First Postal Mail

This is the first mail I received in England. Congrats me!

Okay, the letter is from the NINO Office which I requested for the National Insurance (NI) number in order to get working permit in UK.

It is not even the NI numbers yet. It is just a form for me to fill up to acquire the number. In other words, I confirm cannot apply for the job that offered by University where the deadline is on 30th SEP.

In any case, I am pleased to receive postal mails. Haha. It is as if someone remembers me and send me something from Malaysia. I feel wanted!

In fact, I never even receive any mail back in Kuala Lumpur. Only from Google and university which asked for confirmation.


BTW, I still not feeling good. I am thinking should I sell the camera off or getting a new memory card which cost me freaking 12-14 pounds.

What’s more, I received a really bad news this morning. I feel so hopeless. Sigh.

"Damn Happy"

Today is a ‘fucking happy day’ for me. I went down to Birmingham to meet up with Ernest and also getting some stuff from him as well as buying some cooking materials from Chinatown.


Guess what?

The long await camera came without a memory card. I have no idea where it dropped or lost. Not even know it is in Malaysia or England. So how am I supposed to capture pictures? I waited for so long and yet I do not get to capture picture even I have the camera.

I got a hair dryer from Ernest as well. I was drying my hair this morning and half way it stopped functioning. Smokes coming out from the dryer. Great! This is the second time I use it and it is not even a day after I getting it.

I lost my customers because I did not get them the cigarettes as promised. Never mind, this is a small matter.


Isn’t it the world is kind to me? Instead of earning money, now I have to bloody spend EXTRA money to buy a new memory card and as well as a new hair dryer. Where the previous one I have not even pay yet. HAHAHAHA!

Last but not least! The university disallow me to apply for the job because I do not have a National Insurance number yet. While the NI officer told me I can apply jobs when I am still in the applying process. Now I lost my source of income as well.


I do not know what else to say... other than... FUCK IT!

How to Avoid Home Sick

There are 5 tips on “How to make yourself feel like at home and avoid home sick”.

1. Homeland recipe book. You get to learn and cook your own native dishes instead of having foreign foods every day. Every bite of the food brings you back the taste of your homeland.


2. Decorating your room. Those who are staying in hostel or renting a room, you can always decorate your room according to your preferences. It makes you feel homely. E.g. Flower stickers on the wall, poster, pictures of your family and friends.


3. Buy a lot of pillows. This will keep you warm as well as making you feel comfortable and safe. And a nice duvet does help as well.


4. Get to know the locals. Try making friends apart from you homeland friends. You may be surprise how much fun you might get. But be careful of who you are mixing with.


5. Keep yourself busy. Try finding something to do or spend more time on your studies. Since that is the whole purpose you went overseas. Read up some of the history of the place you currently reside. You will feel less alienated.


All the tips above are solely based on my own opinions. It may not be helpful for some people but there is no harm trying. Cheer mates!


p/s: I will be talking about Asian nerds in next post. =)

Home Sick

Pretty used to seeing people crying during their family absent. I am not heartless. I am just being realistic and accepted how thing goes. During my first moved, I learnt to adapt to the surrounding instead of hoping things change to your way. We are not babies and people have no obligation to fulfil your needs. So for those who are new... "Welcome to the real world!"

Speaking about my University, at last I took initiative to ask for all the required information for my course and settle down my rent. I was too laid back last week. At least it is all done now.

I have not been eating outside since I came here. A plate of duck rice cost £5.50, which is equivalent to RM32. How could I eat out there?? People just got pretty shocked when they found out that I can cook. If you are one of them, please do not. I used to cook during my first year in KL. It is not very nice but edible.

A meal that my flatmate and I cooked. It was 2 days ago. As for yesterday, a Punjabi Thai friend came over to cook us Thai food.

(Do not ask me about the pictures, I am not the one who took it!)

It taste pretty good but the portion was really small and there were so many of us. I wonder which part did the food went after falling in my stomach.

p/s: I will definitely learn how to cook Lasagna! Wait for my return! :P

Gathering in Stoke Campus

It is getting colder day after day. I think in a week or two, it will start raining everyday. That is going to be really boring.

