lonely on the swings

printed lots of photos in photog today.. brought home two of them.. both include sarah.. for some reason, i have many many many pics of sarah.. i think it's cause of a lack of more worthy subject at the time.. wait, scratch that.. there was this really cute dog at the park when i was taking pics.. unfortunately, sarah's in the photo as well.. sigh~














this is one that i printed and then photoshopped to emphasize her loneliness on the swings.. XD.. she's looking at the swing next to her.. thinking that kim should be sitting there.. cause she's such a great person.. and cause... cause... she's just really amazing in general.. XD!!

i'll be there for you

better known as 'the friends song'.. it's a great song..

So no one told you life was gonna be this way // Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A. // It's like you're always stuck in second gear // When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but

I'll be there for you // When the rain starts to pour // I'll be there for you // Like I've been there before // I'll be there for you // 'Cause you're there for me too

You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight // You've burned your breakfast so far, things are going great // Your mama warned you there'd be days like these // But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees, and

I'll be there for you // When the rain starts to pour // I'll be there for you // Like I've been there before // I'll be there for you // 'Cause you're there for me too

No one could ever know me // No one could ever see me // Since you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me // Someone to face the day with // Make it through all the best with // Someone who always laughs at // Even // when I'm at my worst, I'm best with you
Yeah!
by the rembrandts

readreadread

finished reading jonathan stroud's Ptolemy's Gate yesterday.. third book in the Bartimaeus trilogy.. wanna know what?? it was damn good.

in your face jane!! sorry i spoilt it a little in the car today, but it was good..

i'm reading Sabriel now, by Garth Nix. it's good too.. havent read his keys to the kingdom series.. i did start tho..

books that i have to read and for various reasons haven't [e.g. no time, can't find it, no money to buy, can't borrow it off someone, started but didn't continue, forgot about etc.]: garth nix key's to the kingdom; christopher paolini eldest; david gemmel [the rest of his] legend series; eddings [the rest of] the dreamers series..... actually there's a whole list i have in my mind that comes up at odd times, usually when i'm not thinking about it [e.g. when i'm peeling oranges].. when i need them, i can't find them. oh, i'm also halfway through bill bryson's a short history of nearly everything.. as well as a jane austen book that i gave up on because i couldn't understand the language..

i need to go drink water.

i have to share

wednesday and thursday we had this science fair thing conducted by some year nine and ten students for the little year sixes... it went quite well and the best part was getting to miss class..

anyway, my group did a hydrogen and helium demo, involving poking balloons filled with hydrogen.. just so you know, test tubes of hydrogen pop when exposed to flame.. balloons explode.. everytime you poke it with fire, it bursts into this ball of flame with a "BANG".. needless to say, i loved it..

so at one point, i stole away to eat my lunch and this little midget kid looks at me and starts talking to me..
kid: can i have a sandwich?
me: i don't have one *tries to conceal my lunch*
kid: you do. you're holding it.
me: well, you don't want it. it's an avocado and lettuce sandwich.
kid: EWW!! *turns to his midget friends* she's eating a lettuce and avocado sandwich!!
all kids: EWW!!
and you know the worst part? i really was eating a lettuce and avocado sandwich.. my mum loves me so much..

and then...
kid: who's ms cheong?
me: oh, this teacher
kid: is she gay?
me: what?
kid: *points to graffiti on wall* it says so right there.
me: *reads the graffiti [shall not elaborate on this] moves to stand in front of it in an attempt to block it with her sizeable torso* oh, she's actually the gardener's pet dog.. forget what you just read.
kid: haha.. ms cheong is gay
and so on and so forth.. was i like that when i was 11?

usually when we're explaining, no one asks questions. there was one kid who broke the rules.. he raised his hand and i was so surprised i pointed at him and went "what?". he kind of started, but asked his question anyway.. what impudence! i referred him on to my colleague who happened to be better equiped at answering his query.

ben lent me his pda to listen to better days.. and i was listening while the others were talking.. then i accidentally pulled the earphones out and pete murray's voice filled the air going "put my face in my hands".. everyone turned around.. i totally suck..

the week of crapp

yes, crapp spelt with two P's because that's how crappy it was.

let me outline the details.. i could spare you, but please humour me for the next few paragraphs..

