What Gives?

So I'm guessing you guys were not very happy with my previous post. I get it. I have LOTSSS to work on... I got carried away, what can I say?

Now that we've put aside my spur of the moment declaration of love for feminine potential Korean baby daddies.. Today, I shall be picking on the point of parenting. Please note, before I begin, that I am not a parent (not that I quite intend to be one any time soon or in the future), I am NOT, in fact, giving you any form of advice on how you should raise your child, neither am I in any desire of taking the responsibility of your child. These are merely my two cents through my observations on how you treat your child, who seem like they could use a little bit more love/ affection.

Scenario One:
Somewhere on the sidewalks of a hectic (enough) steamboat restaurant. Family of 5 on the next table, baby chair included, child in said chair, about 3 and a half. Sudden loud "fuck you!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" from mother to child is heard. Child oblivious to meaning of words, but paralyzed by magnified volume of voice & by the possible punishments, retracts in silence.

Scenario Two:
In between crowds, a family of three, mother, son, and daughter. Mother and daughter are bargaining over an item that has daughter's desires. Mother not happy with what he hears, slaps her across the face, tells her to "shut the fuck up (diam 7, Malaysians you know what I'm talking about)" and in anger stomps away, leaving daughter to follow in silence with tears of embarrassment and absence of new toy streaming down flushed cheeks.

Scenario Three:
Screaming, tandrum throwing, thumping, kicking, shoving, child. Parent speaks over child as if blanketed by silence.

Scenario Four:
Screaming, squealing child, throwing cutlery of restaurant because child did not get desired toy. Parent, in effort to shut child up, buys toy for child, does so for many years to come, regardless of financial situation and price of toy. Just for the sake of shutting the child up.


My Two Cents:
While I, to a certain extent agree with physical punishment (none that causes significant injuries such as bleeding, bruising, scarring, etc), I absolutely disagree with the use of harsh vulgarities in the equivalent to a lion's roar, especially in public. You're probably saying/thinking: BITCH THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY I DO WHAT I WANT. My response: Er, honey, no. If it were as free as you so speak of, why are we still fighting for the rights to many many many things, one including child rights? Such as the child that evidently needs protection from you? Now you're probably gonna say: Bitch you're so smart, you raise this devil. To which I must again point out: If you see the title of this section, it says My Two Cents. These are my thoughts on the issue, if you couldn't read, then, well, I guess that kind of explains your approach on child raising. Also, you made the decision to take responsibility in raising a child, one who would, in one way or another, sooner or later, whether you realize it or not, be a person of contribution to the works of the world. It was YOU who decided to have this child, but I guess that responsibility of yours, of being a parent stopped and you fizzed out. Perhaps you got tired? You believe the child is "old enough" to know the things you have so easily taken for granted since you've attained adulthood. Or maybe because you clearly can't be bothered in raising your child to be worthy because you believe that yelling vulgarities, spoiling the child into oblivion, severely scarring the child is the way to go. Clearly, you hadn't quite thought this through when you agreed to have the child(ren)? Now, your child shall grow up, to become an exact replica of you, this will continue into generations to come, causing a deadly cycle of rude, selfish individuals of society, causing major tie severance because of the embedded qualities of superiority that gives way for unnecessary hate. And we all know what hate does to 2 individuals. Those 2 individuals then escalates to 4, 8, you know, the ripple effect. The outcome: an ecosystem of hate; WAR.

Still think your parenting skills are top notch? Think again bitch. You're starting/ continuing the vicious, poisonous universe of hate and absolute poor morales. Encouraging the injections of venom into this already lethal society. Congratulations, even if you don't support war in it's entity, you're officially a contributive member to war.

Fuck, this is why I do not want to be a parent. 

사랑해?

With the million thanks to a friend who revived my love for Big Bang (here we go again)*

*Disclaimer:
Please discontinue reading if you're bored with the Big Bang talk (don't worry, I totally understand)

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and KPOP now, I guess. Or even perhaps anything and everything related to that genre of things.. (See, I believe that KPOP/KDrama is a paradigm/universe of its own)
So, I've been collecting bits and pieces of KPOP items that I can stuff into my iTunes, looking up songs  and artists that I never quite gave a rat's ass about this time last year... And I've been impressed again and again. Well, then again, I am KINDA biased cause I am in that ER-EM-GEE-I-FUCKING-LOVE-KPOP phase now... But I am also quick in deciding what I like and don't like. I know when to close the tab or to continue listening to the song.. See, I'm not ALL that biased! (maybe?) haha.

