Life's short - Fly back home more often.

''Days like this I wanna drive away, pack my bags and watch your shadows fade.'' - Katy Perry.

Except that I don't wanna drive away. Or watch your shadow fade.

My version would be :
''Days like this I wanna fly away, pack my bags and fly back home instead.''

We might be studying, working, or just wasting our life away from home, but, indeed, there isn't a place like home.



I sat on my desk, my laptop filled with way too many drafts of the incomplete articles I have typed, deadlines  that are constantly haunting me, class tests that force me to burn the midnight oil-  evil enough to drain my strength away.

And, all of a sudden, these memories of my 4 year old cousin, Jean, dancing the PSY- Oppa Gangnam Style dance lingered on my mind. Blame it on the mellow music that's playing on my Ipod. Blame it on the gloomy weather that's clouding this area. Blame it on the stress that's constantly draining the heck out of me, each and every second.

Don't get me wrong. This post isn't about complaining about how much work I have.
I am not doubting what I am doing.
Everyone on the editorial board are working hard - drafting articles, compiling them, putting everything into place. That explains why I am busy. Nevertheless, positions come with responsibilities -No complaints. No excuses. JUST PLAIN HARD WORK.

''No one said it's gonna be easy. But it's gonna be worth it.''



I have a hundred and one memories playing at the back of my head - whenever I think of home. And I believe, you do, too.

I go back annually, and sometimes, I wonder if I should go back more often. I should. Maybe. Just. Maybe.

The best part about flying back after a long, long time : I get to be back home, sleep on my bed, wrap myself around my childhood memories. The familiar smell of granny's/mom's cooking - who wouldn't love that? Obviously, I don't come back often. Thus, I am treated like a million-dollar treasure. I am like, the princess of the house. I get more say. My brother gives in, and I rightfully own the TV's remote. Because I come back home once a year. Period.

The worst part : WHEN REALITY SETS IN. When I finally see it on their faces, in their eyes. How much all my loved ones have been through in that one whole year.
The sunken eyes, the extra wrinkles, the drooping eyelids, the eye bags. And they don't stop there. You see your little cousins all way taller than what you remembered they were. They used to be shorter than me, but now, oh, wow, they might prolly be 6 feet the next time I see them. That's an exaggerated statement, but, boy, they are really growing up way too quickly!

The very  fact that I have missed out so much in everyone's life - that's what that makes me cringe. Yes, I am so busy with my own life, 4000 km away from home, that I tend to forget how quick my parents are growing old, and how quick my little cuzzies are growing up.

Is that an indication that I should fly back more often? Definitely. Maybe.


While I am typing this post, I am thinking, if I should fly back home directly on February, or if I should go on a trip with my friends around India. It's my last year here, after all.

The best part about having your family is, you know you always have them. And they will stand by you, no matter what. It's even better when you finally get a chance to meet all of them after a long time, and all you see, all you experience, is complete JOY. Feelings that can neither be measured, nor expressed by words.  :D

Before I sign off, here's 2 short quotes from my 9 years old cuzzie, Jian, (he's 11 years old now) :


(Jian, in a conversation with my brother) :

Jian : It's okay, I wanna play with chea chea Kim (a word used to address a girl/sister who is elder than yourself) first. I can play with you anytime, but she's already flying off. So I play with her first, ok?

My younger brother smirked at me. I told my younger brother, ''see, he may be younger than you, but he's way better than you. You should learn to be more like him. You should love me more.'' :D

Sometimes, kids teach us things that we don't learn in class. Kids are amazing teachers. They really are.


(Jian while asking his mum when I will be back home again)
Jian : Mom, when is chea chea Kim coming back?

Jian's Mom: Don't know. You should ask her.

Jian : She said one year. She's lying, right? *And he started tearing up*

I swear I saw his eyes water.
That made my day. It really did.
I am blessed to have so many amazing cousins.

Hope to see everyone again in Malaysia and Singapore. Miss all the good times, and all of you  x

Ironic, isn't it? :)

“We need to teach our daughters to distinguish BETWEEN  

a man who flatters her, and a man who compliments her, 

a man who spends money on her, and a man who invests in her, 

a man who views her as property, and a man who views her properly,  

a man who lusts after her, and a man who loves her,   

a man who believes he is God’s gift to women, and a man who remembers a woman was God’s gift to man.”