the work of the last four months finally caught up with me on monday. imagine a turtle at birth, when it first gets it's shell.. over time, the shell grows as the turtle body grows.. so the turtle progresses happily and naively for a few months.. but one day, the shell doubles it's size. unfortunately, in a cruel twist of nature and it's demented sense of humour, the turtle body is left as miserable and pathetically scrawny as it was before.

that's what it was like. i shit you not.

over the last week, i have developed a sincere, burning hate for the days of the week.. i swear that mondays were created to remind one of the unfairness of life.. in fact, it is strangely biased towards non-schooling things.. like fish.. sorry, bad pun [i.e. a school of fish] even my sense of humour is suffering. tuesdays are for remembering that you've got FOUR DAYS TO FRIDAY!!! wednesdays.. you'd think one would be happy that you're halfway through.. WRONG.. it means that you've got two days to finish all your work before next week.. thursdays are truly detestable.. i'm serious.. they serve no purpose whatsoever in the week except to make you more tired than anything else.. friday.. you look forward to it.. but wait, someone comes along and tells you "oh, you were supposed to get this done before next week".. WTH??

i was so tired this week.. everytime i got back after school, i just wanted to sleep.. i actually did.. at jane's place, i just die on the couch.. i reckon i should carry a sign around my neck saying "i'm not dead" for everytime i pass out on the couch..

like last week, i came home on friday.. skipped youth... finished dinner aroung quarter to nine.. conked out on the sofa.. dead in bed by nine thirty.. woke up at nine the next day... apparently, i slept 11 and a half hours straight..

great~

ok, i know about 20 minutes ago i was spewing some stuff about screwing the world, but i'm having this totally kick-ass chat about anime with a friend that i havent seen in 2 years..

seriously, this is the best - THE BEST - anime talk i have had in months... turns out there is so much that we both like... and we hate the same things too, even though a hell lot of people like them.. and we're recommending different animes to each other..

this soooo rocks!!! you know why? ANIME ROCKS!!

ok, i'm coming across as a freak.

some anime that's worth looking at.. POT, FMA, fumoffu, fruits basket, peacemaker kurogane, eyeshield21 [pure stupidity to the max], bleach, tsubasa, scryed, project arms was ok, inuyasha, one piece, wait wait, can't remember right now..

FF7: Advent Children is a must see for everybody, ok? OK??

oh man, i'm so addicted

screw it man

plan for the rest of them term [grand total of just under three weeks]

work my ass off this week doing all the work that i've put off over the last six months.. reports can't be changed after next week or something anyway... so after this week of tests and torture and trauma, i say "SCREW IT ALL MAN"!!!

by then i'll probably be happy enough to forget this rage.. but in the mean time, SCREW ALL THIS WORK!!!

now............. back to the "work my ass off" part of the plan..

the fly

first off, thank you sarah, thank you jon, for the kind offers.. maybe wesley guys arent as bad as i thought they were.. and yeah, you wanna go find him? he lives really near the school.. sarah can give you details..

anyway, the latest episode in the princess arsewipe diaries is ominously titled..... wait for it, wait for it...... "THE FLY, and the larynx"

--transcript--
background information: arsewipe is a self proclaimed, self-righteous vegetarian who is supposedly against killing animals.
arsewipe: *claps both hands on an unfortunate fly, then lets go. the fly flops onto the table*
kim: i thought you were against killing animals
arsewipe: i didn't kill it. *prods the fly* see, it's still alive.
kim: right, just admit you killed it, ok.
arsewipe: no, seriously, look. it's moving *ok, so the fly wasnt dead... yet*
in the background, radestock is telling the class how sorry doesn't mean anything. it's just a vibration of the larynx, or vocal chords.
kim: that's not the point.. it's not enough for you to insult me, now you gotta torture a fly.
arsewipe: i said i was sorry about yesterday, ok?
kim: *after being prompted by sarah* sorry doesn't mean anything. it's just a vibration of the larynx.
arsewipe: fine -
kim: but just cause i'm a good person - the bigger person in this case - i'll forgive you.
arsewipe: *speechless* *goes back to prodding the fly and trying to make it fly*
kim: get that fly off my file!
arsewipe: did you know that a fly vomits 12 times every second?
kim: i do now. where did the fly go?
arsewipe: i'm not telling you.. you'll kill him.. and how do we know it's a HIM anyway..
kim: oho.. it's a female. even worse, man. VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN, AUSTRALIA SAYS NO!!!
---fast forward--- now we're doing our work ---
sharne: where did the fly go?
arsewipe: *looks around. lifts his book. the fly guts are smeared all over the table*
kim: hah! you killed the fly.
arsewipe: no i didnt.
kim: yeah you did, you squashed it man. now clean it up.
arsewipe: *cleans the fly up* i didn't kill it, ok?
kim: come on, what, you think the fly jammed itself under your book?
arsewipe: maybe it just didn't wanna live anymore.
---MAYBE IT JUST DIDNT WANNA LIVE ANYMORE?!?!?!?!?!?!---
kim: what? you think the fly actually committed suicide??
arsewipe: i'm just saying....
sarah: it's ok [arsewipe]... denial isn't the only river in egypt.