The Stafford campus international students took a bus to Stoke yesterday night. A gathering of about 150 different nationalities from both campuses was held there. Stoke is much more happening than in Stafford. Sigh.

We given free dinner and later headed to a 'pub' called Ember Lounge. The surrounding is pretty boring and the music is dull. If they provide free liquor, then it would be different story.

I got to know few students in Stoke and I have no idea why are they so surprised with a Malaysian who can speak proper English. I was praised to speak fluent English, Mandarin and Malay which is so not true.

Things are going well these days. A week has just passed, one more week to go and I shall get started with my studies. It would be different by then…

In any case, I shall get ready to go to Beaconside, the Spanish guys' place for party. Hail the beers!

I got myself a Sony T-90 camera and it should be on the way from Malaysia now. Ernest will be bringing it over to Birmingham. If I am sticking to the plan, I will take a train down next week.

p/s: Thanks Alby for helping me to get the camera. =)

New International Friends

It was really good weather here for the first 3 days, bright sunlight and nice chilling climate. It was not as cold as I expected, it is just similar to the weather in Genting Highlands.

I think I am having jet lag, I have been consistently waking up at 3am/4am for all these days and that would be Malaysia’s 10am/11am.

Those who went England before told me you can never predict England’s weather. Now I am experiencing it. It was bright shining sun a moment ago, but within a minute it is dark and gloomy.

In other words…

England’s Weather = Women’s Mood.


The connection here is extremely high-speed. I am not sure if it’s because not many students are here in hostel yet or the connection in UK is simply fast.

I spent like 4.8 pounds for bus fare and had a Carling beer for 2.6 pounds in a run down bar yesterday. I guess it is a pretty good experience.

I got to know few international students here. All of them are guys, only a girl. According to the security guard, there are more female than male students every year but most of them are nurses, so they got a really messed up time table. I have not seen one up until now.

Late at night when I was about to hit the sack, they came over to my room and invited me over for booze. We had like 7.5 litres of beers and half bottle of brandy. Cheers mate!


p/s: Did I mention all my neighbours are Malaysians?

Google in Dubai

I had 3 hours break while waiting to get flight transfer so I took the initiative to online for a while.

As usual, the first thing I would do is open my browser to check on my Facebook. Then I got shocked! I cannot understand a single word. -_-

I find it interesting and so I thought of blogging about it... BUT...!

I do not know how to sign in to my blogger account. T_T

I forgotten which tab is the sign in tab, so ended up I have to blog about it when I reached UK.

It just a short and random update. Stay tuned. =)

Moving in Stafford Court

I have been sitting in the air plane for almost 20 HOURS including the flight transfer and delays. Starting from early morning in KLIA at 0200 (GMT +8) and stopped by at Dubai Airport 0400 (GMT+IDK) and reached in Birmingham Airport at 1220 (GMT) midday. Everything is happening in a day.

I guess for first day will always feeling a bit left out, getting into a new place where you do not know anyone or not even familiar with anything. Besides, it was weekend when I arrived, so the local students were back to home. As for international students, I will tell you when once I found out where they are hiding.

My room is a single bed room. Look pretty comfortable after putting up the flowery duvet cover and pillow case that provided by the University. It is a small room that well equipped with a single bed, wardrobe unit, and a desk top with chair, curtains, book shelf, waste bin, and smoke detector. Oh yeah, NO SMOKING in the room or anywhere around the hostel!!

It is located at the ground floor, which often becomes theft’s attention and having bugs control problem. Well, right outside my window are all greens and I get to see squirrel hopping around in the morning. Damn cute okay? It is quiet comparing to those rooms that facing the walkways. Anyhow, I am still thinking if I should get my room change… but let’s see who my neighbours are.

BTW, I do not have any neighbours yet. Basically I seem to own the entire block.

I have not gotten my SIM card yet so you can only contact me through online. At least I can online now, compare to yesterday where I am seriously stuck in the room all by myself watching drama.


p/s: No pictures are available as I do not have a camera with me. How pathetic, bare with all the words.