—	“Yvette Elise Schultheis”

Happy Valentine's!

It's Valentine's again. Yes, again. Some hate it, some love it, bt it's just another normal day, isn't it? With extra roses and chocs.

Nevertheless, Im single and happy. Plus, today's SINGLE'S AWARENESS DAY
Frankly, being single is good. Gives me time to think abt lots of things. Have you realised that we don't normally treasure someone until we lose them? Example: If you have a toy, you won't bother abt it's existence. Until the day you lose it. And by that time, it's a lil too late, isn't it? My point is, we MUST treasure people around us. Love those who love you. And love those who ignore you :)


Just a quick tip-off on what we did on Vals' eve and on Valentine's
We had a Vals' eve dinner at Lakeview. Sizzling chicken steak with fries and mixed vege. Then we sent Shatiesh off at the bus stand. He boarded an 8 hour bus to Bangalore and a 4 hr flight bck to KLIA.


Im glad Malaysia ain't as huge as India. Less hassle to travel from one city to another. The point is, when a state is extremely far away from another, we tend to stay at where we are. We are somehow more confined to our own home, our own space. That means less travelling, and more of getting bored, right?

Im definitely gonna miss them, it's pretty quiet here. Most of them are back home. Home sweet home :)

Yes, I miss Malaysia. Even on Valentine's. Happy Valentine's!

Awesome-ness, love

LIfe's pretty decent here. The closest picture of life here is like waking past Jonker walk in Malacca. Or if you happen to stay in Kuala Lumpur, it's like the sub-urb parts of KL, where the old shops are located. It's pretty decent, this place taught me how simple, how awesome life can be. There's no shopping malls to brag about, no huge fast food chains to claim, no ice-skating rinks to skate. But there's a Subway franchise right in our foodcourt. The Sub of the Day costs 75 rupees, which is like RM5.25. And there's Domino's and Baskin Robbins around, so it's not that bad :p

There isn't an inch of regret coming here. I know I am far from home, far from people I love, people I miss dearly, but I like it here. Yes, for no apparent reason. Thr's lots of honking here, crazy traffic, and autos zooming past us. In fact, thr's a thousand reasons to hate this place, bt I somehow find a thousand more to love my new home.

Speaking about the food, there's loads of Malaysian food here. Teh tarik, nasi lemak, and even Chinese food too. It's awesome. 1 plate of chicken fried rice at Dollops cost 55 rupees; around RM3.85, bt it's twice/thrice the portion of what you get in Malaysia! :)

Classes are quite fun, so far. Dissection 4 times a week, 2 hrs per day. The smell of formalin doesn't kill, but it does annoy you the first time. And Im trying to get used to it.

Life's hectic. Classes, break, classes and it somehow becomes a routine. Where's my holidaaaays? :))
Yup, Im starting to dread class already, and it's a Monday tmrw. Have a great wk ahead, guys!

2012 miles. 3018 km. Ain't that far, isn't it?

Months passed since I last blogged. That's 1 of the lousiest sentence to start off a new post, isn't it? :)
Nevertheless, time has taught me not to rant about the past. About things you cant change. About; moving on.

Go to your uni/college, walk down the corridor, and you will eventually realise that we have a thousand acquaintances whom we say hi-and-bye. But to have a true, real friend who cares for you, is a blessing in disguise. People constantly walk into our life, leave a sweet memory, or, more often than not, leave a wound.

Yes, I would have agreed with you, time doesn't change a thing. Time heals, because we somehow, tend to forget about the past, and *POOF* WE MOVE ON.
1 month from now, and I wouldn't be busy checking for typos in my post, or bumming around the house. In short, I wouldn't have much time to spare after this. 2012 miles. 3018 km. Go figure :))

GENTING, I LOVE YOU!

Genting has always reminded me of my childhood.
The Rolling Thunder Mine Train, the bumper boats, the Sungai Rajang Flume Ride, the cycling boats. Even the bumper cars.