--end--

the arsewipe

i shall not name this arsewipe, for obvious reasons... not that i am concerned about his safety after other people read this post, it's just that i am a reasonable person that actually holds a certain amount of respect for other people, even though they may be equivalent to RECYCLED toilet paper.. so we shall refer to him as arsewipe for the time being [thanks so much, ken, for this wonderful nickname]

wanna know what?? i've been annoying this arsewipe for the last two terms, and he's never put up a fight.. today, he talked back and i was like "yeah, he's responding!!!" cause that means i get to have a lot more fun.. so we went back and forth for a while, and it was funny..

now, when i insult him, i do it purely out of fun.. i don't do it because i hate him or anything - i mean, he definitely does not rank in my list of favourite people [doesn't even come anywhere close to 'favourite'] but i don't hate him.. so when insulting him, i stick to a certain standard.. there is a line that i do not cross - the line between funny and just plain evil...

THE BLOODY ARSEWIPE HAS NO SUCH LINE

first he calls me a faggot, right? ok, i'm not even the right gender to warrant that name.. then he moves on to "dick with a..." he got scared by the look on my face and stopped himself halfway... oh, to be sure, i smacked him hard!!! then i stopped insulting him cause he just went way too far [i won't go into the details]... but i did tell him in my serious voice that he'd crossed the invisible boundary between joking and just plain offensive..

lucky for him, i actually have standards.. cause there are a million and one things i could say about him that would really grind him into a hole six [thousand] feet under.. primarily to do with his race [indian].. see, i told you i have standards.. so that friggin' arsewipe is now a friggin' crossed the line arsewipe of a baby rat...... a baby rat carrying the plague..

what an asshole!!!

results and cousins

i just heard about my cousins' UPSR results.. UPSR is this totally prughkitmandiscldkfjenrargh exam that they force you to do at the end of primary school.. anyway, the results came out today, and both my cousins did really well.. one got straight As, and the other got almost straight As [the B in malay doesn't really count - i mean, it's not his mother tongue so who cares?]


there, that's a picture of cheryl, my totally cute cousin [the one who got straight As].. she's got a really big smile that stretches the length of the great wall of china and makes you wanna smile too!! her little brother is even cuter.. he's ten.. and whoa - he's got enough energy to play with polar bears.. except it comes in bursts and never lasts more than an hour or so.. i mean, he sprained his ankle when he was at my aunt's house - for holiday...


oh, here's a picture of him.. this pic says a lot about him, eh. and yeah, the person in yellow behind him has been cropped off because she totally kills the pic [i.e. has a totally retarded face on to suit his] the little boy's name is jonathan.. hmm.... i know three, no, four jonathans.. maybe more that i can't remember.. that's a lot.. i know between seven and ten jessica's.. that is sooooooooo scary..

