Monday, December 31, 2007

Sayonara Y2K7

You know what? I'm actually gonna stick to this current blog of mine for the time being. I've been pinning my thoughts and ambitions (basically everything lah) over here and it'll be a pity to just give it up to move elsewhere right? Who cares if weirdos out there know every single detail of my life events... I'm sorry if I have the ability to make you envious of me and hate me so much. But what do you want me to do about it? I usually enjoy fighting fire with fire, however, this time round, I'll just sprinkle you down with a hose =)


GENTING/KL TRIP

I was shaken awake by my mum at 5am on the morning of the 15th. Imagine how groggy I was feeling by taking into account that I only slept for a mere 3 hours!! Had some issues to settle with somebody before I could actually turn in and to make matters worse, it was my second day of the menstrual cycle (on the day we left). Crappy, yeah?

Was pretty much silent while on the coach. Some lady from the SAF offered me a sweet when I plonked onto the seat beside her, but I was too drowsy to chew on dragees then and kinda moody over something. Basically, throughout the 5 hour journey, I was tuning into Chris Daughtry's sexy vocals... and Michelle Branch... and The Click Five... and Britney... and yeah, you get it.

We reached Genting Highlands around noon and it was COLD!!! And certain areas of the road were so misty, you couldn't see nuts!

Many a time, I wished I could experience a "White Christmas" and spend my day out in the snow making snow angels... well, I guess this "Misty Christmas" is as close to a "White Christmas" as it's gonna get (for now).

The entire crew (consisting of more than 60 people) checked into First World Hotel. Nothing fancy schmancy but hey, we're talking about the "World's biggest hotel with 6118 rooms" ok!!! Jade and I had to share a room. I must say, she ain't that bad a roomie... though she irritated the shit out of me that night when I was trying my best to snooze and she kept asking me repeatedly if I wanted a share of cheesy potato wedges.

Did quite alot of shopping on the evening of the day we arrived. Grandma bought me a pair of faded grey skinny jeans and mum got me a black top. I had to be satisfied with retail therapy and retail therapy ONLY because I couldn't go for any of the rides in the theme park (RED ALERT!!!).

Had a pretty good dinner... food was mediocre in my opinion, but the dessert was FANTASTIC!!Mango pudding with real black currants! Ever tried it? You should!!

Sis was the first one to wake up the next day and she decided to take a shower. I heard the sound of water gushing out from the showerhead for quite some time and when she exited from the bathroom, I still heard those sounds. So I asked her, "Oi! Bathe already then you never off the water?". Her reply, "Cannot off! I keep turning the tap but cannot off!".

So she went to the next room to ask my mum for help. Mum came into our bathroom, turned the faulty tap a bit and it FELL OFF!! So water was now gushing out at full-speed! As the both of them shrieked and scrambled out of the bathroom as quickly as they could to avoid getting drenched, I was lying in bed laughing my ass off. WAHAHAHAHA!!! Cause the scenario kinda reminded me of the movie "Titanic".

Yes, we called the Management. And they only came 5 hours later to fix it. Tsktsktsk... precious water all gone to waste.

After breakfast (lovely orange juice), we headed back to our rooms to pack up and leave for Kuala Lumpur; the thought of shopping at Petaling Street just brightened up my spirits.

The hotel in KL was superb! Yet again, I had to be room-mates with my sister. Kinda got into a minor cat-fight over who should have the bed closest to the window but it was resolved the moment we laid eyes on the bathroom. Looking at a bathroom that huge, that modern, that beautifully furnished would make anyone at peace with themselves and others.

We're talking about a gigantic bathtub in the middle, a shower area with a glass door at one side, two sinks, two half-length mirrors, a full-length mirror and a toilet cubicle with it's own door! Yup, it's THAT spacious! So I could go poop in the cubicle while Jade soaks herself in the tub and vice versa without us having to stand the sight of each other. Hahahaha!! Kidding lah! We're not as hostile to each other as we used to be =)

Shopping that evening was HEAVEN. Reminded me of how I once roamed the streets of Chiangmai with Nura. Mum bought me tonnes of stuff... so did Dad! And my maternal Grandmother. Lol! Wouldn't wanna miss out anyone in case I get into trouble! OH, OH!!! Dad bought me a new Liverpool FC poster!! But it's the one for the 2006-2007 season; meaning NO FERNANDO TORRES!!

But no biggie. The confident look of Captain Stevie G. is more than enough to make me smile.





















