Shortened Saturday

Cause many say my posts be too long

Forget Friday Mistaken Thursday

I didnt realize I didn't post the message yesterday.. so here's both of it! Sorry!!!

A Conversation

Be true. 
Play your role. 
However you define it to be. 
But what IS my role?
I can't tell you that fore sure. 
But what I can tell you is that it's lies within your core.
So, I'm supposed to already know my role?
Yes. Inherently you already possess the understanding of it.
In that case, then why can't I properly express myself and carry out this role?
That's because it hasn't fully manifested itself yet. You're still in that process of being able to! 
That still doesn't quiet help. How can I get to know what my role is faster?
Well, sweetheart, we all learn it at a different pace. Some know it from a young age, some at a much later time in life. Everything that you are experiencing now is vital for your growth and change toward the role you are meant to play!
Must I go through this process?
Sweetheart, if you look back at some of the clothing items you bought when you were 10, do you think you would still buy it if you walked into a store and saw the exact same thing?
Well, no. But then again, I do have clothes from that time that I'd like to re-live.
And why do you think that is, that you would re-live some of the old clothes?
Maybe because it was something I used to hate but would now flaunt? Because it makes for a pretty darn good story.
Exactly. 

Written Wednesday

Academic writing in my opinion has not moved from the traditional and thus making it more complicated to understand and for the most part, perplexing. Just my two cents.

Thankful Tuesday

Restores my faith in humanity and that there still are great people out there

Stopping Monday

Often times we get so carried away by all the insanity that we forget to breathe. If we're not doing something, we constantly feel the need to be distracted by anything else just so we're occupied with something. I think it's time we detoured.

Quiet Tuesday

What dyou think? 

Dyou agree that there's too many holidays? While it is wonderful to have days off, it can be counterproductive to keep being absent from your work. No?

Mellow Monday

A Day In The Life

So here's what actually went down yesterday.

I woke up to a stuffed nose. Hooray! But was taken to breakfast with the parents. So that was kinda nice. Ate some not-so-tasty noodles but my tummy was filled, so that's good! Upon arriving home, I decided it was a good idea to just lie down and take it easy. So I set up a cove (and did not take a picture, what a dummy!) and watched

I needed something that had no intentions of leaving me mind blown, so this was just what I needed.

So much laughs! That was all fun and it allowed me to just fall into a nice brief nap. I say brief cause mom started yelling at me to get ready to go out. Ah, mothers. I changed into something better and headed out for a late lunch with mom. We did some grocery shopping and after running across the entire mall, I ended up staying even longer for an impromptu dinner.

My dinner was nice and chill, with the other person checking the phone a lot (for work, poor thing so hard at work on a Saturday). Then it was home time to soak my feet in a nice ginger & lavender concoction in attempts to rid my body of the ick I've been feeling with the flu. Before I knew it, it was almost midnight and my body was already pretty exhausted so I headed to bed and knocked out like an amateur in the boxing ring. 

Just another Saturday in the life of mine. Paired with a stuffy nose, some Vicks inhaler and lots of tissue paper. But I also noticed there were a lot of interlocked fingers at the mall and so many love confessions on social media... 

Serious Saturday: Vday

One Billion Rising: we're standing for violence against women. The violence includes emotional, mental, and physical (both sexual and non sexual) abuse of young   girls, teens, women. The violence involves women circumcision, stigma of women, the oppression of those who want to express themselves freely through fashion. The violence is a mother protecting her child, getting beat up by the man who wants to rape the little girl.
Please join us all as we stand for those whose voices are being muffled.

wwe.onebillionrising.org for more details and to rise with us.

Speechless Thursday

When I was in college, we'd have a day of silence in honor of certain incidents that occurred across the globe. Today, I've decided to do one in honor of those whose voices have been silenced forever, and for those who still are.

Wednesday Wonders

are we being too shallow in looking at life? I' beginning to think so..

Tuesday Talkshow

Cuz he's on my Twitter and he recently talked about his youngest child.

Note: 26 year age gap with wife number 7 :) Sorry!

