georgie porgie

in the car today......

kim: Georgie Porgie pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry. when the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.
mum: Georgie Porgie is a twit.

stopping here

having yet another classic "time passes so quickly" conversation, only with someone who thinks WAAAAAYYY too far ahead.

sean: so scary. soon i'll be having TEE.
kim: eeyer... then you'll be in uni.
sean: omg. uni. then work. then die.

-______________________________-
nice.

not only does he think too far ahead, he thinks way too fast as well. what happened to all the bits in between?

what ARE the bits in between?

i just had a bowl of soup, and nine dumplings.

now, i also have a tummy upset.

you tend to make friends with people you get along with; people you can talk to, people you can laugh with, people you click with, people you understand, and who understand you back.

people you like.

good people.

and it's all lovely and wonderful and all that crap because you're surrounded with people you like and every day is a happy day. your friends are awesome. you love them to bits.


but you grow up a little, and you start to realize all your friends are flawed.
but you can forgive that, because you know that essentially, they are good people; you love them, and you get past their faults.


then you grow a little older, and you begin to see the flaws in yourself.

and these aren't as easy to forgive.

it was a cold and windy day.

it rained too.

i will never understand the logic behind Sam [5'7"], Joy [5'6"?], and Melanie [5'4"?] using Melissa [5'1"?] as a windbreaker.

they obviously found it pretty funny themselves.



and when you let jono have his way......

you get a bunch of wet, cold and hungry people hiding from the horizontal rain behind a wall. it looks like a line up.
but do not be deceived by the smiles that you see on some faces. we are angry people. those are not happy smiles. they are sinister ones.

be afraid. be very afraid.

at 1.45 am

she woke up confused; lay there, not knowing where she was or what she was doing.

who am i?

an emotion she did not recognize flooded her core; she felt cold, so cold, on the inside. instinctively, she rolled over onto her side and curled up into a ball.

it was then that she saw him.

he was just siting by her bed. she did not know who he was, or what he was doing there; all she knew was his smile.

"how are you feeling?"

"okay, i guess."

she felt strangely at peace as she watched his face light up, felt the warmth of the smile that widened across it, felt safe knowing he was there.

it made her wonder.

"who are you?"

the look on his face following these words almost made her cry. they stared at each other for an eternity.

"you don't remember me at all, do you."

softly said; a statement, not a question.

the sorrow she felt then was so thick she felt she could not breathe. tears streamed down her face as she realized the enormity of what she had lost; a tear for every memory she could not recall.

but a warm hand found hers, and held on until the tears dried up.

"don't cry over the memories you've lost," he said.

"we can always make new ones."

on the road to cockburn

sport in upper school happens once a week and it's done out of school. and you get to do all these dangerous things like climbing up a vertical wall and surfing in jellyfish infested waters.

so i chose to do ice skating for sport this term. i figured that the worst that could happen was that i would lose a couple of fingers if someone skated over them.

but i realize now that if i had actually lost fingers, it would've been from frostbite. never underestimate gloves, people.


the bus ride to cockburn is always fun. well, usually, depending on who you're sitting with.

there's the normal... then there's the not so normal......


this is nigara in her very nice, very warm top.
but the blend of wool and polyester in the hundreds aside, how pretty is this girl?


melly the superwoman. great in photography, awesome in lit.
brilliant in general.


we're supposed to wear "sport appropriate" clothing when we go to these things. people tend to dress up quite a bit though. but i'm usually the person who's too lazy to bring a change of clothes for sport and i end up just wearing my school stuff there. even when i wear a skirt to school.
how ironic that on the one day i actually decide to bring a change of clothes, nobody else does.


after six weeks of being on the ice, i can finally skate decently. try to avoid being near me though, cause i might be able to skate, but i still have zero balance and can, and will, make you fall over.



and the cafeteria made so much money out of us kids because after a little bit of speed skating and crazy tricks [in most cases, painful falls], 16 year olds are FAMISHED. hot chips were high in demand and i swear they order extra bags of them every friday. we usually eat at least three rounds of chips. multiply that by everyone, and you get a hell of a lot of revenue [oh, it's 20cents per tomato sauce too, and SOME PEOPLE can't live without it].


but today was the last week of ice skating for us. i'm quite glad actually. fun as it is, it gets old after a while. imagine skating round and round and round and round and round and round......

only with lots and lots of equally unstable and often rather crazy people.

she said she'd had enough.
he said he'd try harder.
but that's what he always said.

he said he was sorry.
she said she was past forgiveness.
because this wasn't the first time. or the second.

she said it was over.
he said he'd make it up to her.
but he never did.

he said i love you.
she said goodbye.
inside, she cried.

killing time

was reading a post on andrew's blog when i thought it sounded awfully familiar. like, seriously familiar. like something my brain would come up with. then i got to the bottom, and totally cracked up. too good, man. you have to read it.



the little Me to You bear that i bought on sale and love so much.
but i bought it for wendy's birthday, and it killed me to put it in that little bag with flowers and give it to her. well, almost killed me.

said moey: why don't you just keep it, if you like it so much?
said kim: because it's Me to You, not Me to Me.

the lameness is spreading.

