Reminded Thursday

Have you ever waken up and understood that you woke up hours later than the actual time?

I woke up today thinking it was 8am when it was already 10.30am. Apparently my friend who is visiting, turned my alarm off before it blasted (every single time it rang) and so I basically slept through the alarms.

And since it was snowing, and I'm still not quite biologically used to waking up in the cold (I usually turn off my heating blanket before knocking out), I am usually out cold till my eyes naturally blink open.

Then when I looked out the window, the buildings nearby had snow caps!

WOOH!

And before I know it, I'm now home, after finishing up a whole day of shipping, shopping, and meeting up with a friend for dinner and desserts. Even slipping in some time to visit a giant teddy bear

But realizing just how quickly time flies, and how waking up even an hour late affects your day.

When I was a kid, my parents used to make me wake up early (we're talking 6am) and would get mad whenever I would wake up even at 9am. And now I finally understood why. As much as it was great to have done quite a bit, at the end of the day, I can see why it would've been so much better to wake up really early.

Waking up late isn't counter productive, but life could be more productive if more stuff was done in the 24 hours that can never be retrieved once it's passed.


Speaking of time passed... And I believe we've all heard this before, but one of the most common regrets among those who were at their death bed, is that they went through life only working their asses off.. all for money.

Just a reminder. 

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