Wanted.

WANTED:

1. A Malaysian or Singaporean who has spare time on their hands, and is willing to read stories and add Malaysian influences and offer criticism without being a complete buzz killer. AND can give quick and timely responses.

2. A printing company who can print my Capstone into a pretty book without burning an arduous hole in my bank account. 

xoxo, 
Kim ♥

PS- Red to support the LGBTQ community today. 
PPS- comment/email me if you're feeling generous and wanna help! :D

Laugh, laugh at me.

Since I don't have much time and I thought I'd update my blog a little... Here's something...

I'm writing capstone and this is part of a story I'm telling:

"But in our world, in our dreams, we’d have sweet, sweet dreams of being with the guy we liked. No, not celebrities who didn’t know our names. That’s just sad. These were boys we were very much into." 

Thinking about it, I think my life has gotten a lot sadder. Instead of dreaming of a relationship with someone I know, I'm doing it instead with the celebrities who don't know my name... Yes. My life has increased in sadness.

Oh yes, you may laugh now :) 

Hope this made your day.

xoxo,

Kim. ♥

I My Me Mine.

My school.

My ocean.

My school. 

My education.

My school.

My life.

Herbie. Hancock. Is the guest speaker for my graduation. How exciting!! I almost cried when I read it in the minutes from the Board of Trustees meeting that is presented to the school. I am in so much appreciation! I can't even...

Dear Mr Herbie Hancock,
THANK YOU. TERIMA KASIH. 谢谢您。Merci beaucoup! ありがとうございます！

I will continue striving till the very end!



Yours sincerely,
Kimberley. ♥

K Popsessed?

WARNING: KPOP related post but it's not a usual "I LOVE BIGBANG ERMERGERD" post. So please continue scrolling if you'd like to invade my thought processes?

A friend sent me a link a few days ago regarding the revenues of two of the biggest S.Korean entertainment companies in 2012. Here is the link. But if you're like me, lazy to read (though I did read this one), or don't care (if you're still reading in the next few seconds, I guess you do care? haha idk)... Long story short... SM Entertainment (the guys who own the big names like SNSD/Girls Generation, Shinee, Super Junior, etc) raked in USD 154 Million while YG, the company who made Bigbang, 2NE1, Psy (yeah you and I we both know how big this dude is right?), and the likes... FAMOUS. They raked in... Are you ready for this?

USD$91 Million. 

er... whut??

Frankly, I was taken a back a little at the beginning. My friend was very very surprised. She said it didn't quite make sense cause of Psy and Bigbang + 2NE1 world tours and all that... But I mean, merchandise sells more than tickets do, no?

But then it got me thinking... Cause I heard that the entertainment companies... Say for example company A, who owns Band/Group BZ. BZ is famous. So technically they should be making shit loads of money from album sales and all right? Well, not how they roll in S.Korea... The artists only start making money after selling a fixed amount of albums.. If I'm not mistaken 1 Million albums? So only after that amount is sold, do these babies get money. Sigh. The price of fame man...


Which now brings me back to what I was thinking...

So now, we have a figure to the faces... Say each group/solo artist is their own unit... And the fans (omg, the fans. I was just made aware of Sasaeng fans... Fucking cray bitches... [Read here of an example, and KEEP IN MIND, these artists pay SHIT LOADS of money for their homes for the purpose of keeping the fans AWAY])

ANYWAY. So right the fans. Now that they see the figures.. and like any crazy obsessive fan who treats their favorites like their boyfriends... I wonder what they'd be thinking?


Side note: The same friend showed me a gif some a letter some girl sent to her favorite artist written with her period... I threw up a little when I read the translation... It said:

I dedicate to Taecyeon my period blood letter.

Ok Taecyeon, You cannot live without me.

Sprinkled with a few strands of my pubes

Dear Lord. 

Sorry guys... For the really random and weird post. Erm. Yeah. But yay for finally writing something in here after ages! yippeee!

xoxo,

Kim. ♥

Whirlpool

Today was a rather stressful day.

I left my room optimistic, armed with my trusty backpack, violin, and bag of art supplies.
Got to the cafeteria half an hour before class. OOOH yeaaah! Had a quick breakfast (when usually it'd take me about 20 minutes to enter and exit the food area before ACTUALLY gluing my buttocks to the chair. This was a new record! (Speaking of records, I have another one about last night... Not the kind those of you whose heads are in the gutter are thinking... *squints*)

Unfortunately, I was stuck with a horrid tummy ache that left me cringing and clasping onto a chair or a table during the first 3/4 of the class. And since it was a 3 hour class, you could say I was dying... But thank goodness, at the small break time in between, I was able to deal with all the crazy that was going on in my innards. Man, I need to up my diet & nutrition stuff. We had to do that for health. And one thing I have determined is to have vegetarian days. Like I did Junior year. And then reward myself every 2 weeks with a Jamba Juice. MMMM yum :D

Anyhoot.

