1am on a Friday night and I’m blogging

I’m on the laptop, while my sister is on the computer with its not-so-quiet CPU fan, and writing about it reminds me of its noise. Funny thing about noises: when you try to ignore them, you’re reminded of what it is you’re supposed to be ignoring and then you become annoyingly aware of the noise. Same can be said for lots of other things. It’s 1 yet I’m still awake, sleepy yet still not asleep, probably out of habit.

Collected my medical checkup results, declared fit enough to go to the UK. The UK, everyone has been asking me when I’m leaving. 15th September. I can probably say it in my sleep by now. Second favourite question, how has preparation been going. Well I’m the kind of person who packs last minute. Sure, maybe I’ll have a towel or two, some socks and misc items placed nicely in the luggage a few days before. But the bulk of packing would be done the night before.

Okay, enough talk of UK, it’s making me jittery. Do not want to be jittery before bedtime.

I baked yesterday, a very rare moment in my life, would not have happened without the prodding of my mum who decided during lunch that I should bake that afternoon. So she took out the ingredients for the cake, and then left me to spend a surprisingly fulfilling hour in the kitchen. But nah, baking really isn’t my thing, I’d rather cook. Getting all that doughy gunk in my hands, and all that washing up.

I took photos, but my camera’s upstairs, I’m downstairs. Walk up to retrieve one measly photo? Nah. The photo will have to wait.

Oh, over summer I’ve realised that behind the wheels, I am not me. Especially when driving alone or with my sister, I have slight road rage tendencies. “You stay there, lady” “Hoi, you’re not supposed to turn” How very unlike the normally mild-mannered me *meek smile*. Now it’s gotten worse, I’d be in the passenger seat with my mum driving and occasionally the odd road rage comment would crop up, albeit a lot more toned down. And it’s taken a lot of courage to admit this, but throughout my history of driving, the two incidents where the car was scrapped was with stationary objects. Stationary objects. Not scraps with crazy, possessed drivers turning out from nowhere. Not because I was speeding. Both times were actually when I was going into tight spaces, at significantly reduced speeds. You know the thing with having accidents with other vehicles is that you could perhaps place some blame on someone or something else. With stationary objects, you have no one to blame but yourself. Food for thought.

Speaking of food. Mmm.. Lots of eating to be done. Laksa in the morning perhaps, if I wake up in time. Which judging by the time I’ll be sleeping… Hmm.

Post-sugar buzz

I’m buzzing.

It is kind of annoying, I want to sleep but my body has a serious intolerance towards caffeine and perhaps sugar. The last few times I went out with friends at night I thought “whatever, I don’t care I’m ordering tea”. Bad idea. This time, I ordered an Ice-blended Chocolate, conveniently forgetting that cocoa has some amount of caffeine in it. Plus the drink was really sweet, it tasted like store-bought-brand chocolate ice-cream.

And that’s why I’m buzzing, I think.

I don’t know if it’s just that I have bad taste ordering drinks or the places I’ve been to just don’t have decent drinks or I’m picky. I’m just about to give up hope on having a decent cup of chocolate in Kuching when I suddenly remembered Hilton’s Cafe which serves really nifty hot chocolate that consists of steamed milk and rolls of dark chocolate on the side which you’re supposed to stir in. Yes, must go there before I leave Kuching. Plus, the price is about the same as those trendy watering hole places but what you get is so much more worth the money and calories.

Oh I love going to places where they serve tea in the pot and I’ll have an English Breakfast tea with lots of milk and a bit of sugar. But it is kinda weird having it like that, macam so auntie, or so I think. Actually, any nice cup of tea with milk is nice, whether it’s local, Hong Kong, Indian… Green tea’s nice too.

Wow, I ramble a lot when I’m buzzing.

And suddenly I’m hungry and thinking of food I can’t get. Like authentic kolo mee, laksa, char sieu bao, Teh C peng special (the real one, not ciplak one), cha kueh, grilled fish.. Ok maybe I should stop. No more rambling. Yea, stop.