The guitar's the biggest gift I've ever received in my entire lifespan! Well, it is bigger than the doll-house my parents gave me on my 3rd Christmas. Anyway, it was really unexpected and and thoughtful of you :) Thanks a million! You shall be the first one I play for once I'm done learning.

Ohmyheck, I almost forgot! Another resolution would be to STOP gaining any more weight! Losing and maintaining is fine, but gaining would be a big no-no. This is making me sound bimbotic but heck it lah! It's for my own good! Eversince the holidays, I've been eating fried chicken quite often with numerous people! KFC, Popeye's, Arnold's... I gotta stop! Siti, my dad just took me to Arnold's again on Saturday!!! That's two days after I went there with you!

He was bugging me a few moments ago to join him and my sis for some brisk-walking at Tree-Top but I wasn't too keen on the idea. He then said, "Go lah! Better than jogging so late at night... you jog already but still so fat!".

-_-"

I know, I have the coolest dad in the history of mankind. Gosh, I'm blessed!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

*sob sob* Bye, 2007

Did you really think I would be that depressed over 2007 being gone?! HAHAHAHA!! In fact, I can't wait for 2008 to approach. So many more events to look forward to, so many more attachments to face and so many more new people to meet. And before you know it, it's BYE-BYE Nanyang Poly and HELLO to some hospital =)

Just hang on and bare with this uber boring post for a day yea? For tomorrow's entry, it'll be suppppeeerrr llllooonnnggggg; I'll give u details about my trip across the border (no pictures), how this year's Christmas was spent, the many gifts I received from those lovable friends of mine (pictures MIGHT be available) and my resolutions for the up and coming new year!

So the wait ain't that long afterall; less than 48 hours away from a blog entry written from the heart *sheepish smile*

Oh, and a thought has been crossing my mind... should I have a new blog? Because SOME PEOPLE have yet to get the hint when I say that I fucking despise bloggers who try so hard to blog the way that I do. Irritating. So obvious that you're copying my style. Sickening pests!

I know alot of bloggers these days seldom blog with pictures. I mean, pictures in blog entries? I did that waaaayyyy back when I was still wearing a uniform to school. A post with a couple of snapshots ONCE IN A WHILE is fine but with EVERY SINGLE ONE of your entries having a photograph of you trying so hard to be the next Giselle Bundchen or Rachel Roberts is overrated. And old school (not in a positive way)

Oops, just went out of point. Ok, back to what I was saying, yes, tonnes of people are now blogging without unnecessary pictures of their narcissistic selves because they'd rather focus on their writings. And I can also tell that quite a number of them are really bent on writing well to improve on their language/writing skills. Never mind if bits and pieces of their sentences have errors... at least they do not PLAGIARISE!!! (And neither do they boast that their linguistic skills are beyond anybody's reach)

Gawd, I hate plagiarising whores.

A pity, ain't it? Now you can't write without the fear of someone typing out exactly what you have written and passing it off as their own. Oh boy, I've still got more than three-quarters of a lifetime to go (if a freak accident doesn't occur to me anytime soon).

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

White Christmas

Irving Berlin 1942

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.

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A Baby Just Like You

John Denver, J. Henry (c) 1975

The season is upon us now
A time for gifts and giving
And as the year draws to its close
I think about my living

The Christmas time when I was young,
The magic and the wonder,
But colors dull and candles dim,
And dark my standing under

O little Zachary, shining light
You've set my soul to dreaming
You've given back my joy in life
And filled me with new meaning

A Savior King was born that day,
A baby just like you,
And as the Magi came with gifts,
I come with my gift too

That peace on Earth fills up your time,
That brotherhood surrounds you.
That you may know the warmth of love,
And wrap it all around you

It's just a wish, a dream I'm told
From days when I was young
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone


PS: I'll post pictures of my presents up SOON! *beams*

Monday, December 24, 2007

On X'mas eve 2007

My baby girl was born and I named her Britz. Thank YOU!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

See? It's easy!

Took me less than a minute to get the job done and have you out of my life. And this time round, it's for good.

Nothing but ashes remain.

Now I can go get my tan and smirk at the fact that you no longer exist =)

Cherios!

Friday, December 21, 2007

I need an Angel to get me this!
















I'm not too sure what this pinkish-coloured one is... kinda resembles a piece of luncheon meat, don't you think?




People, these pillows DON'T come cheap. It costs like 60-bleedy-bucks!


Rrrrraaaaahhhhhhh.....!!!!!!