RIGHT. Back to where I was.. Well, as I was saying, KPOP. Rekindled love. But in all honesty, I must say there is something special about them Korean bois that seem to keep bringing us back to square one: falling head over heels, smitten over one guy... or a dozen of them... If you invade my room at Soka, right now (and I say this cause I am not there right now) you will find a mural of myriad photos of Choi Seung Hyun 최승현 (yay attempt at Korean! did I even get it right?) aka TOP of Bigbang. What's worse is the never ending declaration claiming this superstar to be my boyfriend... But really, let's be real..

Ermm... where was I going with this post... RIGHT! So yeah. As if this obsession with TOP isn't enough, when I realized (I'm guessing sometime after the Alive tour) that 

GTOP

I mean, let's be real, how can one say no to all that ammonia on hair action which results in pretty much dead hair particles? I mean, who doesn't love a good unsolved murder case?

could really be a thing, that I thought GD was hot as fuuuuck (if you didn't already know, I blogged about it here.) HEY! HEY! Why is it wrong for me to like me some homoboilove when you find pleasure in girl on girl action? (Confession: not that I care for what they do together behind closed doors but heck I'd ship them *AHEMyay) But who can also forget Daesung's fine ass body! 

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though it looks like, possibly 1023218472891431206412 times sexier in real life.

YAY to tearing your shirts on stage! WOOP!

But I'm still not done... There's another reason why I'm talking about this... 

His name is Seo In Guk.

OH gee.

I think I just wet myself. 

Joke. But no, in all honesty, I wasn't crazy about him till I watched K. Will's Please Don't. Featuring my boy. Good job boy, well done! 

what has my life amounted to..? Good gracious..

You know, as much as you think I am insane for being THIS obsessed with KPOP and these boys, I think you've enjoyed nit picking at my ridiculousness that you've read, seen, and watched this much. If you think about it, you've spent a good deal in this post. ESPECIALLY if you've opened the links... You know, the blue colored sentences/words..? They're all links...somewhere...

Alright. I think I've been working on this post long enough. I hope it kept you all entertained and stuff. To my fellow Malaysians, Happy Public Holiday/Extended-long-ass-fuck-weekend! 

PS- HAAAA you just wasted over an hour on this post OOOORRR maybe not and I'm just trippin.

PPS- HAHAHA on the blue thing. You'll know what I mean if you clicked on it. I know you're dying to click it now. 

TEEEHEEEE!

now I know how Ryan Higa feels.

xoxo,

Kim. ♥

I Need A Tutorrrrrr!

Seeking: Native Korean speaker to teach me conversational & written Korean

Payment: I will pay you in glorious food items

Location: Soka University of America

Pretty please? :)



xoxo,
Kim. ♥

Mighty Migraine

Watched Les Miserables today.

Felt like crying from the moment it started till the end. AMAZING. But more on that another day...



I think from the double intake of BurgerLab yummies, mixed with weird sleep times, and dehydration, I have again fallen victim to the annihilation of migraines.

If you've never experienced one, I must say, I am real envious and do not wish this on ANYONE. It is one of the worst things ever. Not only do they make your head feel like vikings live in them and are pounding outwards from the tip of your skull, but (in many cases) you become extra sensitive to light, sound, and smell. Any of these or a combination of 2 or all can piss the vikings off BIG TIME (looking at this screen is just causing trouble). On top of that, you're teased. No, not the fun kind of teasing, more like the food you last consumed, edge toward the tip of your throat, closing in on your mouth, teasing you with nausea. Playing hide and seek, being indecisive, while asking you "do I go? No I'll stay. OKAY I'm coming! No I'm not." Fun times... Then you're all of a sudden forbidden to eat many foods and all you wanna do is drown yourself in water, drinking gallons upon gallons as you douse yourself in it.

