The Toblater Story

A journal of 6 food loving, sweet-toothed lasses persevering the never ending quandary against the utterly fattening Malaysian delicacies. Under the guidance of 2 trainers with opposing modus operandi, these lasses contend for “The Biggest Looser” title over the next 6 months. Follow their compelling tales of forced diets, loathed workouts, amusing treacheries, inspirational insights, infectious gossips and all things related/unrelated to this trivial tussle of feminine, yet feisty vixens

February 20, 2011

Peer Pressure

The girls are all communicating via pingchat + viber and I am feeling kind of left out as my phone is not 'smart' enough. Should I succumb to the pressure?


But it's gonna cost me RM2k.


Should I or should I not?

February 13, 2011

Am I a dumb not-at-all blonde when it comes to retail?



I had a loveleh day out yesterday - the sun was out despite the weather forecast telling us that there was going to be a bit of rain during the day.

J and I went to Stratford-upon-Avon. Yes, W. Shakespeare's 'hood - his birth place, the home he used to stay, his wife's home in Shottery, place he was buried. You name it, everywhere you go, it's all about Shakespeare (and English tearooms!).





We took the 6.30am train because it was the cheapest option at 12quid return, which means we had to wake up at 4.45am the latest to catch the 5.30am bus to Paddington St. Mmg sah cari nahas, as what both of us said repeatedly to each other the night before.

Stratford was a perfect place to unwind after our hectic week at school (that's J, not me). The place boasts many fine and beautifully preserved Tudor, Elizabethan, and Jacobean buildings. The River Avon runs across the market town and since the weather was beautiful yesterday, there were boats going up and down the river as though it's spring already. But most importantly, there is a Crabtree & Evelyn Tearoom along Stratford's High Street for us to taste the warm scones, preserved jams and don't-count-the-calories-but-fat-accumulating clotted cream.





The day went by smoothly. We even squeezed in a bit of shopping at C&E and PT. If only we had more time because the shops there closed at 6pm, boohoo! We hurried to the train station to catch a train to London, with full confidence that we should take the 5 plus pm one (as what I checked from the timetable on the website earlier)and from there onwards, my so-called quick-thinking, sharp mind went down the longkang, even worse the garbage dump perhaps!

ACT 1, Scene 1 : At the train station

I : I don't know how to read the timetable J. It looks very different. Are we going to Marylebone or Paddington? (please recall the fact that I have looked at the timetable before coming to the train station)

J : We can get to Marylebone because our ticket says "London Terminals". Ahhh, there's one at 5.40pm. We'll take that one.

I : Ok, let's but I need to go to the toilet first *looks at watch*

J : Ok

I : Is it 5.45pm now?

J : Eh yeslah! I. we missed the trainlah dammit!

End

Lesson learned : I was so engrossed with C&E and PT's stuff that I forgot about our train. I should stop myself from going into retail industry if I ever need a job. I'll lose every sanity I have in me. Kahkahkah.

ACT 2, Scene 1 : Morrison

I : We should go to Morrison, jom? Sebelah tu je.

J : Let's

At Morrison, we ooh-ed and aah-ed at the groceries because it was cheap(er) than in London. We became makcik for the next 1hour - so we bought salmon steaks, tartare sauce, Innocent juice, crisps, Kopparberg cider sans alcool, 3 tubs of B&J, etc. Very the makcik. Period. Memang dahsyat!

I : *whilst paying* J, why is my card rejecting me?

J : Idk

I : *try 3 times* J, I think I forgot my PIN. I am dumb.

End

Lesson learned : Again, it's all about my issue on retail despite Morrison being a normal your day-to-day supermarket for groceries shopping. I was too excited when I saw B&J was at 3quid p/tub and they have ALL the flavours and Innocent juices for 99p. J, on the other hand was too excited to see her favourite rice crisps were in abundance and got herself 3 bags! The problem started at the till when my card was declined for 3 bloody times. Kesudahannya, I now have to contact my bank to unlock my card. I feel very very dumb for punching in the same PIN wrongly for 3 times in a row. My confidence level has dropped from 10 to -10 now. Hahaha

After that, we both left Morrison to the train station. I had to pay using my cc instead (bummer) and waited for another 40mins before our train arrived. and finally reached London around 12am.

I now have a bigger issue to solve - to sort out my card or else I am penniless for the next 7 days (because the banks in UK are not as efficient and effective as what I thought they should be). But I should be happy for these purchases right?



Who wants some?