EXAM RESULT DAH KELUAR

EXAM RESULT DAH KELUAR

And for that, I've got the heebeejeebies.

Whenever I think about it, my hands get really cold.

All I can think about is actually the moment I'll receive my exam results. Way to think forward, Eliana. The results should already be out by now. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I swear I'll cry a hell lot - good or bad, the waterworks are going to be bad bad BAD. UiTM's website server is surely overloaded with students trying to get access to their exam results right now. Cool, because I'm just gonna let them squeeze themselves through the server while I indulge in writing my blog. At least I could ease the heebeejeebies out a little. Yeah, as if.

It's gonna be the very last exam where my pointers will be accumulated. So, whatever my result is gonna be soon, then that's the result that I'll have to deal with upon proceeding with my degree. And to think about the e-mails I've been exchanging with people from Boston University, I get nauseous. Too ambitious, you say? Yeah.. i'd say the same thing too. But you see, there's nothing wrong with dreaming about studying abroad, right? I mean, some girl in Kampung Lubuk Kelimpan (wherever that is), might have sent an e-mail to Oprah writing about her obsession on Justin Timberlake and wanting to have the celebrity being fled right to her doorstep. That's not impossible, the girl was just probably trying her luck. So do I. Well, not that I've sent any emails to Oprah saying that I wanted to meet Justin Timberlake, but, y'know. Gaahhhh! What crap am I writing here?

Whatever it is, let's not burden our minds with that. Forget it.

I guess many of you could hardly hold your patience to read on the juicy details of my shopping splurges in London ( emm.. juicy ke?). But honestly babes, don't get your hopes too high. Things are so freaking expensive in Britain. So, with the strict backpacking budget I was on, I couldn't get my hands on too many stuff. Although not too many, but it's fairly enough to refrain myself from shopping for these first two weeks since I came back. Ehehe.

The stuff that I bought were mostly tops. Jeans are expensive. Take a m-o-t-o jeans from Topshop for instance. It's around £35.00 for one pair of jeans. Mad mad mad. I could get a jeans from Topshop in Malaysia for less than RM200. And don't even start about Diesel or Energie or Levi's in London. Those are totally out of the question. By the way, I once saw a Gap Khakis that was on sale, and it was only £10.00 at that time, however, I wasn't lucky enough to fit into it though it's a UK 6 - my size. Daym! Oh wait... there was also this FLAMING RED hotpants that I liked in H&M. I could fit perfectly into it. But it was priced at £14.99. For a pair of skimpy shorts? Totally not worth it. So.. bye-bye. No pants/shorts for me.

Therefore, out of all the madness about the ridiculously overpriced stuff in Great Britain, I only managed to grab these for myself:

These are what I got for myself besides the black patent peeptoe heels, a tweed beret, and make-ups which are not included in the picture. While the stuff that I bought for encikBF, untuk his and my family dan segala souvenir2 itu tidak perlu la gambarnya kan.. kan.. kan??

Olih kerna gambar-gambar ittew seperti ala-ala blur, I hereby include the individual images of the items. Feast your eyes...

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See? I told you. It ain't that much. But with the limited $$$ (or rather £££), I would say that I'm pretty satisfied with it all. What I can tell myself is to just be grateful for what I've got, especially to think that it all came from my very own savings. Asal shopping sudeyyy!!! Hehehe :D

ps: I'm planning to sell off that Body Shop Shimmer Powder and the Printed Tunic Top. The Shimmer Powder cum Highlighter tu is still plastic-sealed and obviously, still unused. While for the Tunic Top tu, still new and unworn but I've taken the price tag off. I'll inform the details later. So if ada yg nak, simpan-simpan la duit ok. Toodles.

HERE'S TO SHOPAHOLICS!!!!!

i am sick

I am sick.

Not sick as a dog. No, nothing like that.

But sick enough to make me laze around and think about nothing in particular. Sick enough for me to mumble everything in monotone. But I am having an ass for a throat so it really is hard to speak as usual. And I feel tired. I know I'm not really. But I am tired. Probably due to the ultimate mengada-ness of my body against the jetlag. I know i left London for like 15million years ago, (ok, a bit of exaggerating there. It's only actually 9 days) but the body still refuses to conform to Malaysian time. That results to me sleeping at 7am in the morning and wake up at 3pm - EVERYDAY. Hahaha.

And if there's a way, I would love to sleep throughout the week until Saturday so I could just wake up and go out with theBF. But somehow, I've got to realize that I cannot lose reality ground. Besides, I need to send the pictures of London for processing, because I have solemnly vowed myself to do the travel journal in the notebook that I forked out a hefty £6.75 for with the coretan-coretan of my London shtuff. Shite. I've never spent that much on a blank notebook. So I must do it to avoid myself from being so ferkin guilt tripped.

On another note, due to my ultimate boredom, I dragged Meen (yes, she came back to KL with me) out to KLCC 2 days ago. First and foremost, because I owed her lunch in Chili's for the bonafide hospitality that she has provided for me in London.

And guess what we did after that? We went to the 4th floor. And I entered one of the salons. Within 30 minutes or so, I was turned into someone else. Yes, someof you might have solved the oh-so mystery now.

I CROPPED MY HAIR. SUPER SHORT.

If you ask me, I'd say I look something like this:

Fresh look there, aye?

I'm lovin the every strand of it! Chopping off my mane is a big sacrifice to me. And for that, I opted a proper salon to do it. Saw Hair Salon did an extremely great job, nuff said. No regrets at all. The service was totally awesome. I have the Summer hairstyle now. So, yey.

*Do the NOODLE DANCE*

p.s.: The streamyx went mad, so my next entry might take a while to be posted.


another p.s.: alongariff, sila collect perfume anda. Jari-jarian ini sudah bergatalan untuk membuka kotak itu. Do contact me at 016-9708626 - before it's too late. Bwahahaha.


ok, i promise this is the last p.s.: i received some requests from you about posting an entry on the things yang telah dirembat di London. i'm like so malas, but... if there's really a need to post it up for the pleasure of my readers, then maybe I'll do it. Do you want it? Do you? Do Yehhh???

Anecdote to ebullience

An Anecdote to Ebullience

After staying for SEVENTEEN longgggg hours on the flight with transits in Dubai and Brunei, I'm finally back to the bosoms of my motherland.


My last 45 minutes in the classic black london cab that took me to Heathrow Airport was the most depressing part of my entire 3 weeks stay in London. But I tried holding my tears back by thinking how much I miss my family and friends back home. But you know it didn't work. I broke down into tears just as the plane was about to take off.


There isn't much stuff to say. You could tell that I am still thinking of London in every single minute of my life. I couldn't stop playing back the slideshow of the pictures I captured there. At times, I would open up my luggage, I took a sniff of my clothes, and reminds me the fresh laundry smell of Meen's house. I even refused to unpack because I didn't want the smell to vanish off. Before I go to bed, I would turn my ipod on and listen to the songs Meen and I sang loudly while we were having picnics in the park.

I am still searching for the right mood to start babbling about things again.

LONDON IS SERIOUSLY ORGASMIC!