Sunday, November 30, 2008

i will miss me

... being November Blogger of The Month :(

'Till my next 15 mins / 30-days-of-fame...! Never stop lovvalovin' me *bisou*

Saturday, November 29, 2008

dear auntie kim: to be or not to be

I received a mail that I should have replied ages ago. Very very sorry babydoll. Me bad person *rotans myself once* (once enough-lah.. don’t think there is a need to get all Sylar about it). Then I started to get more mails of similar theme and decided this is a good time to debut: Ask Auntie Kim.
Kim’s my ‘other’ name. An alter ego almost. Everyone has an ‘other’ name. Phoebe Buffay is Regina Phelangie. Joey Tribbiani is Ken Adams. Miss ChongChong is Samantha. Miss KosKos is Monik Zakaria (I gave her that name and she hates me for it *giggle*). Mine’s Kimberley Lim aka Kim Lim :D I use it mainly in clubs so I can have a good time and get away with it. Shelby is just too different. People would remember that name and actions that went with it. Dangerous.

So about that email. Jennifer (not her real name) I hope you don’t mind me putting this out for the world to see.

Dear Auntie Kim,

Just wondering is it tough to be a doctor? I mean, balancing your social life and your job. What about during medical school? Is it very cramped? Because All I'd heard from people is Doctors are so busy, and especially or girls- it's a big disadvantage,...*basically all the bad side of it*. I'm intending to study medicine actually. Dispite all the "negative" feedback I received. I'm doing year 12 now. And HOPEFULLY will be getting into a medical school next year. Any advice?
Dear Jenn,

There was a day when I was mending the Pediatrics Clinic and my ex-boss (specialist) at that time had just given this very eager diabetic boy a lecture of his great big potential at being the best lawyer ever and the crappiness of being a doctor when really, he wanted to do medicine. After my boss left for a meeting and his mother went to the pharmacy to collect his medication, we were both left alone in the clinic cubicle as I was finishing up the remains of his visit review. He plopped himself beside me and started to speak to me in a very solemn tone. In MANDARIN MIND YOU… y’know my “hua-yue” is abysmal! But it seemed important so I tried very hard to decipher. He asked me if it really was that bad being a doctor as my ex-boss had priorly mentioned. He then asked me if he should be a doctor or a lawyer instead. This is no laughing matter. This is not a time to quote 'Que Sera Sera'. This is a child’s ambition… the potential drive that would make him useful to society. As much as I wanted to tell him life can very much suck as a doctor I couldn’t bring myself to. I cannot tell a child who wants to be a doctor that he shouldn’t be a doctor. I cannot. It goes against the nature and order of things. So I told him, in my wretched Mandarin, that being a doctor, apart from being a good parent, will be one of the most difficult things he will ever have to do in his life. But if he wants it then do it. Study hard. Learn English because all good textbooks are in English (I had a hidden agenda for that). He will make his mama proud.

It is tough being a doctor. You will find yourself having to compromise a lot on social events. You will not be able to attend as many parties and functions as your other friends. There is a possibility you will not be able to attend any social events at all. Worse: you might not have many friends left since you’re always unable to participate in events. The pressure is very daunting. You could come to a point where you feel it’s just not worth it. You could break down. I broke down in
my 2nd year. It was a very difficult climb back up. I never knew what ‘no life’ meant till life in medicine. I truly know the definition now. As a houseman life takes a turn for the worse and the good life you thought lied beyond med school seems like a mirage. Maybe it appears as if I have an OK life now but what you see is the mere few Saturdays and Sundays that I make happen. It is very tiring to have 2 sides of life that works. When you make work your priority, your social life gives which leaves you to be a very boring lonely person. When you make social life your priority, your work gives and you get screwed big time by boss. It’s a 2-edged sword. Still, if you intend to get into medical school, then I do hope that you get it. Despite “all the bad side of it” it is still a magical profession and you will learn to live with the lifestyle that comes with it. Most importantly you will discover more about yourself than you ever would know. All the best my future colleague.
Sphygmo-cuff hugs & syringe kisses,
Auntie Kimberley

Friday, November 28, 2008

butterfly *bisou* garden

I don’t say this very often but in actual fact I really really love it when people email me to tell me how much they enjoy my site. Email takes effort. Don’t get me wrong, comments are Shelbulous(!!), but emails… man emails are personalized y’all. You’ve gotta open your inbox, click ‘compose’, type, send. That means you really care. I don’t really know what to say in return ‘cos “thanks” seems so customary and lame. So I’ve decided to go Bryanboy except it’s the other way around where I send my butterfly *bisou* about this place you lovvvalovva from this place you lovvalovva. Get it? Get it?

For the girl who “just wanna say hi”...

Written with Emanuel Ungaro for MAC see thru lip colour in 'Not So Shy'

Thursday, November 27, 2008

why didn't penang-ites tell me about this??

I would have gone to Penang and back for this!! Do let me know if it happens next year OK babydolls??
P.S., disclaimer: images courtesy of photographer

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

bali: laksamana lovelies

One of the very pleasant moments I had in Bali was strolling down Jalan Laksamana and browsing through the many Seminyak chic cafes, galleries and boutiques.

