in Palace Green, eating ice cream, or simply watching movies in bed, everything else sounds so much better without ever being attached to packing.

But tomorrow afternoon I'm going to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3 with Cheng. Can't wait though! Nobody tells me anything about the movie or I'll break your kneecaps.

Actually right now I'm wondering how many of my friends are already back home. At times I wish I could orb. I don't want to go through the agony of long flights and turbulences. It's all such a nightmare. I want to be home without having to go through all that. These are the times you wish that Malaysia is close to London. Argh. But I might as well enjoy my 10 celcius here before I go back home to 30 celcius.

Right this second - I am craving for Saddlers' chocolate cheescake. I blame Laura for introducing it to me. Really I do. It's so freaking yummy, it makes Secret Recipe's Chocolate Cheese look like nothing. Then again, in Malaysia that's your best bet. Unless your boyfriend is a culinary chef to be *hint* *hint* then he can whip you up something better. If everything else fails, there's always a food fight to engage in ;)

And I also have this desire to watch Phantom of the Opera the musical again! It's so worth every pound! And I'm getting the dvd box set from amazon. But right now I'm going to make hot chocolate for myself and enjoy watching online shows. My typical Sunday night in. I might as well enjoy it before Monday Blues kicks in. So that's all for now!

Summer, are you here yet?

I came back from my Italy trip exhausted and slightly tanned. Too much of margherita pizzas made me bloat. Eating ice cream (gelato in italian!) after lunch whilst touring around Rome and Venice was fun! After spending several nights both in Italy and London, I'm beyond exhausted. I still am, and I'm still sleeping only 6-7 hours a night (I need at least 8). Tomorrow however, is my day trip to Edinburgh. Tired, but looking forward to it.

I finally watched Phantom of the Opera during my last night in London. I pre-booked my ticket because I wanted the best seat, which I did, in the stalls - it was 4 rows away from the stage! I could see every detail, every setting and every prop clearly. Imagine sitting in the upper circle. I paid 53 quid and it was worth every damn pound. I did cry, and so did the others. And truth is, I have every intention to watch it again. Once is just not enough. It's just so freaking addictive. And this won't come out as a surprise to my mom, I bought the Prima Donna t-shirt and the programme booklet. Usually I'd grab the CD as well but I already have the whole soundtrack in my iPod.

It's less than 2 weeks now! I can't wait to go back to Malaysia. So I went back during Easter and Winter, but I still miss home! Although it can get blazing hot and the heat, sickly annoying, I still love home on top of everything else. The weather is usually constant. No fluctuations in temperature. It's not summer today and winter the next day. Because that is what it's like here in Durham. Still freezing. Isn't it summer already? Why is it 12 Celcius still?

Addicted...

I am not ashamed to admit that I am addicted to Subway's White Chocolate Chip and Macadamia Nut Cookie. All this time, I've had it alongside sub-of-the-day and a 500ml bottle of coke for 3 quid. Cool deal, I know. So previously, I limit myself to one cookie per week. All this 'trying to save and be frugal with money' is really driving me insane. So then I started buying just the cookie, which costs 47p, but if I buy 3, it would be only 1.19 quid. So from then on I started buying 3 cookies everyday. I'm just so addicted to it. I can't help it.

I don't care if people say it's gross, whatever. I don't care if it's 10g of fat per cookie, or the fact that it could be half-baked. Well generally I'm a big fan of cookies. Although on the surface I prefer not to be called a cookie-monster.

Now that the exams are over, I'm still in shock. I've been enjoying my free evenings, indubitably, but I wonder how I'm going to survive for the remaining 21 days here. Well in between there's my trip to Italy, Edinburgh and good ol' London. No wonder I'm broke right?

Last night I went to the Combined Honours Party, held in conjunction with the end of exams!!! It was a champagne reception, followed by a bbq dinner on a boat, river cruise and disco on board, and lastly, the Grand Finale, Planet of Sound at the union. It was my night out after so long. And by that, I mean after so, so, so long. I earned my night out. I've returned all 12 library books. I have been studious haha!

I'm going shopping tomorrow and I know it will be therapeutic! Its been 6 weeks since I last went! I have yet to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3 as well, but I've been warned by Leen to wiki the previous 'duology' in order to understand the movie better.

At this point of time, almost everyone is selling of their textbooks. I've had seniors who did their degree without owning any books. But that's not me, I can't live like that. I need to have a book on my own, one that I can highlight those important points, and that I can refer back when I'm revising. With that, it means I assimilate with my books. I can't just sell my books like they never meant anything to me? Besides, its not like I've ever sold any of my books. None. Nada. I may buy second or third hand books from people and pay-less stores, but only to add to my collection. I can never sell any of my books! They're like my babies! No No No. Selling my textbooks are therefore never an option. (Of cos my mom goes behind my back and donate my textbooks to my little cousins- which I don't mind, but I really mind when she gives it away to the newspaper collection man for some spare change!) Besides, its not like I've read every single page of the book and memorise its contents? Although I could use the extra cash. Even then, there's no way I'm selling my 25quid Philosophy Ethics' book for half price or anything less even! Azman says that's the value of second hand books. All the more reasons not to sell.

Magazines are another form of literature I refuse to dispose no matter how old the edition is. It's still money isn't it? My sister knows well enough not to use my magazines for her art project. it will be a nightmare for everyone if she did!

This does not make me weird. Back off. I love collecting books. Except for those books whose pages smell funny they make me want to throw up, all and all I'm a book lover. Yes I am. And I'm proud of it! As much as I'm addicted to Subway's cookies, I'm addicted to my books and magazines as well, if not just as much, more even =)