smarter people

some pissed looking aussie girl on big brother:

"... it's not that i don't get it. what gets me is your hypo-, hypocriticism, hyp- hypocricism - is that a word?" *continues scolding*

cue to change the channel before your IQ leaks out of your nose.


was talking to tim. it inevitably led to insults and threats.

"i didn't know someone so small could make me so scared. like a little piranha or something. small... yet... deadly. imagine it's a movie trailer."

and this totally cracked me up.

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
and is sam's full name samerley?

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
samberley

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
juuuuuuuust wondering..

kim says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

kim says:
what do you think

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
hmm

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
considering ur kim - kimberley

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
makes sense and good humour for the 2nd child to be sam- samberley

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
or smt

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
rather

kim says:
nah, her full name is samamotho

kim says:
*samamuthu

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
ooo

kim says:
sorry.. spelling mistake

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
is she of indian descent?

kim says:
nah.. my parents just liked the name

kim says:
that's why everyone calls her sam

kim says:
cause it's weird to call her samamuthu

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
wait

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
are u seirous?

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
lol

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
is her name samamuthu

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
dont kid me

kim says:
i'm laughing so hard right now

kim says:
i almost had you there

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
HAHA

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
LOL for real eh

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
shit man

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
u lie with a straight face

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even on msn i can tell

kim says:
ahahahahahaa... it's one of my useless talents

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
of its useful alright

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
u almost got me

TiMSuM- Yes.. smarter people ><>
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"smarter people" indeed XD. damn.. that was fun. thanks for making me laugh, tim.


[edit]: read tim's revenge. took him 30 minutes.

banban

mo's been watching grey's anatomy [mcDreamy, mcSteamy, mcWhatever] and suddenly, everyone has a mcName [registered trademark].

moey - mcStumpy self explanatory
will - mcSmoothie because he's smooooth. literally.
sharon - mcLame just because.
jo - mcCrap cause he said the mcNames are crap
jess - mcChicken because she is chickenling
putri - mcPut because the guys say she goes putput
ritz - mcGay? hey, the guys made these up.
albie - BigMac because he is... big.

and for some obscure reason, i'm called mcBanana.

no, not because i'm yellow on the outside and white on the inside. it's because i sometimes bring bananas to school to eat, and the guys find this hugely amusing.

hey, they're really good for you, AND they're easy to peel.

once when will wanted to talk to me, instead of saying "kim, kim!", he accidentally said "banana, banana!". it was a slip of tongue, but this too was deemed exceedingly amusing, and i was stalked to intro calc by three guys calling me banana.


it's a curse. my friends [totally different set of them] debated about the virtues of apples over bananas [or vice versa] and one of them made up a song. it was about a chief, a kim [more specifically, this kim], and many, many bananas. imagine if you will a song made up entirely of various combinations of just two words.

KIM BANANA KIM BANANA KIM BANANA KIM BANANA
the chief has a thing about people who are named KIM.
KIM BANANA KIM BANANA KIM BANANA KIM BANANA
the chief has a thing about people who are named KIM.
KIM BANANA KIM BANANA KIM BANANA KIM BANANA
nananananaannnnnananananaannaan (x8)

no. i do not know who the chief is.

and no, you cannot call me banana.


[edit] moey just reminded me of a few mcNames i missed.
sennie: mcCow because that's what mo calls her
jen: mcPeaches decide this for yourself
michelle: mcChippy no idea
yan: mcPorky yes, moey is mean

and perhaps the best one of all...
tze chiang: mcBastard

for getting full marks in everything while not giving a shit

brbs and spelling

pft... look what you get when you cross a science student with psychology101.