I started out at I LOVE BALI ‘cos this dress was a showstopper and I had to have it. And bought it I did. The very pleasant and cute shop girl is Kadek Sri (do send my *bisou* if you go visit her shop) and all the charming dresses / tops / skirts are made in Bali. It’s a really tiny shop which really doesn’t do it any justice from the outside but inside you’ll find worldly treasures and the pleasure of hanging your clothes on their star-shaped hook-hangers. The most bizarre but enchanting quality of this place is that there’s a tree growing right in the middle of the pretty chaos! Not forgetting the frog outside..! I LOVE I LOVE BALI. Seriously. If I didn’t have a budget constraint I would’ve bought everything in the shop :)

I LOVE BALIJl Laksamana
Oberoi, Seminyak


Just flanking my favourite shop is this jubilant place selling sterling silver accessories. Look at it’s sign… it’s like an entrance into Wonderland! I have heard of Joy… something about it being loved by Beyonce. Discovering Joy brought me joy. Lame but true. I love the bracelets especially but boy were they steep in price. I chose a skinny bracelet (all I could afford!) with a four-leaf-clover with engraved ‘Luck’, ‘Love’, ‘Faith’ and ‘Joy’ on each petal.

Joy Jewellery (Sterling Silver)
Jalan Oberoi 41
Seminyak Bali
Tel: +62 81 8345015

It began to pour just as I got started so I sought refuge at this corner tuck shop just opposite I LOVE BALI and Joy with the most amazing wall print. I actually noticed the wall print before I noticed the café. It just pops y’know. I ordered a hearty food muffin and watched the rain trickle down rooftops. The food price is affordable and delish + it’s just perfect a brunch place to read the Sunday papers. What am I saying? Everyday’s a Sunday in Bali!

The Cornerstore
Jl Laksamana 10A
Taman Sari, Seminyak
Tel: +62 361 730276

Lulu’s window display was da bomb! Just ‘cos I can’t afford them threads (yet) don’t mean I can’t try ‘em on. Cutes hor? The style’s so quintessentially Indon.

Stumbled upon a Murakami in Bali *beams* Made my day!

If you read Indon magazines (as I have in the past) you will notice many of their clothes feature come from this local high-street label Body + Soul. I found an interesting piece dé résistance that appeared abit bizarre when I first put it on… ‘twas a come across between a kaftan and a sarung. But add a belt and voila: J Lopez y’all!

Body And Soul
Seminyak Square Unit A7-8
Jl Laksamana
Oberoi, Seminyak
Tel: +62 361 736439

I keep going into cafés with kick-ass walls. Earth Café is no exception. I stood in front of their wall for the longest time… just taking the wall in… and noticing the spelling mistake in committed. After what seems like forever loitering about in front of their café, I felt quite obliged to ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out to see wh-wh-wh-what’s it all about. The food’s no good but it was a quirky place to see hippies, animal activists and vegan planet people going in and out the door. With my alco binge I decided to go for the Bali Boost 'cos I'm in Bali and I need a boost. It was umm… an interesting drink. And when I say interesting I mean unwelcoming to my taste buds. Still… you should go if you’re into yoga and macrobiotic.

Earth CaféJl Laksamana Oberoi 99
Seminyak, Kuta
80361 Bali
Tel: +62 361 736645

You know the feeling you get when you’re on the plane and reflections of your trip starts a slideshow in your brain and you pause at a certain picture and go “Oh man… regret didn’t buy that!!” Well this is one of those moments. I seriously regret not buying a butterfly mirror. Why?? Why?? Why didn’t I????? Stupid stupid stupid.

Control not?? Control-leh… an absolutely perfect example of exertion of good self-control in the retail department. I’m so proud myself *tear*

Other Bali posts *click here*

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

the bali no-nos

For every pro there is a con. Bali is no exception.

Kafe Warisan: “savour internationally renowned French Mediterranean cuisine overlooking the verdant rice fields of Seminyak with reputation of being Bali’s best restaurant” wor. Or so it says.

I sooo beg to differ. I’ve read a couple of articles on this place claiming it to be the cutest French restaurant ever. So imagine my disappointment when all there is is this tangerine building with crummy flooring and mediocre furnishing. Tres ugh. And the food is so bloody average that only the passion fruit martini is worth a note. The rice fields ain’t something to shout about either… yea so there’re storks. I got storks in TI too so that isn’t something to gape about. Also I was rather irritated by this farming contraption that works by twirling against the and making clanging noise to ward off birds. It was not possible to phase out with shrills of “DONG DONG DONG!!” ringing in your ears. WTF? Unless you’ve got mountains of cash to kill don’t bother coming ‘ere.

Jl Raya Kerobokan 38
Br. Taman
Kuta, Bali
Tel: +62 361 731175

Another stupid place is Jari Menari (dancing fingers): “Bali’s best massage”

OMG this place conned my freaking 250,000rp. That’s TWO tensing and tiring freaking on-calls OK. And you thought a massage is supposed to take you away from it all. Lagi stress aja bikinnya. It’s an all-male masseuse team so if you’re abit shy-shy it can get very uncomfortable and almost embarrassing. I’m sure they’re, like, all professional and are used to seeing a million and one female anatomies but it’s still weird to me. The last time I had gotten a massage from a male counterpart I was fully decked in clothes with an additional towel in between his hands and my body and even that was kinda cringe-y for me. I am quite a massage connoisseur. I have been to many massages so I know what’s good. I was expecting a lot of finger actions, i.e. kneading, squeezing, gripping considering the name of the place is dancing fingers but all I got was lots of oil slathered over my body and some palm and the back of lower arm action.. in other words: an oil rub! WTF?? I could give myself better action!! And I don’t cost that much! I didn’t even feel like I had a massage in the end. It was such a let-down. Did TIME magazine and whoever else even went for a freaking session with them?? ‘Cos seriously their reviews are highly misleading. Bad bad place.

Jari Menari
Jl Raya Basangkasa #47
Seminyak Bali
Tel: +62 361 736740

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