What's worse is that your breath smells like the mother of all dumpsters. 

mm, sexy *rolls eyes -ouch-*

Alright, bed time.

xoxo,
Kim. ♥

Serene Saturdays

Mmm. Hi guys.

Today was pretty fun.

Spent some real quality time with some very special individuals.

The one with the face in window is one of them. 

Absolutely grateful.

xoxo,

Kim. ♥

Peanut Butter Corrections

Alright. So after listening and seeing all the crazy crazy CRAZY hype on myBurgerLab, I made firm confirmations of feeding myself with the heart attack disguised in a delectable shell of beefy awesomeness.

And so, jeng jeng jeng. (how enthusiastic...) of planning and plotting, scheming and sleeping (on the failed dates), I finally went! WHEE!

Boy oh boy was it awesome. I must admit though, that I got kinda frustrated just trying to find the place. Armed with the ambiguous directions given to me by Google Maps (and for those of you who know, Google Maps in Malaysia is whack cause 1, it is not updated, the place that is now a junction with traffic lights still is a round about on the map/instructions. 2, the step-by-step instructions are given to you with the assumption that you know the street names by the back of your hands). Pair that with non-existent road signs and hidden backroads, you get a blinking petrol light and major confusion.

Okay, then again, I wasn't driving slow enough to spot it and I was in an elevated car.

I noticed this only when I arrived at the destination that I had in fact driven past it a few times.



After waiting for a good amount of time picking out a burger to be later consumed, crowd watching (it was rather interesting watching the individuals and couples that walked in), and reading to kill time, it finally came my turn to stand up and wait in line to order and get my omnomnoms on!

I got the A+ 

with beef, mushrooms of sorts, swiss cheese, caramelized onions and the standard lettuce + grilled tomato they place in all burgers but of course, I had to, HAD TO add the jalapeños. It just added another burst of yum with it. 

But anyway, I also had to order for a friend, her Elvis 

which had Blueberry Jam & Peanut butter

credits to BurgerLab for this photo cause mine looked like a blob of poop.. 

Confession: I never in a million years could appreciate fruit/ sweet cooked with meats or any of that sort. But since my friend ordered it, I decided I HAD to try it. And erm..

Confession Part II: IT WAS GOOOOOD

On crack. 

So, after the omnom process, we decided to leave for another place cause it was only 7.30pm, there was still a huge line of people waiting to sit down and wallop their burgers and it was just too noisy in there. MyBurgerLab, I hope you guys are expanding soon haha 

Aaand we made our way to Food Foundry for dessert and a cuppa for a chat. Seriously idk how people find places like these. They're a dime a dozen but I have never hear of them till they're super duper famous. Even then, there's usually no guarantee. I feel so useless. 

ANYHOO(ters)...

Meet Pink Rose + Coconut Mille Crepe & Cheesecake

It was nice to just sit and chill for a bit, away from the frantic at dinner. Though I still don't get why some places allow smoking indoors (air-cond equipped or not, it's just nasty, don't you agree?)

Smiles & Happy Faces

This, my friends, is a really happy face. 

Happy Weekend!

xoxo,

Kim. ♥

Entitled

Just cause it's a weekend, doesn't mean you have to bust out your Sunday driving.

Just cause you're not in a hurry, on a Sunday afternoon, doesn't mean everyone else is running the same schedule.

Just cause there are two lanes before you, doesn't mean you can drive on the middle of it.

Just cause you see loopholes between cars, does not give you the right to jump in between the loopholes and cut queue. Get back in line, idiot. 

Just cause the person on the fastest lane is driving at 90km/h while adhering to the speed limit, does not give you the right to overtake from the right to the far left just cause you have a motorcycle. Regardless of whether you make it or not, you're prone to killing not only yourself, but everyone else around you. 

Just cause the lane is back locked for a right turn, does not give you the right to speed up to the front and cut queue cause you don't want to wait. 

Just cause I signaled to go onto your lane, doesn't mean you have to speed up past me and slow the fuck down when I am behind you. 

Just cause I signaled to go onto the next lane and you the same, does not give you the right to flash me (not even the sexy kind, my you) and honk at me cause you could not speed up and vroom vroom your way off into oblivion.

And stop tailgating me! 