"why do you think nursery rhymes rhyme? rather than hey diddle diddle, the cat on the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon because it was travelling upwards at terminal velocity when it hit the gravitational stratosphere and was propelled via force of mass around the moon and back toward earth"

credit goes to finny for this one.


had an interesting conversation with sean about blog content about ten minutes ago. we discussed [whoa... DISCUSSED] how some people blogged very well, while others, not so well. it's a matter of opinion, essentially, but we both agreed that the blogs that are generally less engaging are the ones that go through the blogger's daily routine in minute detail.

the truth is, we don't need to know that you're cooking your instant noodles at this precise moment, and there is really no need to say "brb" when your pot boils over because it's not like you're talking on msn. [yes, someone said "brb" in their post, then said "back" in the next line.]

the blogs that i personally enjoy reading are the ones where the blogger can write of things other than what they wore to school or how many pimples they sprouted that day. i'm not saying you can't talk about your day at all, but "i woke up, then i brushed my teeth, shat a little, had toast, peanutbutter even though i wanted kaya but we ran out of kaya so shit right? so i had to have peanutbutter oh brb i need to go pee now" is just... a bit much.

the thing that really gets me about some blogs though, is how they don't use proper english. it's not that they can't spell, juz dat itz cooler to, lyk, have ur own way of spelin stuff, u noe? no use spelin proper or usin corect gramar coz dis iznt skul. ryte? even when i try really hard,i still can't replicate exactly that dialect that these select few seem to be able to comprehend. english is a wonderful language that comes complete with it's own spelling and phonetic system. use it. and don't add "nehh" to the end of every sentence. you're not japanese.

sorry to the people who write like this. i'm pedantic about my spelling.

maybe i'm being a tad hypocritical considering i tend to blog about what my day's been like about 80% of the time. damn, people probably think my blog is really stupid and shallow, and here i am criticizing the blogs that might be just a variation of my own. and most people know my spelling mistakes are usually of the extremely stupid kind.

so, in case i'm on your "annoying blog" list. i apologize. truly. i do.

but this opinion of mine is entirely my own problem. it's got nothing to do with how proficient people are with their language, or how they prioritize their writing. it's got to do with how i respond to it in context of my own use of the language. maybe i come off snobby, or silly. that's okay.

i probably am.

a lit joke

teacher: who was mary shelley married to?
william: frank.

laugh, dammit!

Mary Shelley was married to English poet P.B. Shelley. she was also the author of Frankenstein. it's never funny when you have to explain the joke.

then again, it probably isn't funny anyway. i was the only person in class who cracked up when i heard it. and people were looking at me and thinking "what the shit?".

wood, paint, springs, and love

yesterday, i got a warm feeling inside.

we were driving out of brockman park when sam suddenly went

"eee.. look at the businessman in the playground."

so i looked, and i saw this little family of three in the park playing in the playground. the first thing that caught my attention was the mother rocking the little girl on one of those horses with springs underneath. you know them? yeah.

only she was rocking the thing really, really fast. it looked almost violent. and she was laughing. the little girl just sat there being thrown back and forth by the motion, and the mother continued laughing.

that amused me to no end.

there are two of those rocking horses in the playground, and the father was sitting at the other one, rocking back and forth like a child.

it made me smile; it made me happy. because there he was, still in his suit and tie from work, shamelessly squashed onto a rocking horse designed for a child thirty years younger, watching his wife and daughter laughing and playing, at the same time leaving all his adult concerns behind and just appreciating what God's given him.

i only saw the scene for a whole of maybe ten seconds. but it gave me a lovely feeling for the rest of the day because i knew that no matter what kind of crap life throws at you, coming home to people that love you, more importantly, to people that you love, will make you feel like it's all worth it.

and it's alright to let go. it's ok to have your pants above your ankles and look stupid and oversized on a wooden horse on springs; it's ok to have people passing by in cars laughing at you. because once in a while, someone will walk past, and it'll make them happy to see you happy.

funny how it works, ey?

rufti lumours

school starts tomorrow.

whoopee.

let's not talk about this.

the refreshments out back today at church were really sweet. some wintermelon thing and another sweet thing [DOUDOUCAIBANG... no idea] that nobody had ever seen before. we were all eating it when kynan came by and said "hey, don't you think this tastes like lip balm?". then all us girls started gagging cause you know what? it did taste like lip balm. so gross.

