An Adventure Awaits!

It's been pretty hectic over the past few days, and now that I finally have some time to breathe, let me hand you some updates.

Last Friday was my last day at work and boy did the girlies prepare a wholesome feast!

Also I had a chance to try this yummeh thing:

Beautiful cheese.

Nanda Chicken, 11, Jalan Solaris 2, Solaris Mont Kiara, 50480 Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur

Just a note, if you like spicy stuff, this is your place. I was dying with level 1 spice. So proceed with caution and don't think you won't shit fire, cuz you might. You can thank me later.

Me when I see cheese on my food. 

Two things make me an incredibly happy person like in the picture above: 1) Korean food 2) karaoke.

There's this Korean place called  in PV128 at Wangsa Maju that serves unlimited supply of Korean food for the price of either RM25, or RM30. Most of its patrons go for the more expensive option since it appears to be more worth of it's value.

Imagine: endless Korean-style bbq pork & chicken. 
Best. Day. Ever.

Of course, you have a limited time to eat your money's worth without choking on your food, but I'd say it's quite worth the bang for your buck.

Thanks guys for the farewell dinner. You've made this girl (and her tummy) really happy. (sorry, no pictures)

Dinner was followed by an impromptu karaoke session that lasted until 2 AM (nothing compared to the times I sang at the karaoke in Tokyo till 6 in the morning. #ExperienceJapan).

Of course, that night's karaoke session was just a warm up. My entire Saturday afternoon was dedicated to singing my heart out with some friends, one whom I've not seen in over a year (sup' homie) and honestly, it was my first time trying out the buffet at Neway. It's honestly not bad! If I had to rate it, I'd say 8/10 (cuz giving a 9 is really generous and 7 is kind cheap). I wouldn't say that they have a wide variety of food, but it's enough to make your mouth water. They even had a waffle station! (Apparently the queue for a waffle was 20 minutes)

Sunday was when I bid goodbye to Kuala Lumpur and shifted back to my hometown (thanks mom and dad for bringing all the stuff back home). I don't know, it feels kind of 'meh' and kind of sad to leave after being there for 18 months. Maybe because I know I'll be back in a year.

No judging. 1½ years of stuff (though there's more in storage). 

Now that I'm back home, and suffering in the ungodly heat of this tiny city, I experience yet another troublesome and mentally challenging task of packing for a long trip.

If there's one thing I dislike about travelling, it's the packing. Sure, stuffing your suitcase with a few days' trip of belongings is easy enough, but packing for a year? Fam, I've been sleeping past 1 AM for the past 3 days figuring out what to pack, how to pack, and making sure I don't exceed my weight limit, while my mom plays the role of Supervisor (read: nodding off while watching me agonize over which article of clothing deserves a spot in my suitcase).

Old Man Randy has been keeping me and my mum company during the packing. And shedding fur over everything.
A way to make sure I miss him perhaps? 

See, I've had the grand opportunity to experience arriving at the airport without knowing that my luggage was overweight, and nearly missing my flight, all while still having to pay several hundred even though I tossed quite a lot of stuff. So you can imagine my trauma.

Where I'm off to, you wonder? Oh, dear reader, by the time you read this, I would be on the plane enroute to Sapporo.

That's right. The city of Sapporo Beer. Not like I'll be drinking it anyway.

I bet it's gonna be a very cool place. Geddit? 

Back to the point; yes, I'm moving to Sapporo for a year. Tadaa, surprise! Though some of you may have already known this. Why I'm moving to Sapporo, you ask? I  don't really want to delve too much into the details, but all I can say is that I'm going to be hanging out with uni students and feeling like a 20 year-old again. No, I'm not going to actually be a university student.

Obligatory airport-toilet selfie
Fun fact #1: my yellow Hamtaro pillow is 15 years old.
Fun fact #2: yellow is not my favourite colour. The point is being able to spot me from a mile away. 

It's funny, I don't feel nervous or excited even when I'm already at the airport. I don't think I'm feeling much at all! There's just this numbness mixed with anticipation. I do suppose I've done most of the mulling and anxiety checks during the packing phase, and now I'm just waiting. Literally waiting for the emotions to hit me. What ever it is.

Perhaps I'm afraid of feeling anything. Perhaps I don't want my body to betray me by shedding an ocean of tears and feeling like crap before embarking on a grand adventure such as this. Perhaps I don't want to encounter second thoughts and having my future plans influenced by them. In any case, I'm here now and that's all that matters.

So, I wait.

More updates once I land and settle down, so watch this space! For now, lot's of waiting.