Come Fly With Me

I have Michael Buble's song 'Come Fly With Me' stuck in my head. I love his voice, so velvety...<3

But, yes, anyway.

I HAVE LANDED ALIVE!!

Eventful it was too.

First I had to wake up at 4am. 4 friggin am in the morning.

And then I actually got up at like 4.30am cuz I couldn't wake up, and dad had to barge in and force me to get up or I'd probably end up missing my flight. [I swear I really did try to make an effort!]

Then, of course, with Air Asia, the flight got delayed. As usual. -_-" First the website said 7.05am. My ticket said 7.15am. The little TV screen with the flight times said 7.20am. Finally I ended boarding the plane at 8am.
Yeah, that's Air Asia alright.

When I ordered my meal online, I thought I was getting a nasi lemak [the realisation of which hit me at about 6am when I realised exactly what COULD happen if I ate really spicy stuff on the plane] but in the end, I received a paper bowl of...mutton rendang.

I DON'T EVEN EAT LAMB!

But I was really hungry, so it was a good thing that plane food is usually completely tasteless.

I got at the airport alright. Waited almost an hour for my luggage, wondering whether it somehow managed to get lost. Luckily it did emerge, and when it did, I grabbed it instead of letting it go round and round the baggage belt. Like the other stupid late passengers did.

But so ends my maiden air voyage alone. I loved it, and can't wait to do it again. But the next time...I'll take MAS no matter what the cost. The KLIA is just worth it really.

Mishy <3

Soon...

SOON

It shall be here.

I can't believe it. It felt like years at the beginning of the year.

But it's coming, slowly but surely.

A few more hours, I'll be back where I belong.
Back in the place where I'm comfortable.
In the place I can call home.

The air. =)

Oh! Well, I was talking about Malaysia too, of course. *cough*
We'll see how it works out this time. The home I loved has been drawing further and further away from me.
But it will remain a home. To me. In my heart.

Malaysian at <3

Mishy <3

PS. TOMORROW!

Waffling On...

I need to buy Christmas presents.

LOTS of Christmas presents. I don't know why I didn't start this earlier. I am panicking right about now. I plan to embark on this crazy mission tomorrow, and finish approximately...tomorrow.

I don't have a choice!

I have to finish packing by Friday.
Which means that the shopping has to be done by Thursday.

It doesn't exactly help that I've booked a ticket for a morning flight [well, okay it does: I prefer morning travel], which leaves me less time for shopping.

You know...it would be really nice if chinese families didn't have all these traditions and shows. Then I wouldn't be expected to buy presents back. Not that I am being expected to technically, since to the grandparents, I am still a 'child'. But my parents aren't children. And my aunts and uncles can't exactly be called seniors. And since I fly alone, I am expected to bring the presents with me.

This is truely the Nightmare Before Christmas.

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On a different topic...
Work today was a crazy experience. It was only for five hours, but WOW what a day.
I met this senior lady who was buying a card and asking if she got any kind of discount with this membership card she had. I said not with that particular card, but if she had a senior's card, she could get a discount.
I looked at her name: Beng Sim.
My mother's name is Beng Sim.
So we started having a fat conversation, all about her birthdate, her Golden Anniversary, her kids, grand kids, nephews and neices, how she came from Petaling Jaya to Perth, how much she likes eating Penang Laksa etc etc. It's always nice to meet a Malaysian overseas, but wow, I don't think she ever lost her penchant for telling grandmother stories when she moved to Perth.

How typically Malaysian...

Then some chinese guy comes up, and I think his name is Mr. Hwee. The minute he saw me, he tried to make me speak in mandarin. Then switched to cantonese when he realised mandarin wasn't working. Then back to mandarin again when he realised I knew even less cantonese than I did mandarin.
I was frantically going 'wo bu shuo, wo bu shuo!!!'
But he insisted of trying to test my language skills.
Well excuse me, but after going to two different schools trying to improve my mandarin, I think it is pretty clear that it is simply not going to work out.

Although when I think about it, I probably should have insisted I was Thai or something. But he might have been able to tell. Most chinese can. Or just not tried to tell him 'wo bu shuo han yu' at all.

Anyway, that's my day...
Moral of the story: learn mandarin and cantonese. FAST.

Mishy <3

PS. Three more days...

Please don't stop the music...

It is actually quite an embarrassment.

I really really really miss singing.

But that's not the embarrassment.

What's embarrassing is the fact that I joined choir for almost four years, and after a year, I can no longer reach the usual soprano pitch that I was once comfortable with.
THAT is what is embarrassing.

I want to join choir again!

I want to perform with a group of people. I want to dance the night away. I want to sing to the timing of an african jembe. I want to beat a tune with my hands. I want to listen to the voices of a dozen, maybe more people singing in harmony.

I want, I want, I want...

It sucks that I can't sing the same way I used to. I usually sing along with the radio, but when I listened to myself recently, and I mean actually listened to myself, I didn't sound the same way I used to sound. Certainly not better. And when I tried to sing some of my old choir songs, it didn't sound right. I was missing the 'key note', as Chris my old choir conductor would say. And I couldn't read music the way I used to either. I mean, I didn't expect myself to retain that skill during the TEEs, but I didn't think it would be that hard to get back on track again.

Bonk'aba'phandle. Zum Gali Gali. The Merry Widow. Tonight.
So many songs. So many good times.

I'm on the look out for a choir right now. And I'm hoping that to make things easier, the university I get into will have a competent choir. I really need to get back into this vibe again. The type I can only get before, during and after a performance. I guess you could call it a kind of high.
It would definitely explain why I was never interested in drinking or doing drugs.

You know, it's odd that considering how shy I used to be, I'm going crazy that I'm not able to perform in a choir.

Choir gave me some of the best moments of my life...
I just hope that my music doesn't go away.

Mishy <3

PS. Five more days.