kfc for lunch. said jane "we're eating fast food for lunch every sunday until we can find a good and little known chinese restaurant that is close by." then as an afterthought... "and cheap."

i ignored all the work i am yet to do before tomorrow in favour of watching a taiwanese serial. this interest i suddenly have in asian dramas was borne from boredom. and now it's a welcome refuge from doing work. we finished watching it started with a kiss today, which i actually quite liked because it's DAMN FUNNY. yes, i actually understood the jokes even though they were in chinese.

at the same time i can't help feeling that each episode i watch is a waste of my life. which it probably is. BUT... i'm learning chinese. my chinese vocabulary has benefited greatly from watching it. if i ever have to confess my love to some guy in chinese, i can do it with no problems.



something disturbing and wrongly funny at the same time. this is based on a true story. my friends in m'sia told me about this. names have been changed just in case. in case of what i dont know. but just in case.

btw, background info: barney is actually gay. he sms-es fred one day. the written transcript is courtesy of shitspitter. taken from onceuponatime. i backspaced some of the really super wtf disturbing shit shitspitter put in. do NOT read if you're very homophobic.

*notes for non-malaysians. perasan is kinda like... when someone isn't actually referring to you but you think they are. and pei in this case means be by your side.


barney:Hi, how r you? how was ur lovely day n ur lovely self?
fred:Well, my day is alrite, wat about yours?

-[B]barney starts to perasan that fred LOVES him at the moment where he replied barney's sms.-

barney:so wat r u doin now?
fred: im juz watching tv and thinking about something.

-barney starts to perasan again, he thinks that fred is thinking about him.-

barney: i think that ur really really cute fred. (he wanted to say sexy, hardcore, gorgeous too, but that's too 'rough' for the first time, maybe the next time.)
fred: owh...erm..thanks. you too...

-this time, barney is really perasan already, he's goin in for the kill-

barney: so do u wanna be my boyfriend??? i promise that i will treat you real good n pei u till the end of time n i promise you, i swear to god that i will NEVER BACKSTAB u in my life.
fred: huh??
barney: I also promise to love and care you, in sickness or in hardship, till death do us part.

5 minutes later,

barney: Why no reply de???
fred: erm, i was bz.
barney:oh ok, well i love you babe, MuAkZzzz NerHZzzZ..
fred: erm....Okaayy...(by saying Okaayy, barney thinks that he has accpeted him and is allowed to kiss him n stuff.)
barney: ok then babe, i gtg shuffling now...msg u later k?
fred: ok, bye.
barney: and oh, btw juz to let you know, im very PRO in shuffling, and some people call me the SHUFFLE GOD.
fred: okok. byebye
barney: ok, bye....S@aRanG H3yoH~~~ MuaKzZZz neErHZzzZ...


now do you know why he's called shitspitter? it was a lot more graphic before editing. and apparently, the sms-es really did go like that, but with less bunga la. barney did tell fred he was cute, and he did ask fred to be his boyfriend. where got shit like this happen everyday one?

damn, the manglish came out.

all my buts and maybes.

i don't even bother to explain anymore because no matter how i try, it'll sound like an excuse.

old promises made, agreements set down are made nothing by this slight.

pride doesn't leave room for negotiation and it becomes a matter of getting past limitations of communication. in more ways than one.

lack of expression, lack of response; a wall, a barrier to prevent words that we know will be wished back later.

comparisons, motivation, expectation. try idontgiveashit.

it hurts on both sides. no losses.

but no wins.

little girl fancies

am currently stuck on my G&T EPW on vectors so i am opting for the ever available, ever welcoming vice of procrastination.

vice (noun)
1) evil, esp. grossly immoral, habit or conduct;
2) bad habit;
3) particular form of depravity;
4) defect, blemish.

PROCRASTINATION IS WRONG!! i am an example of what procrastination can do to you. my previous G&T EPW was a totaly fail [8/24 anybody?], and if you're big on achieving high, procrastinating is not a good way to go. learn by example, preferably other people's.

so i was trying to figure out how i got an equation so perfect that it totally cancels out on both sides and i essentially have nothing left to work with...