I miss...

I miss my family.

I miss playing mahjong.

I miss going to Ajimal, Kinrara and ABC mamak.

I miss Sri Petaling and Endah Villa.

I miss Poppy’s Garden.

I miss going to Michelle’s Paradise.

I miss my bunch of friends.

I miss Mok’s Crew and Drama Troopers.

I miss Nuffnang events.

I miss Pasar Malam on Tuesday.

I miss Ipoh.

I miss Shisha.

I miss Dunhill and Peter Stuyvesant.

I miss KL.

I miss my baby Myvi.

I miss her.

I miss… everything.


Haha, sound like I am dying. Lalala.

New Maison Night

I have never really posted any of my clubbing pictures before in the blog. Guess this is the first time.

It was a good night and we just decided to go clubbing. Since it was Ah Fai's birthday that night, I make a post about it.

Met Adele Chow there. She was with her bunch of friends.

Scandalous! What will you do Ernest Lee?! Alby is kissing your gf!

Lastly, Happy 11th 22nd Belated Birthday ELEVEN Lok!

I will definitely miss clubbing with you guys!


p/s: Ah Fai is not even in club with us! LOL.

Never Offer Bribe

This is a true story where happened to me last two weeks in Kuala Lumpur. The conversation is translated to English for international understanding.

Earlier I stopped by at the side of a petrol station to catch up with a friend that I’ve not met for months.

We had our talked leisurely until a police car appeared.

The police examined our identification cards and asked us to get down from the car to question us.

Police1: What are you doing inside the car?
Me: Urm, chatting with my friend?
Police1: Why must you chit chat in the car? There's a mamak nearby here.
Me: We just left mamak. It was noisy there so we can’t really talk.

He paused… and asked my friend to get back inside the car and wait. She followed as what the police instructed.

It continues…

Police2: Do you know that even you're a non-Muslim I can still bring you back to police station? This is a public place! *trying to be fierce*

I was like... wtf it has to do with me being a Muslim or in a public place? And what kind of attitude is that? I am not a criminal or got caught red handed with anything.

Me: We were only chatting. What is wrong with that? *trying to be nice*

He kept quiet. I guess he just failed to make me feel guilty. Then he changed the topic by questioning where do we stay, am I studying or working and the list goes on.

Police1: Do her parents know that you brought her out?
Me: No, her parents weren't around when I asked her out.

Police2: So you’re following us back to police station okay? Then call up to your parents to come over.
Me: Oh okay... but didn’t I tell you my parents are back in Ipoh? Perhaps you want them to come over? *grins*

He went speechless. I felt that he is damn frustrated already.

There goes again he repeated the questions...

Police2: Although you are a non-Muslim, this is a public place. If you want to do ‘something’ then go back home or book a hotel!

I felt that he’s testing my patience or this fucking police do not understand simple Malay language?

Me: I said we were only chatting in the car. What it has to do with going back home or booking a hotel room? Do you see us doing anything improper? Or is it WRONG to chat in the public?!

Police2: *Kept quiet*
Police1: Follow us back to the police station okay?
Me: Okay...

This is where I confirm something fishy. He seems to be hinting me ‘SOMETHING’.

If he really wants me to go police station can I even say no? Very obvious his question was… “Can you give me Raya Money? I would spare you from trouble.”


One of the police saw my friend keeps contacting someone. Apparently she knows a friend where his uncle is a high rank inspector. There he asked...

Police2: Who is she calling?
Me: A friend I guess.

They kept starring at my friend who is still on the phone and went into their car for discussion.

After a while, one of the police came out and passed us back our IC and asked us to leave. I bet they sensed that instead of getting money, they will get their ass in trouble.



When they kept repeating about calling family members and asking us to go to the police station, I can confirm they're waiting for me to offer bribes.

Well most people who afraid and do not want trouble most probably will just offer them money. But I did nothing wrong why should I be afraid and bribe these shit holes?


Hidup Malaysia! That is how we achieve 1Malaysia. =)