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It is bloody 3.30am here and I am wide awake.Right next to me is a snoring black cat.Upstairs is a snoring bacon.Both snugly covered.

And it is still bloody freezing.

I do not know why,but I am watching the free Playboy channel one,which seems to only come alive after 10.It is bizzare to say the least..but still hilariously funny to see them cover their ‘privates’ below with everything imaginable,hair,parts of building,other body parts..as this is not technically porn,they dont want to show it all do they?The chinese equivalent of ’sum khup’ or level 3…which is everything but the ‘privates’.I think the same is in Japan, no?I’ve noticed that I’ve readers visiting from Japan..comments?

On the topic of readers, I have also noticed that I have a steady reader from Austria..hello there.It’s nice to know that I am at least getting some readers,so can the mystery reader email me at lunablissuk@gmail.com? Well, you dont have to if you dont want to..

Okay,I am whoring for emails and I am blogging about Playboy channel and porn in general. It’s the cold I tell you, the cold!!

Christmas here is characterized by the numerous christmas fairs or ‘fayre’;marketplaces catering to the christmas shopping crowd. Imagine Hari Raya, Deepavali and Chinese New Year all falling on the same day.Now,imagine the crowd that would rush to the usual shopping places like the Golden Triangle,Midvalley,Petaling St and Masjid India. You get the idea.

I love all sorts of fairs that are held in Europe.I trooped over markets/fun fairs in Paris,Luxembourg and Brugges and I loved all their fairs…but being Spring fairs,it’s more of a ‘fun’ fair rather than serious selling.

Yummm…pretzels

Sipping his mulled wine…tastes like rancid wine…eew

Potato porn?

Cheh…It’s actually pan fried potatoes

Kick my cheese all the way back to Holland..

Cute factor christmasy choccies…yummm

Fruits never looked so edible..

I love my fairs….miles different from the yearly Pesta Pulau Pinang that I was put through when I was a teeny weeny..

The past few days have been filled with newspapers and the news screaming out that George Best is dead.

For those that have no idea who George Best is, he’s one top footie player..the best that Manchester United have ever had the opportunity to field. Yes, miles better than *that* other player. In fact, George Best even said that he wished Beckham played as well as he looked.

On my way home from Manchester last Friday, I stopped over to the home of Man U at Old Trafford

International TV crews were swarming the place,mingling with crestfallen fans bursting out in tears. All this for the greatest football player the UK ever knew.

The badboy of footie has been known to party all night and turn up in a match half hungover.’Blessed’ by an endless row of girls on parade, his weakness was the one thing that footie is infamous for…the after and the before of a game spent drinking.The after and the before eventually turned into all the time for this heavy drinker who eventually lost his battle with his kidney

”It is on a bizzare note that England’s biggest drinker passed away the day that England’s pubs are allowed to operate 24/7”

Disclaimer: I do not know anything about football…all corrections welcomed.

I’ve always preferred cutie dogs to cats…esp those as cute as YC’s Luna.

So it’s with trepidation that I moved in with a black cat.However, he has been suprisingly pleasant,very cuddly and adorable. There is nothing he likes more than cuddling up between me and Simon in bed,like three pigs in a blanket.

He likes staring outside the window, looking for his next prey. This hunter of a cat has brought back numerous little critters over the years. I can’t say I am proud of it,because I think it’s the single most disgusting thing to be killing teeny little critters.

This spoilt little pussy has numerous toys to play…and I must say that I’ve spent hours teasing him..

Now, where did that mice go?

Hehehe.At that moment,I thought it was funny.Tets was completely confused.But it’s ok cause it’s a toy and it was actually quite a cute one.

Yesterday night was football night, so this little housewife was home alone at night whilst Si froze in the stadium. As I sat tickling Tetley, he suddenly decided to scratch me….and of course I screamed and told him to buzz off and that we are no longer friends. I then popped into the shower…and as I was comming out, I could hear him meowing nonstop in a owl-ish fashion…which was very very strange. I thought I had accidently closed the kitchen door,and he can’t get outside.

I hurried downstairs and found nothing amiss.Taking his meowing as an apology,I sat him down on the sofa and tickled him and even fed him his favourite catnip.

Our clothes were drying indoors, and Tetley suddenly decided to play hide and seek with my bra.I was quite confused…and then I found this under my drying line..

Oh gawd. Initially,I thought it was the toy mice..and then I noticed that it was a little too big.So, like any self-serving girl should do, I screamed. And then I tried ringing Si,but that bacon left his phone at home,so I could hear it ringing from the porch…which misled me and I thought he was just opening the door. It was actually in his jacket,but he got home a minute after.

He found the whole incident quite cute and amusing..grrr.He is of the opinion that the cat was trying to make peace with me from his scratching.