-a + b = -ha + ha + b - a -kb +kb

when *deng deng deng* i spaced out. and i suddenly remember something totally random.

it was a little classroom incident from when i was in kindergarten. we all know that little kids can be very honest [*coughuntactfulcough*] and very, very shameless, right? well, when i was 5 or 6, there was this boy in my class that a lot of girls liked [to this day i do not understand why]. it just happened that he was a good friend of mine [the kind where your mother knows his mother and sometimes you go over to their house and play with the really noisy remote control car and eat all their food].

for illustration purposes, let's call the boy bob tan ki bum.

anyway, bob was apparently the hot stuff in our class, and probably his most notable admirer was this girl called ana. she had a cousin called abbie, also in our class [she probably liked him too, i forget]. anyway, ana and i didn't always get along because, well, it's self explanatory. i remember sometimes we were friends, and suddenly when bob comes along the good ol' "i don't friend you anymore" is pulled out.

but that's another story. just now, i remembered there was once the teacher left the classroom for a little while and what was a subdued bunch of children suddenly became a pack of rabid demons. in the midst of all this, ana suddenly got up onto one of the tables and yelled for everyone to be quiet.

then she screamed at us "BOB TAN KI BUM IS THE SMARTEST AND HANDSOMEST BOY IN THIS CLASS" and she turned slowly around the classroom, looking down on us and waggling her finger as if daring us to oppose her. there was a short silence, like everyone was too stunned to speak for a while.

then we all went rabid again.

because we have attention spans of about three seconds.

i do not think she would like to be reminded of this incident XD.

just wanna be a little bit less

this post was not constructed to offend. if you have an issue with it, that's your prerogative. just like this opinion is mine.


a conversation i had on msn yesterday.

hideki: i'm gonna tell you sumfink. this may change the way you look at me. i.. i... i.. weighed myself on some scales at target and.. and... my home scale is TOTALLY WRONG.
me: err... okay. how do you know the scale at target isn't wrong?
hideki: cause i used two.

which made me think. why is body weight [or mass, for the anal] SUCH a big deal with people?

is how much a person weighs really of such great consequence? i'm not even talking about people being overweight or obese here because that's more of a health issue, and i'm talking about a social/psychological issue.

me: so how off is your home scale?
*btw, his home scale usually says he weighs 49kg, which is really really light for a guy*
hideki: a lot. i'm 43 kgs!!!
me: shit.
hideki: nah, just joking. i'm more than 49. TT i'm fat.

hmm... since when is 49 kg fat for ANYBODY our age? unless you're only 4'8" or something, in which case, i beg your forgiveness.

me: so you weigh what, 50 now?
hideki: no. pschh.. one kilo. you can't call me skinny anymore.
me: 51? that's not fat.
hideki: no, it's a lot more. like, 3000g more.
me: can you just tell me outright how much you weigh?!?
hideki: i'm 54 kg *does crying thing*
me: -__________- i'm pretty sure you're still alright.

maybe it's just me, but isn't 54 kg for a 16 year old male [albeit a kinda short one] ok? maybe even on the skinny side? we spent time in year 8 health class taking everybody's height and weight so that we could calculate our BMIs [body mass index]. and not one person in our class was overweight, if anything, people were underweight.

but still, people all around me keep saying they're fat, or they need to lose weight, or they need to start dieting to get to the size they want. one of my friends, at fifteen years of age, went on the Jenny Craig program because she thought she was fat. yeah, she had put on a bit of weight, but she was nowhere near FAT. just because she weighed more than she used to. she did end up losing all the weight she'd put on, but only because the food she got from Jenny Craig was in really small portions. really, i can eat three times what she had for lunch and still have room for dessert.

we're 16. we're supposed to be growing. we can't compare our weight now to how much we were when we were 13. that's... just... odd. it's like saying "i'm so fat. i'm 45 kg now. when i was 8 i was only 25."

to satisfy my in-built busybody-ness, i asked a few people how they saw themselves. the two girls i asked said that they saw their weight as around average. going well, right? but one said she felt that it would be good if she was a little thinner. she actually felt that she NEEDED to be a little thinner. the other girl said

"i lyk to b thin so i can eat as much as i want to and not get fat. i think i'm normal"

but if you eat as much as you want to when you're thin, how do you draw the line for when you become "fat"?