stream of consciousness

australia vs. uruguay one nil overtime into qualifier shit wanna watch world cup next year brazil rocked last time breschiano dunno how to spell dinner smells good amy just signed in she was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead the song not amy oliver khan rocks uruguay goalie not bad but let one in already another free kick for australia woohoo!!! need cable sports channel sigh~
purpose driven life you are products of your past but you don't have to be prisoners of it another great save by uruguay goalie what the hell is his name uruguay in posession no goal dammit!! can someone just kick one in already game gonna go into penalty i bet another foul two players fighting over the ball this is better than live commentary wahahahahahaha that was so not funny don't wanna be an arsewipe you're a champ if you know what i'm on about
when i look at the stars i feel like myself moon was really bright last night fantastic header by uruguay player whatshisname was casting silvery light on the ground outside long shadows from the trees natural confectionary company snakes go aussie go and i'm not even australian
whoa that player is huge radestock rarghurgleghurghurghurgh DIE DIE DIE fine then i'll cook you the flame is burning me but hey it must be hurting that tick a hell lot more whahahahahahahaha constipation crossed with crazed look
sour mangoes

random pics

what a nice pic of jess and sarry!!


whoa, talk about aggro!!! maybe it's just cause i was sitting in front of her.. hmm...


why does jess look so good in all photos?? whoa, my head is damn big..


Q: how fun is it to eat KFC on the basketball court?
A: not very... blame will for it!!!


outside the science classroom.. like the way the pic is taken... makes sarry's head look big!!


yes, we're all very happy... cause we're outside on a sunny day, when we're supposed to be inside doing english.. damn windy, though..


candid camera!!!


how can you not love this picture??? it makes her look so... dazed?? dumb???


one of my fave pics of all time.. mainly cause we all look sooooo....... happy!!! they said i look like a fish.. i don't see it, though...


sarah and joey, sitting on the bus.. XD


yes, jess, we know you have good hair..

the wonders of blogging

never thought blogging could be so good for me.. started out as something to do when i'm really bored.. soon morphed into a distracting, if rather ineffective, form of therapy.. now, it's become an excuse for not doing homework... isn't that just lovely?

i've just been around looking at the blogs of my fellow peers, and i have come away with a whole new store of knowledge..
first, i went to look at me and sarah's team blog. that was extremely edifying...
then i went to look at andy's blog, which btw, is really worth your time.. it never ceases to make me laugh.
i left a comment at amy's blog, which by itself, has taught me an entirely new language.. in sarah's words "i'm embarrassed that i actually understand what she's talking about". funny though, some of the stuff she says. except the bits where she makes fun of my bodily functions.
checked out barbara's blog too - it had lyrics to a song that i was listening to this morning, coincidence?
had a look at matt's blog too. lots of bible verses XD.. thanks for commenting on my swearing..
looked at veron's blog.. lotsa words...
forgot to visit a few other people, but they can wait..

there were also a number of people who hadn't updated their blogs in about 6 months... sigh~ can't they see that i need the entertainment??

i came to conclude that you can almost totally tell what a person is like from reading their blog.. unless they're a serial liar.. [as i told sarah, it's a chronic disease i suffer from that can only be cured by eating six raw eggs with dogfood].. so if my deluded reasonings are correct, the person who owns this blog is a highly disturbed individual who has the apetite of six lions and the brains of a goldfish.

ahem

i feel good! denananananana... knew that i would... denanenanenane...

yes, i feel good. you know why??? cause i just had lunch!!! and what's so good about that?? i had LASAGNE for lunch!!! and what's so good about that?? my mum made it, and it tastes great!!! and what's even better?? my sister isn't home,... so i ate her share too!!!

BOOYAH!!!

ahem.. yes..........

sarah's response to that was "you WHAT??? older siblings are horrible."

yes, we are. especially when it comes to food. ken stole sarah's schnitzel, i stole sam's lasagne. my excuse: "how thoughtful of you to leave it there for me". but compared to most other older siblings, i'm pretty good... e.g. jane and richard set super high academic standards for andy to fulfill - smart-asses. good thing andy's pretty smart [sometimes]. sam's lucky that she has me as a sister... absolutely nothing to live up to.

my sis and cousins are all pretty tall.. and they always always make fun of my height. guess what rick said the other day??

kim: my nails grow really slowly. they might as well not grow at all.
rick: [tears himself away from studying] i just have to say this. kim, your nails never grow.. just like the rest of you. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

great~

stuff

inhaled helium today. wasn't really supposed to, but did it anyway. didn't do much to me.. then i got ben to inhale it..