"sooner or later, television will have more resolution than real life"

KNJ
wise friend, a.k.a tofu.

i watched the first Death Note movie yesterday, and i quite liked it. it's clever, though there are a few plot holes and it ends just a little bit too neatly, but it makes me want to watch the second movie. which i will get around to once i'm OVER THE STUPID EPW AND PERIOD ZERO.

i like Death Note because it's terrible and original and because the character L is just so fun to watch.

and moey likes it because of this:

Hikari Mitsushima as Sayu

...as well as all the other girls in the movie. funny how all the females involved in the story just happen to be so attractive, huh.


four papers back, one to go. i hope it doesn't disappoint.



[edit] SOMEONE is dissatisfied that no picture of Misa Misa from death note appeared here.

this is the other reason people watch the movies.

how i spent the better part of an hour

my english homework this weekend is to devise a representation of what it means to be Australian. trying to concoct a coherent anything has been something of a challenge.

i just don't have enough of an affinity with the country to be able to spit out something that could accurately represent the meaning of being aussie. it's quite sad. i tried, i really did. but i ended up with something that...... well, it's the only way i know how to express it, but i don't think it's quite what my teacher is looking for.


What It Means To Be Australian

I am not an Australian; neither by birth, nor by nationality.

I am a Malaysian, born and raised for most of my life in Sarawak - the largest and most culturally diverse state in the whole of Malaysia.

We are 124 thousand square kilometres of tree, river and carnivorous plants which don't stop at the insects, but have been known to treat themselves to the occasional small mammal.

We have vast, untouched rainforests, a cave that can house ten jumbo jets, nose-to-tail, and the world's largest flower, which actually smells like rotting flesh [but this is a fact never advertised in the glossy tourist brochures].

We share our land with 28 ethnic groups - each with their own language, culture, and cuisine - living in harmony in a country that is defined not by our Gross Domestic Product, but by the people who make it what it is.

Sarawak is known as the land of the hornbills, though the only hornbills i have ever seen are the ones made of wood, which serve to distract drivers as they navigate the roundabout in the old part of town. Even so, we are proud to have that name, despite the fact that one in three children do not even know what a hornbill is.

The people of Sarawak love their food. Food is our reason for existing; it's the reason we get up every morning. The local food is fast, cheap, sensational for your tastebuds and damning to your cholesterol.

In terms of development, we are probably not the first. The opening of a Starbucks in one of our humble cities was the most exciting to happen for a while. There are people from other parts of the country who think we still live in trees, and we tell them that we even have elevators to get up there.

Sarawakians love Sarawak, but we are not so stupid that we cannot see its faults. We will complain about the litter while chucking an empty packet of chips out the car window. We will curse the heat one day and glower at the rain the next. But we will defend this place fiercely, and shamelessly proclaim it to be the best in the world.

Because we are proud of our place of birth; we have a loyalty that is so deeply rooted that we don't care how stupid we look when we say it will be the next Big Apple. Most of us move away, but we will go back to visit year after year after year because it has something that no other place does.

It's home.

And that is what i think it means to be Australian.

5 minutes gone

something amusing i saw on somebody's PM.

"I AM WAITING FOR A VERY IMPORTANT ANSWER TAT WORF TO WAIT FOR......I WILL WAIT TILL THE DAY U WAN TO TELL ;)"

i was once again gripped by the vice of procrastination, and could feel myself tumbling into the trap of play now, die later-ness, leading to the inevitability of a typical last minute work session when sharon said:

kim... get off your ass!! you're not doing anyone any favours like this. just do it. you can do so well, but by not doing anything, you're throwing your life away. time is precious; every minute gone is 60 seconds of your life wasted.

granted, it was a little intense for the situation, but it made me think. about what, i'm not sure. but i'm sure i will have a moment of profound realization later on tonight.

no man has more courage than the man who can stop after eating one peanut.

channing pollock

why is everybody doing this to us?

you know, there are lots of good things in this world, but only a few that we really appreciate.

and we appreciate them, but at the same time, we take it for granted that they will always be there.