"when my stomach is bulging"

ha ha. right. that happens to most people after every meal.

provided, that is, you actually eat a proper meal.

just so you all don't say i'm biased, i asked a couple of guys how they saw themselves as well. both saw themselves as having a healthy weight. one of them said he didn't need to lose weight, but he'd like to tone up XD but that's another story altogether.

some of my friends seem to have a semi-obsession with weight. what gets me is, it's all about the figure on the scale. they look and feel fine but the weighing scale doesn't have a nice rounded number like 40. hello? 50 is a nice rounded number too!! one friend once told me that she weighed herself everyday. every. single. day. [sorry to the people who do this] then other people went "yeah, i do that too." i was kinda baffled as to why because it's not like you're gonna put on 20kg overnight or something. one girl said she weighed herself three times a day. words do that no justice.

i don't have weighing scales at home. the household i live in has never ever owned a weighing scale. as a result, i've never thought about how much i weigh as being a big issue. it will not bother you if you just don't step on the scales. trust me, if you are getting really fat, SOMEBODY WILL TELL YOU. in my case, it's jane ["ohmygosh kim. did you get FATTER?"]. and ignore the stupid boys or bitchy girls who walk past and call you fat because they're probably just jealous of your curves.

and it takes being VERY VERY heavy to become obese. moey worked out, for example, that for me to become overweight - just overweight, not even obese - i'd have to be around 62 kilos. for me to be obese, i'd have to be 77kg. that's more than my six foot tall cousin weighs.

it's the people around you that say you have to look a certain way. it's in your friends who are thinner than you, those skinny girls on home and away, myer catalogues, the weirdly shaped manequins they use in clothing shops. but is it better to be thin? chubby people can be hot too, ok. there was an era where fleshy was nice. and it used to be in china that the fatter you were, the more beautiful you were considered.

now don't go out and immediately get fat la all of you [like anyone would anyway].

but just keep in mind. finding out that you're a little bit heavier, is not a good reason to start an eating disorder. or an exercise disorder.

it just means there's more of you to love.

for someone who wouldn't know it

[edit] 18/4/2007 1:37 a.m. people have been coming to me after reading this post and asking me whether or not i like the person mentioned as more than a friend. that kinda spoils the ideal, don't you think? so before more people ask, no, i do not have a crush on this person. the relationship is purely platonic, ok?


it's amazing how some people can be so selfless.

and at the same time, so stubborn.

someone recently told me that a friend of mine has been going through a few difficult things in her life. i already had a feeling about this, but he gave me the specifics and expressed his concern for her. and man, that concern.. you can tell it's really eating him up inside.

what he didn't mention, however, was that he had his own worries and stresses much closer to home. he's got his own stuff to worry about - and this is real stuff, not some stupid mid-term - but he's still worrying about somebody else. worrying about how she's feeling on top of all his own things.

and every time i talk to him, he still gives me a huge smile, tells me everything's going well in his life, because he's just that type of person. he truly sees the sunny side in every broken up yolk.

he'll assure me that he's doing brilliantly, then ask me how i'm doing. and no matter what i tell him, he'll say something encouraging; whenever i happen to be down, he'll cheer me up again. and you know what? it always works. he tells me sometimes that he feels really bad for his friend who has a particular problem and has confided in him, and you can see how much he cares in the way he talks about it.

he is one of the few people in this world that i will say nice things to directly. because say it any other way and his modesty and humility will get in the way. spell out his good traits for him and he'll blatantly deny them - he'll say you lie. he's just like that. and his selfless-ness will never let him talk about him so somehow he's always solving your problems for you.