Ben: *inhale* hello. *we all crack up* hello. it won't last long, my voice should come back soon. *pauses* hello. oh shit, oh my god!! it's not coming back. it's not coming back!! shit, oh my god! hello, hello. hello. oh, phew, it's back, it's back..

needless to say, me, jac, and TC laughed really hard watching him do that. cause apparently, accidents do happen and, if you're not careful, you can end up talking like tweety bird for the rest of your life. other stories include this little kid who inhaled so much without pausing for breeath..... he passed out.

and then we gave one to casper. this balloon happened to be pink.

he's so gonna hate me for putting this up. XDDDDD

then at lunch, me and sarah went to do some extra work in the photography room. i know, WE GAVE UP LUNCH. but it's all in the name of good [or in my case, not so good[] photography. anyway, the thing is, we were greedy and ate lunch for 15 minutes before we went, so we ended up with around 20 minutes of work time. usually, we take 20 minutes just to CLEAN UP!! but i really love working alone in the darkroom.. maybe it's just cause i'm not a people person. sheesh. but i found that i can work with 300 other people in that 10m x 8m room - except sarah. we tend to push each other around, but in the end, when the bell rang while we still had stuff in the fixer, we showed amazing cooperation.. she went out to dry our prints, leaving me to take care of the rest. i just grabbed everything left floating in the water - didn't even look to see what it was.

sarah: whose is that?
kim: [not even looking at what she was holding] if it's not yours, it's mine
sarah: no [as if kim is really dumb] that was the stuff floating in there even before we went in.
kim: [glances down] who cares?

then we jammed everything into our folders and proceeded to our next class - bloody s and e.. we had to write a useless essay on our culture and what crap. i had a major brain freeze - it's been going on since i was about three - and i couldn't figure out what to write. sarah wrote like, five pages practically non-stop. i struggled to make three, and i have to bullshit myself through the last bit. it went something like "as a kid, i used to watch a lot of cartoons, like the flintstones. they taught me lots of new words, like 'yabba-dabba-doo'"

btw jon

thanks for calling me a future eng lit student.. that's the closest anyone's come to calling me vaguely intelligent in a while..

and i love the bit where you go "the way u write is as mature and good humoured as most of my friends (and myself)".. sarah does that all the time too

*ps what's with the "good with the women" thing?

laundry frenzy

what is wrong with me?

rhetorical question. no one go answer it, now.. i don't really wanna know.

ok, jane's been cleaning up her house cause andrew's coming down here to study next year. [i know, she's so 'motherly'].. so today she was cleaning up andy's room-to-be [he's gonna kill me for calling him andy, but he can't talk.. he calls me "kimmers"].. anyway, 'cleaning' is a pretty loose way of defining what she's doing.. there would be no need to 'clean' if the bedroom wasn't being used as a laundry/storeroom yadda yadda bla bla.. it even smells of laundry powder!!!

yeah, the point is, the centrepiece of the room was a laundry basket comprised entirely of rick's laundry.. seriously, just this massive chunk of washed and dried clothing - unfolded, of course.. in that house, folding laundry is an event that happens everytime the sun explodes.. work out how often that is yourself..

i have no idea what i was thinking at the time.. but i sat down on the laundry/paper littered bed frame [don't ask me what happened to the mattress] and I STARTED FOLDING RICHARD'S CLOTHES!!! btw, just to avoid and unsavoury thoughts, this richard is not the retard who broke his arm punching someone..

now, this is not the first time i've done the folding for them, in fact, i've become familiar with lots of their clothes [i know, i'm such a great cousin *cough*cough*] but you really don't understand.. there is no way to imagine the amount of clothing rick has.. hell, he's got three times more clothes than i have.. he can't fit them all in his wardrobe. granted, his closet is pretty small, but the rest of his clothes are in a huge container on the ground, as well as the hooks on the door, a couple of extra racks, and... pretty much the rest of the house.

so i just stood there folding. and folding. and folding. then i came across some 'miscellaneous' items of clothing.. miscellaneous means anything that isn't a shirt, trousers, shorts, socks, or hats... if you know what i mean.. jane was like "they're clean............. one would hope"... sigh~ moving on.

by the time i was done with it all, i had a stack of shirts a foot high, a stack of pants/shorts that made up another foot, and half a foot of 'miscellaneous' items.. that's two-and-a-half feet of rick-laundry.. damn.. even jane admitted that i did it in record time..

then came the problem... where the hell does he have space for all the laundry that i've folded???