THIS IS INFURIATING!!!!! When I had moolahs during Christmas 2005 and 2006, I couldn't think of anything to get for myself. Now when I've stopped working altogether, out pops "The original sushi pillow".


Check this out; California Roll <3

It's pretty darn cute right?!?!?! The makers of these pillows are absolute geniuses! SERIOUSLY.

But when it comes to the pricing... Gawd, they suck! =P

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Untitled - cause my heart does the thinking now

First things first; a big, big, big THANK YOU to Wilson for being so patient during training yesterday! Kata Guruma is finally in my grasp (although Amanda was the one I lifted up and she's weightless =P). BUT IT'S STILL AN ACCOMPLISHMENT OK!!!

Yes, I'm back from KL. Reached Singapore on the night of the 17th actually. But sadly, no pictures of my short stay in the capital of Malaysia because I didn't bring that damned digital camera of ours along. Oh, and I was too engrossed with retail therapy so who cares if snapshots were taken or not?

HOWEVER!!!!

I do have a few photos that were taken before the two week break. Enjoy!





Right. After looking at the picture above, I came to note that my arms aren't as long as I thought they were and my skin tone is duperly tanned!! We were under the sun!! I was 'spose to look a shade lighter but NO!! It's no wonder (even until now) my juniors have been asking me, "Kim, are you a Malay or Chinese?"

Michelle popped that question yesterday while I was changing and the brilliant Wilson, without me having to prompt him, told her, "She's Malay and Chinese mix lah!"

Well, the answer's not exactly correct... but it's not exactly incorrect either, so we'll just leave it as that! Makes things less complicated and life alot easier for many of us ;)






She's really professional when it comes to imparting her knowledge to us. I don't know what I'll do without her; maybe I'd still be struggling with the barriers of certain procedures. Who knows?

Nursing isn't as easy as it sounds. "Oh, do follow up care only? Chicken feet lah!"

"Follow up care only" is not a walk in the park. The duration of every patients' rehabilitation period depends on you! And for the record, we're NOT inferior to doctors. The jobs of doctors and nurses are different, so STOP COMPARING. It isn't fair to either of us!

Like, do you think it's logical to compare Physiotherapy and Occupational Therapy? Oops, you don't know the difference between the two? Then SHUT UP and stop judgement. You're obviously ignorant about medical professions =)

Halloween might be over, but that doesn't mean I couldn't dress up a little what! I mean, 'tis the season to be jolly, ain't it? (I was trying my best to look like a Christmas gift in case you couldn't figure it out!!)


Don't expect me to type out the entire episode about how the dolphin, chick-on-stick and yellow ribbon came about. It'll take ages to complete and Christmas would most probably be over by then.

One last photo before I make my leave... guess who I saw at the North Canteen on that day??











Go on, make a guess

Ohmyheck! She has got to be the sweetest amongst the "seven princesses" of MediaCorp. She was super nice and politely obliged when I approached her for a picture to be taken. The fruit-stall aunty wanted a photo with her as well. And Felicia walked with the aunty from one end of the canteen to the other just so the aunty could get her camera!! Ohmyheck!

Dasmond Koh was around too but I didn't bother much about him. Hahahaha! I asked for his autograph at Beach Road about 3 years ago when he was the host for some food show. Bet he doesn't recognise me. But he's a nice chap! I still have the postcard with his signature on it. It says,

"Dear Kim, DASMOND!"


Super short and duper sweet. LOLOLOLOLOL!!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Lucky or cursed?

We're all born different. Born into different families with different backgrounds and different upbringings. Some of us are rich, some poorer than the rest. Some lucky and some not-so-lucky.

I am lucky to have you in my life.



BUT.


You don't know the thoughts that go through my head when....

You don't realise the size of the lump in my throat when....

You don't understand how I feel when....

You can't imagine how I felt on the night when....


You still love her, don't you, "Mushu"? You remembered her birthday... do you even know when's mine?

Gawd!

Was it a good or bad thing for you to walk into my life?


ANSWER ME!!!!!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I've come to a conclusion that pointing my middle finger directly into the faces of those ostensibly immature numbskulls will only ruin my day.

So I decided to get someone to do the dirty work for me ;)

Monday, December 10, 2007

The swiftness of divine retribution

"Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord"--Romans 12:19

"For vengeance I would do nothing. This nation is too great to look for mere revenge"--James Garfield

Imho, it's something justly deserved =)

Friday, December 07, 2007

Controversy? Or not?

It's always easy for a person to say, "hey! I've changed! I'm no longer the person you used to know 5 years ago."