where can you find a friend like that?

i'm not sure if you know who you are, because it would be just like you to think "wow, what a great person. wish i could be more like him". cause things like this just fly over your head. but for what it's worth, there's a lot of people out there who have more than just a little to thank you for.

you're really something, you know that?

one of THOSE posts

do you ever get those days where you don't do anything in particular, but at the end of it, you feel as if you've had a really great day anyway?

today was surprisingly pleasant for me. this is not to say that most of my days are crap, but today left me with a lovely feeling inside. it rained... and i like rain. mebbe that's part of it.

i found out that the amount of attention i pay to sunday service is inversely proportional to the how bored sean gets. two weeks now he's sat next to me and two weeks he has amused me with his fingers [he does weird things with them. one of them is cacat].

today he told me yo mama jokes. don't ask me how one second uncle james lee was talking about vacuum cleaners and the next thing sean starts giggling and tells me some dirty yo mama joke. and you people think I'M weird?

there's a new baby in church and it has really fat cheeks. it's quite cute, and frowns a lot. at me. all the time. it scares me. babies are the most distracting things in church. there are so many of them.

sam went to a party with kavan and alan right after church [yes, i am well aware of how dodgy that sounds] and you know, people just love making comments about my lack of social life. thank you very much. but it's that lack of life that keeps this blog updated... so watch it.

but here's the fun part. the cousins sent me all the way home, and i opened the car door to get out, was halfway out before i pulled myself back in and closed the door.

"i don't have house keys."

followed by a short silence.

"shit."

the ARE YOU SERIOUS?s and WHY NOTs followed after that. but they had no choice but to take me back to their place. i spent most of my afternoon in jane's room watching video clips and variety shows with her. we've fallen in love with some random korean little boy we saw in one clip. i'm not kidding when i say he is the most adorable thing we have ever seen. one guy from a band kissed him, and we were giggling over how ten years from now, the little boy will say "err... my first kiss was from a guy, from a boy band, on national television". priceless.

i then took a nap. it was a nice nap. until andrew barged into the room. and totally failed to see me sleeping. i dont understand how.

then i stood around while jane made dinner. it was actually really nice. pork ribs in char sieu sauce. courtesy of lee kum kee XD. then we watched more clips until i left.

i dunno. it wasn't an exciting day at all. but i have a really nice, warm feeling about spending a day like that. just staying at home and living around each other.

it feels nice to have a home.




[edit] moey is da bomb

when i can see my double spacing

this is scotchkey's 200th post.

i have nothing much to say, really.

but i'm thinking... 200 posts... do i really have that much to talk about, or do i just like to talk/write. i can tell you my life isn't exactly exciting, so i'm not thinking it's the former.

i guess... i've realized that a lot of times it's a lot easier for me to express myself in writing. it's so weird because most of the time, i THINK in writing. it's hard to explain because i don't know how anybody else thinks, but when i think, i automatically put it into sentences, paragraphs, CHAPTERS. and i only realized this a couple of nights ago.

and maybe this makes me weird. i don't consciously go "eeyore goes in paragraph three of chapter donkey". i just reword all the jagged thought pieces into sentences. then i leave a double spacing before moving on to the next idea. i can VISUALIZE the double spacing.

which makes me wonder how come when people ask me questions, i still can't answer in proper sentences.

crisis averted

i cleaned my room today.

it took ages.

because this is what it looked like before.


btw, these pictures were taken halfway through my cleaning process [because i found it so ridiculous], and so try to imagine what it looked like before i started cleaning.


my mom's room is at the front of the house while mine and sam's are at the back. mom feels lonely sleeping alone at the front, so she's been sleeping in my room. which explains the extra mattress.



my point is, ONLY HALF THIS MESS IS MINE!!! the other half belongs to her. and i had to shift my furniture around in order to accommodate the extra mattress. she brought the catalogs and coles magazines in, her bedding is on the floor [i did offer her my bed, but she liked the floor better], and is that a PLACEMAT?!?!?!?

but after hours and hours of tidying this sty by myself, and with a little help from the good ol' bloody expensive Dyson, i managed to turn what was a little sh*t of a hole into something that is somewhat livable.

nothing on the floor!!

i think if i'd left off cleaning for another week, my room would have been cordoned off and declared a danger zone; no entry unless dressed in full astronaut costume.

i finally have desk space again *sobs*.
can you spot the tim tams?

and ohmygosh... when was the last time i saw so much carpet?

