Spending my first Chinese New Year without my family and close friends from Malaysia would most definitely sadden me to levels I do not want to imagine. It pains me to know that I have not celebrated the last CNY to the fullest.

I wanted to wear new clothes on every single day of the celebration.

I wanted to bake more cookies and prove to my friends I’m awesome in the kitchen.

I wanted to visit the friends I miss so much.

I wanted to spend more time with my beloved family, the one I wouldn’t mind having arguments with, knowing the fact that we will always be together at the end of the day.

Distance not only makes the heart grow fonder, but it fucking makes the mind ponder and wonder about the things you have in life, and that makes the heart grow immensely fucking fonder, so much it hurts! Distance sucks big time.

It’s so heartbreakingly sad when you don’t know something wonderful you are about to do would be the last time you would be doing it, until who knows when. Well, I’m sure I would spend some future CNYs with proper family reunion and gatherings with friends, but you get the idea – I’m just being an emotional wreck, moaning about my unfortunate geographical location during CNY. Not that I don’t love London, because I do, but what is CNY in London compared to CNY with family and friends who gamble!

And O.M.G. The food. O.M.G. O.M.G. O.M.G. I want. I need!

Fine.

Gong Xi Fa Cai.

Whatever.

Think of the shoes you have.

The water you drink.

The clothes you own.

The blankets that keep you warm.

The dinner you swallow.

The parents who love you.

Think of not having anything you already have.

Please do donate to the Haitians who have nothing but hope in the hours of darkness.

On a morning like this,

when you feel you need more sleep,

you can't help but to feel the urge to kick a pigeon

on the way to class.

Classes are starting soon. *Insert freaking sad face*

Chinese New Year is coming and I’m not in Malaysia. The foooooood!

Somehow all the nice clothes I see during the sales are the ones that will suit my mom and sister. Ugh.

But, wait.

I’m in London! Rawrrr!!!

Still, what good is being in London when Malaysian food is, to me, the best in the world?

Sigh.

Right. It’s the new year and here I am in London, trying to digest all the place has to offer but somehow I still miss the food in Malaysia. Sales are still going on and I most definitely need to stop shopping for my mom and sister or people are gonna think I’m into cross-dressing. Thanks to Miss Rileen a.k.a. Miss Papayabanana, now I’d have to shop for heels. Awesome.

Anyway, off to bed now. Tra-la-laaaaaaaaa!

Oh, Happy New Year, babeh!

I’m still alive!

Yes, I’ve been to most landmarks in London, and no, I will not spend time blogging about how wondrous or overrated they are. You have Wikipedia and Google for that. Hence, I have nothing much to write about these days, as I am constantly slapped with light papers weighted with extensive reading lists that could make a cow puke bacon. Yes, it is that crazy. Thankfully, I am still sane enough to know that my social life should not be neglected just because I have to strive extremely hard to look at least a little smarter in class.

Enough of sad and emotional rant. I made new friends! And I’m proud to say they’re all great in their own ways, just like the friends back in Malaysia that I miss oh-so-much. It’s nice to see intelligent people in class who are so nice to others without the slightest annoying attitude of superiority, unlike the situation in my class in Malaysia. Good to have something for a change!

My mom hasn’t called me for quite some time now. I miss bitching and gossiping with her about every single thing and person we can think of. I’m pretty sure we’ll talk for hours if she called one of these days.

And no, I have no idea if I have lost or gained weight. Somehow I dare not set foot on the weighing machine as it might tear my heart apart, which would mean that my friends have won. Bloody hooligans who can’t wait for me to get fat so they can laugh at my flabby tummy and triple chins. Hence, I started jogging again. I managed to get a really awesome and professional looking pair of shoes and decided to show them off right after I got them.

Warmed up.

Went out.

Started jogging.

Started to drizzle.

Came back home after 6.8 minutes because I didn’t want to wet my shoes on their first day out.

Awesome start, don’t you think?

Right. So, this is the anticipated post, I suppose, for it is the first one since I legally invade London. Perhaps it was the exhaustingly hectic week I had that made me completely neglect posting anything on my blog, despite a few pictures on my Flickr of places I have been to. Even so, I was too lazy – besides the fact that I hate being tagged as a tourist who has never seen a city like London – to snap pictures of all the places that I visited. Instead of printing pictures I took for my travel journal, I decided to buy cheap postcards of the places I have been to and stick them on the journal.

Despite the attempt to be frugal, I had to spend on bagels because they are just too awesome. Nonetheless, doubt not that I will shed off some bad pounds besides gaining a balanced and healthy blood pressure because without a car, even an obese grumpy middle-aged man can get skinny, what more if I walk to every single place in London. I’ve walked to greet Mr. Big Ben, I dragged my feet to lay eyes on the Eye, I painfully strode all the way to nowhere, only to realise I was lost even with all sorts of maps in my bag. Sympathize not, though. I have had the privilege to taste Thai food from restaurants that are voted best in UK, and the food was scrumptiously flawless, to me.

The weather is awesome, period. Being an abnormal person who sweats more than a pig, I absolutely love the weather here. It simply makes me feel normal, and I don’t sweat as much anymore! Ah, the wonder of weather! Last night, I challenged the weather in a pair of knee-length pants, only to realize I will never beat the rain. It drizzled without warning and I had to hoodie-up myself like an Eminem wannabe.

That’s all for now. Tra-la-laaaaaaaaaaa!