which is why the shock when it leaves us is so great; why we are so torn up about it, and why things will never be the same again.

hainanese chicken rice at bullcreek hawkers has gone up from $5.80 to $6.30.
don't laugh. 50 cents is a lot of money. e.g. for some students, it's the difference between catching a bus home, and sleeping in the busport.

the whole menu has gone up in price.

but they're so smart and sneaky they printed the new menu on the same type of paper as the old one, and they did it up exactly the same way, so you don't notice unless you're a cheap asian like me.

it will never be the same again.

house was a repeat

you know people have been studying too much when they start to say certain things differently.

instead of saying i need to pee...
they say i need to excrete some bodily fluid.

thanks finny. you're too nice.

i need tissues

i promised myself i would do some work tonight, but i can't. i'm just too tired. i would go to sleep now, except i've just had a big bowl of porridge and to sleep right after eating is bad for digestion or whatever.

instead, i am blogging.

we were talking about the exam period today, and emily was saying how she didn't go online for the entire two weeks. mo and i looked at each other, then smiled because we were pretty much perpetually online.

em: yea loh!! you know, i went on kim's blog the other day, and i realized that SHE STILL BLOGGED EVERY DAY DURING THE EXAMS.
me: no i didn't!! i only blogged about every other day.
em: still.. i didn't even go online. you should have been studying man!!

i stress to the point where i can't even eat, and i still blog. the sun could blow up and i'd probably find a way to blog. i seriously need to get a life, or at least leech off somebody else's.

oh, i got a pay rise. makes me happy.

watched spiderman 3 on sunday afternoon. it was pretty good. i love how peter parker is SOOOOO dorky, but him thinking he's so cool just makes you cringe. there were parts in the middle where i thought that it could honestly move a lot faster, but the ending wasn't bad, and topher grace was a good Venom. sandman was pretty cool too.

finished watching casino royale as well. i had to cover my eyes at the sicko torture scene, but i really liked the movie overall. i like daniel craig a lot more than pierce brosnan, maybe because he's more ordinary, more human. or maybe just because i just didn't like pierce brosnan. and daniel craig is so cool in the last scene. nice to hear the classic "the name's bond, james bond" at the end, as opposed to at the start.

blogger won't upload my pictures and i have a headache that makes me wish i'd be less stubborn and swallow a tablet-ful of paracetamol. mo's a neurofen boy, i'm a panadol person.

my eyes hurt. the orange lights on the taskbar won't stop blinking. have to do something about that.

6.5 hours a night just isn't enough.

today is monday

he said: i'm not violent like you.
she THOUGHT he said: i'm gonna violate you.

exam results are coming out, and some people go "woohoo" while others go "F$#*". can't say anything yet cause i've only gotten one paper back. but i'm getting ominous premonitions of profanities being uttered that are entirely unbecoming to any 16 year old girl.

i can't remember much from today. it's kinda hazy now.

but by popular demand...

Perth Royal Show, October 2006.

said cheng loon: i am popular, and i demand it.

how can they do this to us?

i'd just like to wish all those people who are starting their exams in the coming week all the best. i know that you've all studied hard, and i know that you will all continue to be the diligent students that you are and that you will all achieve to the best of your ability.

i'd also like to say that

HAHAH! MY EXAMS ARE OVER!!

man, i'm evil.

but really, i do wish you all the best.
it feels shit to fail.

the last two weeks have been extremely weird for me.

for one, i realized that stress does the most horrible thing to me.

i cannot eat when i am stressed.

yes yes, i know, most people eat like starved rats under stress. but i can't. i just lose my apetite completely. there was one day [the day before g&t] where all i had for breakfast, lunch and dinner was one bowl of noodles. no, not one bowl each. one bowl between three meals. and even then i only ate out of habit.

of course, once i got over myself i felt so hungry that i ate everything i saw and mum had to tapau something for me.

it's stupid also because my stress comes not from actual studying, but from the fact that i can't make myself study, and how the hell are you supposed to pass without studying? my brain automatically generates the ohshiti'msoscrewed message, and i stress like crazy.



i also discovered that i always have to eat two tim tams. i can't stop at one, and i can't eat more than two. of course, if i eat two in the morning, then another two in the afternoon, it's a different story. but i always eat two at a time. just one of those things.


anyway, i wasn't so stressed about chem so i opened up a packet of tim tams that i found in the pantry. i still like classic dark tim tams best, i think. these are okay, but they're just very, very sweet. sigh, dear arnotts, time to cut down on the sugar.

but perhaps the more pressing issue is this: WHY ARE WE BEING DEPRIVED?

everybody knows that a packet of tim tams is supposed to have 11 biscuits in it. ELEVEN. not 10, not 12 [tho if you wanna give us 12, i guess it's okay], and definitely not 9.



look at that. count them. look carefully at them.

i knew something was wrong when i opened them. i knew it. i noticed that the gaps between the first three biscuits were uncharacteristically large, and then i had to take the whole thing out just to check because i couldn't believe it.