TMNT

i went to watch teenage mutant ninja turtles, the movie, last night.

the original cartoon was way before my time, but i remember watching it on astro when i was a little kid. and i loved it XD.

so they're back; leaner, meaner, and in 3-D!!!


this movie was well done, i thought. they didn't bring in the original bad guy [shredder? stretcher? smeller?], but the other characters were there. i totally don't remember casey and april o'connor, and the foot soldiers don't ring a bell in my memory at all.

the only thing i remember clearly is michaelangelo eating pizza. another thing is that THE TURTLES USED TO BE FAT. well, not fat. but definitely chubby. it's not the same to have skinny turtles with bulging muscles. sigh.

the movie focuses a lot on the brotherly bonds of the turtles. sure, there's action and the bad guys get their butts kicked, but the main theme is the teamwork between the turtles [although we remarked afterwards "how come we didn't see them fighting TOGETHER?"]

but there were action scenes in there that i really liked. you can tell the CG nerds behind this one really had a lot of fun putting it together. i really liked the little bit where mikey skateboarded his way through the underground sewers, and my favourite fight was the one between raph and leo [might have spoilt this for some of you].



raphael, leonardo, michaelangelo and donnatello in their 3-dimensional glory.

cheng loon has this theory that michaelangelo might be an illegitimate child because his eyes are different from the others. while raph, don and leo have slit-ish eyes, mikey has round-ish ones... AND he has blue eyes!!!

rick was saying before the movie started how which turtle you liked best says a lot about the kind of person you are. you see, leo's the perfectionist, the leader; don's the smart geeky one; mikey's the playful idiot; and raph's the mega buff hothead. rick's theory is beautifully demonstrated by the fact that he liked leo, jane liked don, and i liked mikey [after watching this movie through eyes 8 years older, i still like mikey].

if you think you've outgrown the turtle fandom that gripped you as a little kid, you're probably right. but i reckon this movie is still worth watching. entertainment value. and mikey gets the dumbest lines XD.

arnotts, nabisco, they're out to get me!

this is what currently lives in my room.


it's family members [previous tenants] have included tim tam classic dark, tim tam latte, and tim tam tia maria. and they are oh-so-good with milk.



and this is tim tam original's room mate, oreo wafer sticks. together, they are on a mission to give kim diabetes.

i've realized there is nothing worse than having food like this in your room. when i'm watching stuff on screen, when i'm doing work, when i'm just chatting, i will munch on them consistently. and you think if you eat slowly you won't eat as much of it. but you're wrong. because you're slow and steady, and when you spend as much time in front of the computer as i do, that accounts for a lot of food going down that greedy gullet of yours.

even now, i'm steadily finishing off the jars of macadamia nuts and cashew nuts in my room. so heaty, so bad for me.

so i'm saying this to help you. because i really don't want you all to suffer the temptation that i do. i don't want anyone else going through the pain of eating tim tam after tim tam knowing that you're building up that blood sugar.

do not let arnott's take over the table space in your room!!

it's a curse

happy easter. Jesus is alive. got given a pink pamphlet proclaiming this last night when we were walking in the city. this morning i used it to wrap up the tissue i used to blow my nose. but you know what? it doesn't matter. because Jesus is alive. and all is well.

we were given eggs today at church. i dont like eggs, and i tried to give mine away to sean (i quote "i like eggs. *3 seconds later* i like eggs") but he wouldn't have it so i tried giving it to rick, who wouldn't have it either. later on, rick comes back to me and tells me that melissa [short girl in church] doesn't like eggs either.