To some extend, I agree that people do change over a period of time. But, by change, does it mean you turn into a different person altogether? Or is it all just on the external?

I shall compare my current self to the girl some of you knew way back in Year 2000.

What are the differences between the Kim now and the Kimberly then?

Grew taller, slightly fairer, more sensible, more rebellious, more outspoken, more boisterous, physically fitter, mentally stronger, throw caution to the wind less often, more sensitive, more emotional, fleshier, relatively more materialistic etc.

So those who got to know me during my Tertiary education days, they see someone loud, confident, gungho. Maybe they've even seen me with a cigarette stick in my hand (though not anymore) or at DXO with Howard.

What about the people who knew me on a personal level before I "grew up"? Like Rachel, Evelyn, Clara (Tan), Suling and Lassie. The girl that they knew was malnourished, a total geek who was afraid to voice out opinions and kept to herself, worshipped Britney Spears, absolutely adored the Power Rangers, read books ALL THE TIME and had a thing going on for Nick Carter.

I can tell you that I've "changed" and that I'm no longer the girl I used to be. It's easy for anybody to spill out to others that he/she has "changed".

But when you're alone, and the things you do when nobody's watching... I dare you to tell me you've never taken out your Backstreet Boys or N'Sync CD to reminisce the good ol' times when they were topping the charts (if you were a music junkie back then).

I've caught up with a couple of people whom I haven't met in donkey years. The first words that escapes from their mouths when they see me in person (after sucha long time) would be, "My, you've changed!"

Have I REALLY changed?







My answer is NO!

Yes, I look different, but I'm still the Kimberly you guys knew back then. So what if I introduce myself as Kim now? So what if I do wear skirts now (I swore never to when I was 9)? My face is all made up when I leave for town.. SO WHAT?!?! These are all just on the external!!

Deep down inside, I am still that girl. The quiet, (not so for now) scrawny, bespectacled, insecure, cautious, street-smart, thumb-sucking Daddy's girl!!

I do still listen to Britney (you all may hate her, but I grew up listening to her. So she's my idol and I don't give two hoots if her performance at the recent VMA sucked), I occasionally watch Power Rangers: The movie, I am still reading novels but not the Enid Blyton ones, I still roller-blade but not as often because of my knee injury...

You think I've changed?! Like, seriously transformed into a whole different person?

I haven't! I believe there's a reason as to why we all want others to assume that we're no longer who we used to be.

I can't speak for the majority, but I can do so for myself. And the reason why I'm more straightforward and steadfast now is because I never wanna be the loser who never had her ideas considered seriously during discussions and I don't ever wanna be the scardy-cat who cries her heart out when the bullies step in.

In Secondary school, I was quiet. Too quiet. That probably explains why whenever we had to do those mini projects, my ideas never get selected. It sucked! AND I'LL NEVER LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.

As for the bullies, no names shall be mentioned but I was in the same class as them in Sec 2. They were always making fun of my father, pulling pranks on me, spreading childish rumours about me... and I let them know they had the upper hand by crying in public. Pathetic, I know. So now you know why I spout vulgarities at a person when I'm angry at him/her and literally charge in the person's direction?

CORRECT! It's a technique to stop my tear-glands from doing what they do best.

So coming back to how much I've changed, I put it to you that I've not changed. Well, at least no major change that requires anybody else's lifestyle to be altered.

You don't see me keeping quiet when I'm with a group of people I'm familiar with. But place me in a different environment with students I've never met before; you'll be proved wrong without me having to try hard to convince you.

And I do not cry in public over mundane things like getting teased or pranked on.. But just because you don't see me shedding tears, it doesn't mean I don't shed them at all *winks*

It's ok to put on a brave front when you're actually a coward at heart (like me, for instance). And there's no harm in going for a makeover to alter your look... but what's important is that you do not lose track of your true self. Afterall, it is that less-known side of you that makes you stand out from the rest. And don't forget, it is the less-known side of you that you need to reveal to your significant other when you eventually do find true love.

REMEMBER; you can choose to fool the world. But can you fool yourself?

And also one thing that I've learnt from my lecturer; many of us FORGIVE, but NEVER forget because we're humans and not God. We might be His followers but we can't be as perfect or as gracious as him because (unfortunately) we don't love as much as He does. We can never forget because the incident has already taken place. Thus, it can never be erased. The best we can do is forgive and not bring the matter up; but that doesn't mean all's forgotten. So to say that "forgiving means forgetting", that's utter bullshit. Beware of the person who tells you this; he/she is damn superficial. =)