My second life start here living in Kuala Lumpur.
Studying in HELP University College is a great experience I ever had, standing on my foot. Staying far away from my home sweet home, I have to settle everything by myself; at the same time enjoy the most choosing what to eat and do whatever I love to.
Silly, recall back to the time when I was 16. When practicing for stage performance, a friend of mine proposed an idea that one old lady grocery shopping in Mid Valley (brings the meaning that the old lady is in the trends). At that time I was shocked, by her creative ideas as well as envy on her thinking that I might never even have a chance to do like the old lady.
Few years later, I am now enjoying grocery shopping in Mid Valley (because it is very near to the place I currently staying -Bangsar). And now I change my preference to Bangsar Shopping Center, it's much more nearer and nicer environment.
My place is 2 minutes away from Bangsar Shopping Center, 4 minutes to Bangsar Village, 5 minutes to Mid Valley, and 9 minutes to One Utama, Pavillion, KLCC, Time Square and Law Yat.
Can say that I shop every weeks, I just love to. Spending my money, enjoying my life here within my short 3 years Degree time.
Sharing a home with stranger is a great adventure. Although we all are students; but staying under the roof with different races and gender come from different countries produce sparks and sometime nearly got the whole house burned. Thanks to them, I experienced staying differently in heaven, hell and jungle by mere paying a rent for one house.
Story 1:
I had a vivid experience that a couple fighting in front of me with knife. Yes, a real knife, the knife that I always use to cut meat; and still using it until now (disgusting, rite?) =.=''
I remembered that time I was sitting in front of table memorizing the speech for tomorrow presentation. The couple had a loud fight in their room. After that, the girl rushed into the kitchen and picked a knife, to threaten the boy. With no brave standing the knife waving in front of him, the boy grabbed the knife over and straight pointing back to the girl. Girl sense the danger and slowly move behind to the living room where I am sitting.
At that time I supposing-ly have getting used to the verbal fighting; but the knife had shock me to the core! This is my first time seeing people holding a knife to cut HUMAN! But I was amazed by my calmness at that time. Tried standing in the middle without focusing how scary the knife would do to my precious life; I shouted on them begging them to calm down so that they can have their talks in sober. But no one listen to me even when I shouted.
No point, showed them the key, claiming that I am going to get the security guard so that they can settle it in police station. Now, this works. They stop fighting 'for a while' and the guys throw away his weapon, TO ME! OMG!! That was damn scary man! Yea, maybe he may not be aware which direction he is throwing the knife to, but hey!
After that, they both calm down. The guys was sitting on the couch regretting the terrible thing he had done. The girl cry like hell saying that even her parents never beat her like this before. I am crying too, for the worse experience they gave in of my life.
After a while, I called my mum seeking for some comfort. And my mum replied, you should have just hide in the room. THAT'S IT. I cry even louder after that.
One hour later I turned back to my room, passing their room I saw both of them hugging each other crying out their tears. DAMN IT. They fought, girl and me crying but only the girl get some comfort back. Okay, life isn't fair.
Story 2:
Now I learnt. Thinking that it is a brilliant idea to only recruit female house mates sharing a house with me, so to prevent any nonsense funny things to disturb my life again!
Everything seem perfect when I successfully get all the female staying with me. They are all look so lovely and I really wish to spend my time having fun staying together with them. But then they continuously bring my night mare back to the home.
Within one month time, one of my house mate 'met' a new boy friend here in this apartment (compare to me staying more than one year here getting bugs! but that is not my purpose, so I don't mind). Her bf is a senior manager in Mercedes Benz and now my house mate has her free Mercedes Benz driver send her to college everyday. But fortunately, she choose to has her sweet dream with the guy in his house instead of bringing him back.
But my another house mate bring her bf home and have sex here in the house. At least 2 times a day and normally after meal. Ask me why I am so clear about that? Oh please la, although their room door is shut tight, but they are extremely loud. Everyone in the house (and maybe even our neighbor can hear them). Damn embarrassing staying in the house la.
Taking up the role model as my 'parents', they give me free tutorial everyday educating me regarding sexual matter. Without watching porns or actively investigate the matter; I am already an expert in it, I clearly know the process, even the feeling without me to experience it myself. Seriously. And one more bonus, don't see the guys gentle behave to people; he is really wild in bed.
The surprising part is, her parents not even know she has a boy friend outside! Poor thing. Spend their full attention growing up a child for 20 years old but never get to share even a bit of their daughter's privacy.
But I take up lessons from them through indirect learning. I observe, 'being involve' as part of the incidents. However, I am glad I can learn a little from the lesson without paying much for it.
Story 3:
My same sex house mate is now testing up my 'sexual desire' or to see whether I have affection on human being or not. How said so? By claiming that she is open-minded and western educated. She always stand and talk in front of me, fully naked! Damn it, do you know how hard is it to talk to someone like them when they are naked? To show my respect, I stare only on her eyes without even dare to turn my eyes to somewhere else (trust me, it's real tiring).
And they have their culture to greet each other as fucker. Although I never greet her back with the f word but she is the one wake me up every morning with the f word. Yea, thanks to you I have my f day every day.
Story 4:
Okay, here come the bore part. It's about my life. I have no awesome extraordinary life style like them. Instead, I enjoy my healthy life.
Going to bed before 10pm and getting up early in the morning is part of my routine.
Eating breakfast is the best moment I enjoy the most. I heart FarmHouse milk, cereal, and pancake as my breakfast. And I eat more spaghetti than maggie mee. I learnt to make sandwich, soup, and prepare my lunch box, I add no sugar, salt and preservatives.
Oh! Yogurt fruit salad is always my favorite!
I enjoy sweating off in gym.
I love the way my instructors motivate me to achieve a higher stamina level, I love the way my personal trainer stare at me and congretz me losing some weight and look firmer now, I love the way I work hard with people together in a room with one same objective, enjoy our time stretching, dancing, kicking, jumping around in the room with pop music.
I heart Fitness First
I met a lot of Caucasian here. They are mostly passionate, friendly, respectfully, and gentle. I am total salute on their style of coping with problems. If allowed, I would like to learn up more from them. And maybe to convert myself into Christian. I found their food nice too! The cheesy creamy thingy.
Picture below was a sweet time spent with the passionate Switzerland family we met in our apartment.
Staying In KL making me so hard to resist myself from shopping. All the shopping mall are so close to me, and every time when I passing through the shopping mall is just like seeing them waving inviting me to pay them a visit.
I satisfy myself by spending a lot to dress up myself. I enjoy the success whenever people say: yVonne, you change a lot. you're prettier now!
For sure, I would like to thanks everyone, especially my house mate - Cindy Do.
She is very good in dressing up and I learn really a lot from her. Doesn't mean to imitate her style; but just fully convinced by her to buy the dresses she wearing. I would say that she had achieve the objective as a model. She make me wanted to buy the dresses that put on her so badly every time after she wear it, even the not-so-special looking one.
Cindy, you're a success. Please do not misunderstand me that I am a copy cat or a betrayal. I just improving myself by seeing you as a role model. Thanks for everything that you've inspired *hugs*
Admitting the truth that I am very materialistic; but well, I don't see the harm doing that. I do not commit myself in a crime or taking advantage of others just to fulfill my desire of buying.
I earned that much, I have that much and I spend that much. That's me, and I think I am enjoying it.