I laugh, I smile to myself when pictures of them remind me of being a little girl. A little girl with huge dreams. A little girl crying in a huge supermarket when she didnt get the doll she wanted so much. A little girl who loves cotton candies. Waffles. And Popcorns.

I smile when I see the Ferris wheel, the Dinosaurland, the Merry-go-round.
They are all kiddo stuffs, but I really want to ride them again.
Who cares if Im all grown up? Who cares if it all looks childish and snobbish? Who cares if u call me a kiddo?

The rides make me feel happy. Somehow.
The joy when we were once much much younger, much much smaller, much much cuter when we see the merry-go-round. That's how it feels.
We might be old, darlings. But we r young at heart. We still do act like kids at times. Thr's still a child in every one of us.

I just want one ride. And its all that matters.

The Snowland makes me smile. I laugh when I see snow. Its all man-made snow, but who cares? Its cold. It freezes your senses. It numbs your body. It simply makes you happy. It makes me happy :D
I promised myself I will play with real snow when I grow up. And I know I will. Soon.

I smile when I see the cable cars. How I wish the distance is much much longer from Gohtong Jaya to Genting. Seriously.

Cant believe I cried and threw tantrums when my dad said we are not gonna enter the theme park when we visited Genting when I was around 9. Perhaps I had a natural ability to throw huge tantrums. Perhaps my parents were lenient. Perhaps my parents got so bored of me crying non-stop.
I got in at last. And it rained 5 minutes after we got in. How awesome :D
That's how I remembered that moment. It stays. Felt like it got hammered right into my head. Cos it taught me to listen to my parents and forget about being so selfish. For once :D

I wouldnt forget about 'Ripley's Believe It or Not'. Wonder if they still have it. They did some awesome art using coffee on huge pieces of bread, had a gazillion collection of ties, and an illusion tunnel. Not forgetting the Venice Gondola. Gosh, the place was practically turned into a wishing well. There's tons of coins. Bet you did collect at least RM300 if u pick them up. One by one :D
Wonder why I like it?
Cos I spent awesome moments at those attractions with my 1 good friend. A good friend who taught me so many things. A good friend who showed me what love really meant. A good friend who will always remain in my heart.

Genting is always a place I love. The theme park, the cold atmosphere, the buzz.
Would love to go there again to spend some real good quality time with someone I love. With people I love.

And 1 thing I gotta try the next time I visit?
Hmmph... lets just see if they stop me from entering the casino :D

Happy Valentine's! :D

Its alrd close to 7 pm now, Malaysian time, on a lovely Valentine's day, and also the 1st day of CNY.

Had a movie marathon,
watched

UP IN THE AIR
DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE MORGANS
BLIND DATING
PENELOPE.

Up in the Air isnt all about George Clooney.
Personally like this one, tho. It gives you a fresh perspective of life. Of relationships. Of responsibities.
I gotta say he acted well. Gosh, how many guys actually act so gentleman-ly, really caring for her wife/girlfriend?
Go figure!

Did you hear about the Morgans, is well, subtle, yet, entertaining.
Blame me for liking Hugh Grant. Yes, darling, Im a huge fan of his. But, trust me, his witty humor wont let you down.
He is a lovely Briton, definitely.
Sarah Jessica Parker's awesome, too.
Frankly speaking, his role in the movie is a good example of what men should be; funny, responsible, nice... with a touch of sarcasm :D

Blind dating's a lil dry at first, yet, its plot's pretty good. Very few movies focus on cultural difference. Its about an American guy falling in love with an Indian girl. Sweet.

Watched Penelope today, on Valentine's.
Thumbs up. It's really good. It's not all about breaking the curse. Its about finding ur true love.

And one thing the movie Penelope reminded me of?
That Im still waiting for that Mr. Right, that Mr. Darcy who plays piano.
I find guys who play piano sweet. And attractive.

Happy Valentine's, mates! And ve a roar-ing NEW YEAR :D

Gonna dream about Mr. Right tonight! xx.

RANDOM-NESS

Finally,

now tht I could

breathe the air of relief.
Officially log into facebook and stalk some of my old friends. Yes, darling, it spells old.
Have a good lonnggggg sleep.
And sit down on my comfy couch to post a new entree on my blog.