I always feel compelled to write about the shitty drivers of my country whenever I'm home. Here is the January 2013 version of it (: 

Clean. 干净。Bersih.

"Anda semua berhimpun di sini kerana anda cintai negara ini" 

translation: "you're all gathered here because you love this country"

Today was the 4th Bersih rally. I decided it was high time I participated in fighting for the democracy of a country that I love with all my heart. I think I've told this to many when it came to discussions about my country: I love it but I hate the politics of it. It's the only thing pulling my country down.
In previous years, there has been immense violence at these rallies:
The first one included arrests of many foreigners who took part in the rally. That by the way were all planned to be peaceful and without intention of harm.
In the second one, they brought in the big guns (as in the government). Police forces barraged the rally (that was again meant to be peaceful) with tear gas and water cannons which even resulted in death and  lots of blood 
The third one, held last year, was a huge one which rendered huge crowds locally and internationally. It was also rather dirty where those who were supposed to be keeping and eye out for insanity and violence, were in fact, the ones causing violence. 
This year, it seemed a lot more peaceful. There were speeches in the stadium where the first yells of independence were heard. No violence of any sort from what I could see and where I was. Plus it was tremendously heartwarming to see the crowds filled with individuals of every race and religion standing, sitting and body waving, united in the same place to fight for the same cause. 
[It was also my first ever rally of any sort which was also an adventure for us- mom and I]

Unfortunately for me, while all this was awesome to be a part of, elections will be held in March which kinda sucks cause apparently one is unable to vote abroad. This saddens me a whole lot but eitherway, I hope this serves a purpose with a positive ending. No violence, with an improvement in politics & policy making.

On a whole new spectrum of the day, I managed to squeeze in some good quality time with some old old friends who I've not seen in... well, a long long time. It was really nice catching up with them doing

lipstick testing and window shopping

Later in the night, my family also visited an old dessert shop with some family friends and mind you, my family has visited this shop since my brother and I were really little. And I want to share this because of this one lady who works there. We've known her since our first ever visit to that shop. It may not sound very special but to the kids who'd gotten extra longan in their desserts without the extra charge and the warm welcomes, she's pretty amazing. Since we used to frequent that place, we've bonded pretty well. So, in the moment of being there altogether in the shop (as a family), I decided it best that my brother and I took a picture with her for keeps sake. Unfortunately, we never took a picture with her when we were younger so no comparison. 

she always exclaims at how much we've grown since she last saw us. 

I don't blame her.. I mean, our visits have lessened as the years increased.

We always still look for her when we get there though. 

It's possibly the best part of the visit, really.

All in all, I shall say that today was a success. 

Awesome. I've been needing one of those lately. No sarcasm.

Till next time.

xoxo,

your Chili Padi lover ♥

Down North, Up South

They told me you can't do that in a skirt. I did it anyway.
They told me you can't walk around without your bra. I did it anyway.
They told me "put your legs down, you're not a trishaw driver's daughter". I did it anyway.
They told me to stop burping in public. I did it anyway. Though maybe I should do it with discretion because of the food stench.
They told me I'm stupid. I guess they assumed cause they're older that they know more than I do, FOR SURE.
They told me I'm not a lot of things. True, you can't be everything, you can't do everything. But I sure as hell am doing what I can to be a better version of who I was yesterday.

Toe Numbing Shoes

I had lunch with my brother the other day... Shocking. Idiot caved 20 minutes after I told him I was hungry. When he didn't wanna move, I just sat there in silence till he initiated the leave for food.

KIM ONE, TRISTAN ZERO!

but when you tally up how many sodas I now owe him for calling jinx, I'm a total loser...

We both got a table that was located at the front of the entrance of the shop (it was in a mall so it's whatevs). Honestly, I was so hungry I was just chowing down the food like a hungry wolf. Suddenly, he nudges me and says "jie (sis in Mandarin), that lady looks like she's in pain from her heels". Later in the day, as I was driving, some DJ on the radio talked about Rihanna and Chris Brown then asked "why do girls do this to themselves? why do you guys let yourselves get hurt by going back to the person who hurts you?" or somewhere round those lines..