i swear, if it gets messed up, i will never fold for them again..

you betrayed me!!!

in english today, mr.withers was putting us into groups "ourside our comfort zones".. basically, that translates into "you talk too much crap when you're with your friends, so i'm trying to group you with people whom you totally share no interests with. so HAH!"..

so amy got grouped with erm... some other people.. can't remember who.. me and sarah were like "dear God, anyone but shyam, snyone but shyam", well, at least i was.. thank you God that neither of us got put with shyam [thank you, thank you].. we breathed a collective sigh of relief..

and this is how i apparently betrayed duncan.. mr. withers was picking people for the next group.. he got duncan, mike and josh in.. he was looking for someone else.. duncan went "kimberley.. mr.withers, pick kimberley, she's cool.." expectedly, mr withers didnt pick me [outside comfort zone, remember?] he picked sarah instead..

next group was me.. and sally and kyle.. and then mr withers picked matthew.. matthew went "haha, duncan.. i got kimberley." [sheesh, i feel like i'm the piece of licorice that no one likes, but wants just cause everyone else does] so duncan went "*gasp* kimberley, you betrayed me.. you betrayed me....... now sarah's my best friend"

T__________T

then in s and e, sarah sat next to me, behind duncan.. and he was like "you betrayed me, kim.. gimme five sarah".. i was gonna say "so what? matt's my new best friend" but his girlfriend was sitting right beside him.. duncan started laughing cause of that, and then he said he forgave me.. geez, that makes him look good and me look really shallow..

just another irrelevant look into my trivial day..

robbie

i read an article in the newspaper on robbie williams today.. ok, to be fair, it was the Sunday Times magazine.. but hey, it's still part of the newpaper, alright?? anyway, just wanted to share a couple of bits with all you people out there who don't read the newspaper..

"he's only interested in things that he's instantly and naturally gifted at. in fact, it goes further than that - he actively hates anything he can't immediately excel at."
'A dark star shines' by Caitlin Moran, STM November 6 2005

how great is that? now that is what i call attitude.. not particularly commendable, but hey, look where it got him.. the article goes on to say:

"with hundreds of other pop-culture icons, we learn how unhappy, confused, chaotic, excessive and sporadically ecstatic their lives were after they died - or had at least long since cleaned up and retired.
with Williams, on the other hand, we hear about all this stuff at pretty much the same time as he is living through it. his long term depression and 'addiction' to anti-depressants, his search for the future Mrs Williams... his sexual prowess on a one-night stand ("he's a real gentleman who knows how to please a woman"), his beliefs in the occult, his loneliness, his search for deeper meaning, and his phenomenal ability to break wind at will ("incoming!") - it all comes as dispatches from the front line."
'A dark star shines' by Caitlin Moran, STM November 6 2005

yeah, that's robbie williams for you.. i'm not a fan of him as a person, but i reckon his music totally rocks.. well, most of it anyway.. my first memory of robbie williams was watching his music video for "strong" [kick-ass melody].. all could remember thinking was how up-himself he was, just not in those words.. it was more like "he thinks he's so cool but he's, like, not."

ok, i'm distracted by the sky outside.. the sun's set, and the sky is dusky. it's a purply-grey that fades into a pale wahsh-out blue.. i can see the silhouette of a couple of trees against the light.. sooo nice................ and then there's that damn street light..

bones

friday 4 November, 2005
sitting on the staircase of room 32
lunch time

topic of conversation: weight vs. bone density
**note: i can't really remember exactly what we said, but it went something like this...

kim: ... he's shorter than me but his bones are a lot bigger than mine.
sarah: that's cause he's a guy. guys have bigger bones, e.g. my brother

[background info: sarah's brother weighs a lot because his bones are very heavy. this has been confirmed by some doctor who ran tests. ken is totally normal sized, no worries, and now has an excellent excuse to blame his weight on]

kim: hahaha. too bad your bones are so small
sarah: says who? *feels her wrist bones*
kim: *feels sarah's wristbones then feels own, sarah feels kim's wristbones*
sarah: oy, look who's talking.. your wrist is smaller than mine.
kim: no way *feels the bones again*... shit, you're right.. WTH???
sarah: HAHAHA... i can blame my weight on my bones... you can't
kim: *continues to compare bone size* i can't be the only one right.. *proceeds to grab random people and feel their wristbones... is dissatisfied with the result*
sarah: now i know why richard broke his arm.