"do you see some correlation between eating eggs and... height?"

like i couldn't see that coming.

was talking to my mum today when she mumbled something that went

"live on......... so on...."

whereby i said

"err... you do realize that doesn't make sense?"

and she replies

"why do i make any sense.... eh? i am mummy!!"

no joke. word for word.

and just then she started making some noise in my room. i looked up and she didn't say anything. it took a while for me to realize that she was trying to get me to notice that i was wearing my pig pyjama top, and she was wearing the bottoms.

i tell you, if anybody in the world is more random than me, it's my mother.

one day and counting

it's good friday.

morning service at church was different from usual today. but only got home at 1 something because of worship prac. so hungry - my breakfast was a tiny muffin and smiths chips.

the 16th birthday was yesterday, and i went to the city with a bunch of friends from school. we were this bigass group of asian people that... it was just really scary. i was walking in front, and at one point i turned around and i had to take a picture because I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A HUGE GROUP OF ASIAN PEOPLE IN MY LIFE!!

i am, of course, exaggerating. but how often do you go out with more than 20 people? try cramming yourselves onto an already full CAT bus.

okay, presents.

it walks.. it grunts.. it...... flies a balloon? from emily, nicole, alfred, joseph, zhenya, karina, nigara.... i think. it's so cute too.. thanks guys!


i really like this. william, MOEY, albie and ritz got this one for me. the hana kimi art book translated into english. niceeee.


talk about random stuff your friends can buy for you. this is definitely up there. it's cute tho, in it's... round penguin-y way. awww... i just looked at it again. it IS cute. from hillary, evelyn and yumi.

jack gave me a nice card and cold, hard cash [ten bucks XD]. sharon gave me a necklace [it's not that i didn't wanna take a pic, shar, but it was too reflective]. tze chiang wrote me the funniest card ever and wendy got me a pair of shorts and a cap. thanks guys!!



clockwise: socks from sarah, wallet from jess and erica, baby shirt from sarah, bag from sennie and ee wah. thank you very much. dunno what i'm gonna do with a size 00 shirt, but thanks.

we realized that there is no way you can go to utopia on james street without seeing someone you know.

all these pics were taken with my new baby - the camera my mum and sister bought me. thank YOU.

i slept at nic's house last night, and we watched a random thai horror flick where everybody dies in the end which totally defeats the purpose of what the characters set out to do in the first place. after that we had to go to the toilet together. and i forgot to bring the chocolate i put in her fridge home TT. oh well... i'll live i guess.

one day and counting.

once and only once

one and a half hours till i turn 16.

the good ol' sweet sixteen.

it's funny. i don't feel like i'm turning a year older at all. when i was thirteen, i thought being fifteen was way old, and that fifteen year olds were really deep. but just last week, i realized i was fifteen, almost sixteen, and that being fifteen was really no different from being thirteen.

i had a very interesting conversation last with a girl i have never met in my life.

girl: hi, i'm fifteen today.
me: oh, ok. happy birthday then.
girl: yeah. how old are you?
me: i'm still fifteen.
girl: oh, when do you turn sixteen?
me: next week.
girl: OOOOH... then you'll be legal to have sex!!
me: err.. yeah.. i guess so.
girl: ooh, just in time for the holidays too. *waggles eyebrows* i know what you'll be doing...

i find it funny how in australia, when you turn sixteen, you're allowed to LEGALLY have sex. no, you're not allowed your P plates, and you're not allowed to drink yet, but you can go have all the sex you want.

that aside, i really don't feel like i'm a year older. it's just another number.

but i'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts.

so here's to a great year with great people and fantastic grades [haha. wishful thinking on my part here]. i'm now going to set up a bed on the couch outside because my room has not been cleaned for so long, the dust is making my nose run and my eyes water.

two more days

i'm feeling kinda crap right now.

think i'm getting sick.

it doesn't help that i have a hell lot of work to do before the end of term. mostly chemistry.

double maths and double science has rendered me lifeless.