Hoy, Te Pensé

Hoy, te pensé.

Pensaba de tus palabras.

Tus promesas,

Creía en ti 

En nosotros. 

Pero estaba ciega,

y estúpida

ya lo sé.

Monday Madness

A slightly lengthier one but I thought it fitting to do so for this one.

Saturday Sleepyhead

I woke up against my will this morning but if I  didn't, my body would hate me for the rest of the day. So its a good thing I guess :)

Fabulous Friday

As Rebecca Black belted out 4 years (wow, it has been that long) ago, it's Friday, Friday!

Thursday Thought

Friendship. Here's how I define it:

This was posted on my phone!

SUCCESS! :) 

Also, I'm posting this as I'm making breakfast :)
I'm one happy camper. 

Long Overdue: Rain

Up until recently, the rain in KL was rather crazy. There were times when I was stranded some place because of the incessant rain that felt endless. You wouldn't hear a complain from me if that happened! :)

For I've always loved the rain. As a teen, while waiting to be picked up from school (this is HOURS after the last bell), I'd wait in the shade alone (now that I think about it, I'm amazed at how it was ever not okay for a young girl like me to be sitting there alone) until there was rain. When the little droplets would say hi, I'd wave back. When the teenage bits would arrive, I'd still sit and wait till it was pouring heavy before I made my entrance. Clad in my uniform, hair still in my ponytail, I'd slowly edge my way into the rain and the take a short stroll, until my vision could no longer carry the strong meteors that hit my face with much gusto. Anyway, I love the rain. Ever since I could remember, rain seemed to engrave some rather memorable moments in my mind cloud.

About a few weeks ago, there was a flu/cold bug that seemed to have attached itself to many (myself included). At the time, someone I knew texted me about how the drop in octave of his voice would make it rain harder every time he spoke. Rather amusing chap. But then again, it wasn't all that curious to me, because when I read that message, it took me back to when I was in primary school, little seven year old me, who sat quite near the back door of my classroom (the doors are always open by the way). I recall so vividly the environment that would fly by that open door. Especially when it rained. For some funny reason, I used to think that the rain would come whenever I felt upset. It seemed to me that when I was sad, the rain would visit, and when I was morose, it'd rain cats and dogs as a reflection of my emotions. The same way in reverse, the rain would subside whenever my mood was elevated.

Odd coincidence? Perhaps. While, fast forward to today, that definitely isn't the case, I'd still like to think of myself of actually having that ability at a young age. Young at heart, definitely, I am not even shy to admit that I am still clinging onto that spirit now. I don't think that part of me will ever "grow up" or grow out of that. A figment of my childhood imagination, it is these memories that stay with me for a really long time.

Oh, and as for another memory that rain has etched into my brain, was when I was 18. I was leaving college, walking out of campus, when I heard the rain. As I turned my back to see the direction in which it was heading, it was actually charging towards me from the campus building, like a bull in the ring, furiously. "RUN!" was all I could think of. But boy, what a sight to behold!

Yeah, I love the rain.

Love,
Kim

Wonky Wednesday

I think I need to make a determination to be up before sunrise. 

I really wanna sit at the dining table with a nice cup of coffee and breakfast with my parents to kick off my day..

Seeking Refuge

There's something rather serene about this picture that I really love. This was during our Senior trip, when we thought we had time to spare in taking a short break before regrouping with the rest. We detoured and decided to stop at this empty area and take photos. I think I was taking a picture of a lady bug when this happened. 

Photo credit: Jin Seonmi

Flipping through my old photos I'm suddenly reminded of the people who were once significant to me but no longer is a part of my life. I'm suddenly recalled of the moments that seemed so precious, yet now has been dumped into the folder of fleeting moments that hurt. Looking at this photo, I feel a little sad for the me in the photo. As if there was something bothering me, yet, I'm trying to distract myself from it by focusing on the lady bug. On the other hand, there's something so comforting about this photo that allowed me some leeway to running away from whatever that was bugging me. So I guess, in that, I take some sort of emotional refuge. 

Also, I think it might also be the fact that I miss having red hair.