[background info: richard chen is this - i'm so sorry to say - loser in our class who broke his arm trying to hit some other guy]

kim: why?
sarah: cause his bones were as brittle as -
kim: BRITTLE??? who said anything about brittle bones???
sarah: ok, ok... cause his bones were as *pause* delicate as yours..
kim: *too stupid to realise she was sarcastic* that's better...
sarah: haha... you got small bones..
kim: T____T sheesh!

top ten quotes

these are the top ten quotes from me, sarah and amy, as determined together by the three of us.. it consists of stuff that we say a lot, and also of one shot things that have stuck in our memory like two fingers fused with super glue..

top ten sarah quotes:
10) go for it [something she says when she wants me to do something that i don't want to do]
9) denial isn't the only river in egypt [although it was ripped off]
8) geez, shut up kim... SHEESH
7) what i am you are [for use when i am insulting her]
6) you're so retarded, kim [promptly followed by "shit, what i am you are"]
5) you suck, kim, you absolutely suck
4) we are inter-influential [that's her, always inventing new words]
3) crude and cold [her short and blunt description of me]
2) everything we do should be for mutual edification [in other words, you help me i help you la!]
1) retardability is radiatable [i shall not dignify this by commenting]

top ten amy quotes:
10) you gotta help me, YOU GOTTA HELP ME!! [often accompanied by extreme harrassment in the form of grabbing your arm and shaking harder than you would a cocktail]
9) i don't get it [common phrase following an andwer to the above]
8) can i have some food?
7) heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee [high -pitched non-stop giggle which seems to erupt uncontrollably every second minute]
6) squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaal [imagine an off-key C# at 100% volume]

5) squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaal [imagine an off-key C# at 1% volume, an amazing feat]
4) my great-grandfather is still alive......... like.............. he's not dead... [?!?!?!]
3) aww, poor baby
2) heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee [occurs so commonly that it deserves two places]
1) HI KEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [or alternatively, HI JON!!!!!!!!!!]

top 10 kim quotes
10) i need to pee
9) oh, how lovely [sarcastic remark made at anything that is aimed to impress... but doesn't]
8) what is your problem, asshole?? [reserved only for moey, because he's such an... well, do i really have to say it?]
7) i'm sowie [variation of "i'm sorry" that reduces others to laughter and allows her time to escape]
6) distance - if it doesn't break, it makes [how deep, how profound, how totally irrelevant!!]
5) [when criticizing amy's spelling] amy, your spelling is beyong help.. [thanks very much jon, for pointing that out]
4) [when some guy smeared something down my back, i turned around] HEY!!! *pause to allow them to cower* WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??? *pause, give them time to escape, see how merciful i am?* MOVE!!! *cause some guy was too stupid to get that i was gonna deck him at any moment*
3) wanna start something? [used when feeling aggro]
2) go away!!!
1) what doesn't kill you makes you fatter!!!

lack of skill

photograph taken by some dude named tony heald.. how unbelievably pro is he?? pro-er than me.. i'm not even worth a comparison.

i wish i could take photos like that.. i'd like to blame my useless-ness on the fact that my camera kinda sucks, but ultimately, it's cause i suck.. it's not the camera; it's ME!!

sigh~ this is all so melancholy.. like, i keep complaining, and there's no one listening... thanks, blog, for being such a RESPONSIVE listener.. sheesh... as if getting worked up over my lack of skill with a camera isn't enough.. i have to communicate with a computer because of lack of a suitable ear..

oh well, moving on to happier thoughts.. erm... i might have to get back to you on that one.. you actually gotta have a happy thought to blog about it..

kick-ass

this is seriously one of the best photos i have ever taken and printed... SERIOUSLY!!!

sarry looks so damn nice in this picture... and the composition is good, and the lighting is just right... ahh~ it's all good.. i reckon is my superios photo-taking skills... sarry reckons it's the choice of subject... sheesh.. i wonder why??

i took it at the playground near sarry's house.. it was one of those things that i suddenly saw and HAD to take.. accidentally posed photos are the best... sarry 's got some pretty nice ones too...