I really hope I wasn’t the cause of the poor mice’s death.

…And I’m not talking about beer either.

This is the first time that I had to put up with subzero temperature..and I don’t mean subzero the blue alcopop.

Why am I going on and on about alcohol?Well..It’s amazing that I have yet to have a proper pint ever since getting here about a week ago.Only one visit to the pub and that’s for food.Maybe I’m getting an alcohol withdrawal symptom,not sure.

It’s about an average of 0 deg. celcius to -10 here,depending on wind factor.I still find it amazing to wake up to iced windscreens and blades of grass standing on ends like it’s icepops or something.Hey,stir one into your coke and you get iced coke!No need to break ice in,you’re ready to go!

The past week have been a beehive of activicty for this housewife. Just cleaned out the room (at last!) and cleared the kitchen enough for it to passably qualify as a kitchen and not a camping ground.Going to unpack at last..been living out of a suitcase for the past week,which is quite painful,seeing that most of my goodies are still burried under my avalanche of clothes.

Shopping on Wednesday went ok - considering that 1.I am a girl 2. I have an excuse to buy a brand new wardrobe.Came away with a tweed coat,two jumpers, mitts,gloves,a scarf and a hat.

Interview of the Very Serious job on thursday went ok..but not that keen on it due to it being a 3 day a week job,which means my salary will be slashed to almost half.Couldn’t hear much for most of the interview due to me walking around Sheffield for half an hour before the interview = frozen ears.Hat would’ve come in useful..but me in my suit and nicely bunned up hairdo would not allow for it.

I miss my lunabliss shareholders…but dreydrey’s probably having a monster of a time in Austria and Sher having loads of fun in Cambodia..miss you girls…Saturday is just not the same without our bead buying spree and the bitching session after..:(.

Going to clean the house up a little more..wanting to leave my mark by peeing at all four corners.We got WiFi in today,so here’s hoping that by next week I’d have a space to work out from and would be able to upload my gazillion of pictures.

I’m trying to blog, but tetley’s on top of me and refuses to get off…will do a proper post later..

Just a note to say that I’ve safely arrived in fookin freezing England…0 deg celcius yesterday night.Brrr….

I like my housewife lifestyle…going for a bubble bath now..ta!

another in the KLIA series!

YEs, still amused with the hole in the wall PC.And yes, still same flight,destination,clothes ect

Only difference? My check in luggage is 37kgs with my hand carry luggages adding on another 15kgs.

The power of pussies.With minor persuasion, the counter check-in guy allowed me to check my elephant of a luggage in without any addtl. charges..which would have amounted to RM1480. Even though the flight’s completely full. All he asked for was for me to remove a couple of packs of instant noodles.I love being a girl

See y’all in Leeds…Im missing everyone already..

A goodbye posting from work…Doubt that I’d get much blogging done before UK.

Funny,I’m missing this place…I guess three years does this to you…

signing outtt….

It’s the small little things that makes me realise why am I moving half way around the globe for a slice of bacon.

He is on a perpetual lookout for Malaysian and Thai takeaway places…especially those advertising tomyum.

He researches the best cellphone plans for me…and is tasked with the duty of providing me with a number before I leave KL on Sunday
He treats me to beautiful bouquets of flowers…and prepares MY orange to keep me on a choc high

He happily tag along for my corset and lingerie buying sprees

He makes like a housewife and cooks

I know I say this too much, but this guy is very “tai sek” (deserving of love)

Here I go again..

I hate packing.Especially when you are trying to fit an elephant into a suitcase.My suitcase looks like I’m running away to a third world country, not from one. With the amount of foodstuff and nice clothes that I’ve managed to squeeze in, it’s like as if I will never see nice clothes and chilli sauce again.

Bits and pieces of good news abound re my impending move. Next week will be a beehive of activity, with sis in law taking Wednesday off to bring me shopping and Bacon taking Friday off to take me shopping. YAY! I soooo need a new winter wardrobe.And shoes, and shoe racks, and chairs, and food…

And Thursday will be interview day, where this little madcap is due for an interview.Job Description? A Very Serious Law and Order managerial job. MOuhahaha.Damn scary..I’m shaking in my knickers.

More good news abound today. Another office nearer to Morley is also going to be hiring my kind of Very Serious Law and Order managerial person. Which means that I potentially have another interview if I do not get the first Very Serious Job.

Had my haircut yesterday. My crazy of a hairdresser does not believe that I have a Very Serious Law and Order job, and keep insisting that I am that sort of girl who is more suitable for a creative line. He can’t imagine me chained to the office 9-6. I think I might try selling vegetables for a change and see how creative I can get with that….

ANyway…

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