Phew.

And this is also the ''PERFECT'' time

where I fall sick.
Where classes are gonna begin in less than 6 days.
Where my head throbs, credits to the mild headache that I have.

Maybe I should tarik balik the ''Phew'' that I typed.
This isn't a sign of relief, after all.

Nevertheless, I managed to catch the FIFA WORLD CUP TOUR last week, and that's all that matters.

I didn't want to purchase 2 bottles of Coke, get the proof of purchase, which entitles me for a spin at that silly wheel?

Lugging 2 HUMONGOUS 1.5 L COKE BOTTLES?
*GASP*
No way!
Thr's lots of shopping to do.
THR'S NO WAY IN THE WORLD IM GONNA WALK AROUND THE MALL WITH THE BOTTLES!

Well, well, as usual, I didn't listen to my inner thoughts.
''Ah, nevermind,'' 2 bottles weigh around 3 kg nyways.

''IS IT THAT HEAVY?'' I asked myself.

I queued up, bought the 2 bottles and spinned the wheel.

Thanks to that dude that was in-charge of the tickets, I got one.
Geez, A TICKET TO SEE THE WORLD CUP TROPHY.
It was supposed to be the REAL ONE, but of course, they always say ''VERY CLOSE TO THE REAL ONE'' , which prolly means it isn't.

Up I went,
and I definitely had a blast there.

Free COKE
awesome games,
AND THE MOST AMAZING THING WAS I TOOK PICTURE WITH JEN.
Gosh, he's CUTE!

Of course, the 3-D movie was fantabulous too!
The 3-D specs was like a cool accessory!

What was the funniest part?
The makcik that was standing beside kept waving her hands when the sparks flew past us ( lol tht's wut u call 3-D, makcik) :D

Oh, they even allowed us to take picture with the trophy.

SPEECHLESS.

And 1 lesson I learnt on that day?
When in doubt, DO!

Who knows, luck might just be knocking at ur door! :D

P/S: 2 bottles of COKE is heavy, darling.
Especially if u window shop and walk-non-stop in that HUGE mall from dawn till dusk!

Where is the dislike button when I need it the most?

Its been a day and 5 hrs since I first stepped on uni grounds in 2010.
29 hrs, to be exact.
And I miss home. Terribly. Horribly. Crazily.

Im usually very much independent, but not this time.
Frankly, I dislike it here. The feeling of coming back and having to live in the air polluted with I-see-ppl-studying-24/7 isn't a great feat, afterall.

Barf.
Plus loads of undone assignments, not loads, but yes, undone assignments make me gawk at the sight of them.
Ay, at times I feel like screaming,''shooh, I NEED A BREAK!''

Nevertheless, classes gonna commence this Monday, which is barely 48 hours from now.
Uggh. I dont fancy classes. Afternoon lectures, I meant.
DISLIKE. DISLIKE. DISLIKE.
And tht makes me wonder y FACEBOOK DOESNT HAVE A DISLIKE BUTTON.
Ay, we aren't doomed to always LIKE one's status, are we?
:D Yes, darling, Im referring to my blog's title. DISLIKE BUTTON :d

Come to think of the guards or whoever it is who will cut off the bloody connection at 12.00 am sharp pisses me off, more.

Yes, that's why I would love to go back home, too!
I miss MELAKA. Period.

Lots of love,
KIM. xx.

2010. New Year, New Resolutions

I woke up, had chicken rice for breakfast, and packed my stuffs for the bus station, to come back to uni.

Yes, tht's wut I did for the 1st day of 2010.

And nw Im having dinner for my dinner/supper, to rep things up on the 1st day of the year, besides rushing to finish this post! Phew!

Nevertheless, I hope to do well this year, meet more people, learn more, and secure my seat in MBBS. Ay, yes, I would love to go to India, by the way. One exotic place, AI bet! And the spices and the rhythm. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I sppose :D

And at the meantime, Im gonna
SPEAK LESS, THINK MORE, EAT LESS, CHEW MORE, HATE LESS, LOVE MORE,
and ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE IS YOURS!

Lots of love,
KIM. xx :D