Chinese New Year is in full swing and being far from home, almost a dozen of us gathered at Sam Woo's for a reunion dinner. After exclaiming and proclaiming our hunger to the restaurant and pretty much anyone standing by, we still weren't able to make up our minds.

20 minutes later, 8 dish orders and lots of loud-students-yelling-over-the-table later, we began the wait process.

Agonizing.

After all the hard work of ordering. Phew, sweat free!

(My red hair is now.. brownish. But when I wash it, red still comes off. O_o)

But when the food came... Can you imagine.....

We were... still savages... Probably worse.

This is only a fraction of what we ordered. 

I got lazy...

During the whole thing, we made so much noise, I swear to god, everyone surrounding us were just dying to leave the restaurant. Ooops. 

Not to mention how obnoxious we were with the photo taking post belly stuffing...

Crazy faces,

"Gong Xi"

Malaysians..

My god. But it was all very fun. There was lots of laughter, some hiccup-ing, singing, arm waving, etc. 

But to also ring in the year of the snake, my mom decided to Skype me last night when I was at work.. My aunts, cousins, and grandma were there... Their talks of food and all the festivities made my tummy rumble louder than a volcano on call. 

Bitter gourds my grandma planted.

"ngee mao det sit lor!"

(Translation: "you don't get to eat!")

I love bitter gourds. 

Also, did I mention that both my paternal and maternal family have amazing culinary skills?

Boy, do I miss spending Chinese New Year in the deep sections of Sabah, inhaling scents of farms. Yes, of pigs, chickens, and god knows what else they have in that house haha. 

Speaking of being skyped at work, I was SUPER productive in my 5 hours on the job. I finished my math homework, health homework (even though I did it wrong, but I was ahead -kinda- so yay?), and some edits to Capstone before handing it in to my mentor. Though I think I got him and 2 of my peers overexcited for what I wrote when it really isn't as awesome as it sounds... (Seriously, I don't know why this keeps happening.) Got some artwork done for painting class (we had to bring in 4 sketches for potential painting...)

YAY TO PRODUCTIVITY!!

On another note, I sold my couch! I never quite used it after the 2nd semester, so I figured I get rid of some cluster in my room. 

My room feels so much more spacious now... 

anyway, I think I'm going to work on some homework and knock out.

Another crazy day tomorrow!!

xoxo,

Kim. ♥

PS- You like the (again) new layout? :D

Left, Left, Left, Right. WRONG.

I apologize for the absence.

Everything had been passing by so quickly. What with the goodbyes, to the literally 3 day travel back to Soka. Not to mention the roller coaster ride I had been instantly thrown on, riding with a half secure harness. But more on that later, here's the sum of my trip back...

The last (and possibly one and only) family photo before I left

Take off. Then I knocked out for most of it.

Upon arriving in Dubai, I made my way to the JW Marriott Marquis hotel (that opened 3 months ago) to visit an alumni! WOOP!

It was sooo nice to see her face after so long!

After freshening up and a short short nap, I made my way back to the airport

Man, this place really is the wealthiest place on earth.

So elaborate of an airport entrance.

Hungry, I decided to get some breakfast. 

However, unfortunately for me, there was nothing remotely good + reasonably priced except 

Deciding on the local menu (like I do with every McDs I go to anywhere else)

I settled with...

Honestly, I was disappointed.

After stuffing my face quickly, I walked about before boarding... And saw this:

idk if you see the camel in the background but even that was for sale.

beautiful tea pots

sheesha/ hookah

tiny trinkets.

little plates

It was interesting to walk into the souvenir shop cause it was PACKED.

EVERY counter in there was BUSY BUSY BUSY.

Zoom Zoom!

Arrived 4 movies and 2 sets of 5 episodes (of TV shows) later.

First thing we did (well, Ms Chauffeur & Partner in Crime and I):

Got some good Mexican food to go on the way back 

(but got caught in traffic instead, which sucked a bit)

But no biggie.

 This is kind of a rushed deal cause I should be getting on with my homework. On the flipside, the travel back home, as crazy and tiring as it was, I met a few people and made some new friends which was really nice. I also learnt a bunch from Emiko who painted me a clearer picture on those working in the UAE. It was definitely a new perspective.

But since I got back, I have:

1. Gotten a job without having to apply for it
2. Cried 
3. Had trouble with a lot of things on the first day of my final semester.
4. Arrived late for one of my classes (This is one of those "WTF KIM!?" moments.
5. Come to terms and actually became annoyed with the amount of crap I have that DO NOT NEED.
6. Cried some more.
7. Missed home a bunch
8. Gotten Sundofu, Free Froyo & some really good cheese from Whole Foods
9. Realized just how forgetful I am
10. Noticed that Chinese superstition works in contra ways for me (definitely ridiculous sounding but I put up some CNY deco and then shit happened, like what??)

It has most definitely been a pretty rough start but I am going to keep striving. I believe in starting a new day and that things will get better. This semester will most definitely be a success. I know it.


Also, in case I don't get the chance, I wanna wish all of you a

HAPPY CHINESE (LUNAR) NEW YEAR!! 

新年快乐！

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.