Well, why do we, you ask? Personally, I don't think I can relate to this cause you know, I never went through that. Actually, I did, when I was younger, that didn't count cause we'd make up literally a day after breaking up. -_- that doesn't count. ANYWAY, I think the answer here is simple (er, not to say I'm some expert in this case but erm, from what I believe to be the answer -and feel free to disagree with me cause like I said, these are only my two cents): First of all, it is this person who actually has the balls (quite evidently the disposable type) to ask you out on dates and take you places and shit. And being that they have a seemingly infinite amount of balls in their court, they take as many swings as they can, meaning, they're bold as fcuk. They ask you out, they say things that may or may not (ahem) play with ones heartstrings. Then, they actually take you out, making you feel special and being the girl you are, you play into it, not only do you overthink EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING, you also start falling for him hard. 

Fast forward it to the break up.. You're breaking up cause it was an abusive relationship. Er, mentally, positive emotionally and perhaps even physically. You guys spend most if not all of your time fighting and you guys' approach to it is make up sex. Post make up sex, you're still in the same cycle of fighting, arguing and maybe even the occasional lamp toss. So, after the multiple day-old-breakups, he's done. Wants nothing to do with you or the strains hat seems to come with you anymore. Not even sex can patch this back up. But you're so comfortable doing what you've been doing, that none of it matters anymore. Despite the battle scars and what appears to be a giant slit in your heart, you're still willing to try. Last time, last chance, please. He still walks. And no, we can’t be friends anymore, I’m sorry.

So now, here you are, with your scab, thrown back into the town of Singlesville with no rubbing alcohol or bandages. You’re still trying to come to terms with the break up. A month passes, you’re still air running your fingers over your phone keys, you stare at your iPhone, with the text page open, thinking if you should “hey, let’s talk” him. Three months pass, you’re still flipping through the photo album you never posted on Facebook, wondering if he does the same thing. One year passes. A year ago today, you watched him exit that door. Not a day has gone by when you haven’t thought about the relationship and him. Your girlfriend calls you for Happy Hour, you get drunk, next thing you know, you’re on the phone with him, you don’t know who called who but that doesn’t matter anymore cause you guys are finally talking. Last thing you remembered saying was godknowswhat but at the end of it all, you still wished you were back in that comfort zone of lamp tosses, screaming, and incessant disagreement.

So, to answer your question, I think it’s the comfort level established from the relationship that only comes with him. As much as he boils your blood, hey, there were good moments in there too. So even if you started anew with another, he won’t be the same as this one. Lemons will never be limes. Neither can oranges ever replace blood oranges. In the end, it’s the comfort zone that you ultimately yearn for. No matter how abusive, painful, or troubling, you just want it back. Just like those toe numbing shoes, you always find yourself at the check out with your credit card ready for the pair of heels that you know will do your feet and even posture no good. You love them, they make you feel on top of the world, the way he did when you were together. 

Once When We.

First of all,
the wrongness level of me liking a skinny, slightly more feminine guy and you liking bigger, burlier (and I do not in any way mean this in any mean/ negative way) is zero. We like who we like. That's just what it is. You could be just as attracted to some hot hunky guy who has clearly spent a decent amount of time in the gym every week. When you figure that after your interaction with this individual, he's just not all that you've had him to be in the first place, you could probably like the guy next door with the cute glasses and TERRIBLE haircut.


And seriously, as you do all of that, you could be ogling over

G-Dragon

oh yeah. see what I did here?

Pink hair, femininity. I don't give a hoots ass. 

Fcuk y'all for conforming to your socially determined norms.

Just cause he's feminine don't mean anything and you know it.

So don't you even dare go there. 

cause I mean, why wouldn't you? Joke. I get that he's not for everyone. But hey, I like em! and the more you criticize him, the more I like him. Not like that is any of your worries in the first place. Which has now led me to the main point of this post... just cause a guy is more masculine, doesn't add more credit to a person's value/ character. And to be honest, as much as looks may be the first thing we all see, they can be deceiving and it shouldn't be the basis of your feelings towards the person. I think we all know this by now, don't we?

Moral of the story: Please leave people and their relationship issues alone, unless asked. Just cause a person is 23, doesn't mean one needs to be in a relationship to "make it in time for marriage and kids" by their late twenties.

KTHXBAI.