SNEAKY BASTARDS! the packaging is still the same size; they just give us less biscuits. look at those gaps. you can fit another 5 biscuits in there if you pack them closer. easy.

grr... i know that a lot of manufacturers are maintaining the same price for their product, but giving the consumer less of it in order to increase their profit margin. but that tim tams would go down the same path is just...... very distressing.

in fact, so distressed was i that i ate three biscuits instead of two.

which was one third of the packet.

damn.

one piece of bread

sorry.

i'm too lazy to blog tonight.

too lazy to upload pics.

too lazy in general.

and too hungry.

so just read this: 5 corporate lessons.

fail me not now

i am so tired.

just one more paper to go.

and i'm buggered.

it's amazing how you can read every single word in a chapter on applications of radioisotopes and not be able to digest anything beyond "a radioisotope is an unstable isotope of an element."

what a waste of life.

shoutout to moey: because i promised you, and then i forgot. bet you forgot too.

i was shampooing my hair today when i felt the huge bump on my head from hitting my head on a locker door yesterday. don't ask. i was rubbing the bump [still freaking hurts. it's amazing] and thinking about the physiology behind bruises. i need to rub it to get the blood moving again. wait, so did i break any blood vessels? ohcrap, what if there's a blood clot in my brain? isn't that bad. doesn't that restrict blood flow to certain parts of my brain. won't i eventually get brain damage? i won't be able to move and...

and that was when i realized i'd been watching too many episodes of House.

one paper to go. and this is how i feel.

the dim saw

this is the fantastical tale of two boys and one chain, their flowery shirts, and a bloody saw.
penned by the brilliantly stupid minds of two of the greatest writers of tomorrow: Toad and Butterfly.
so let us hope tomorrow never comes.

the story begins...

he woke up in a strange place, knowing nothing except... except... that his name was... dim.
he looked around, there was a person lying next to him.
his name was cheng loon.
how dim knew cheng loon's name, he had no idea since "he woke up in a strange place, knowing nothing except.. except... that his name was... dim"
it came to dim then; he knew cheng loon because
of the name tage that said "cheng loon" attached to the flowery tropical shirt cheng loon had on.
dim then realized that he too was wearing a flowery, tropical shirt and that his own nametage said "butterfly"; dim liked that.
dim then felt cold, unyielding steel on his knee and looked down.
his heart began to race as he felt panic choking him at the sight of
a long, steel chain attaching his knee to cheng loon's adjacent knee.
what was this? some kind of sick joke? he didn't know, but at that moment, cheng loon began to stir.
in a moment of panic, dim punched cheng loon out cold again.
cheng loon fell back to the ground with a thud, and dim realized there was blood on his knuckles.
dim starts to panic (as if he wasn't already) and looks for an exit from the vile recesses of this strange place.
he tries to get up, but is restricted by the chain binding him to cheng loon. he probably shouldn't have knocked cheng loon out again.
he realizes that the only way to free himself is either to revive cheng loon or to sever the chain and run.
being the idiot that he is, he tries to sever the chain first, breaking all his nails and losing three teeth in the process, failing miserably.
he then sees a saw on the ground beside him.
he wonders whether he should saw through the chain, or through cheng loon's leg.
he tries to saw the chain at first, but it proves too tough, so he has to make an important decision: to saw through cheng loon's knee, or to revive him.
he undergoes a great internal struggle; reviving cheng loon was a drag, but so was sawing through his leg. and then... brainwave!! he'll start sawing at the leg, which will revive cheng loon... eventually.
so he decides to just saw through cheng loon's leg... he closes his eyes and begins sawing.
it isn't until he feels the pain that he realizes it was probably a bad idea to close his eyes.
it's too late... before he realizes it, he has sawed through his own leg. the wrong one.
and when cheng loon woke up, all he saw was an unconscious guy with a half severed leg, chained to his knee.
so, being the sadistic person he was, he just hacked through dim's leg and freed himself.


here ends the epic tale of a boy who lost a leg and a half. the conclusion is: dim is a loser, and cheng loon is a bastard.

**this is a fictional story. any resemblance between names, characters and events are purely coincidental.
ish.

she twitched and he had to stare

a.HZ: you... haven't grown much taller in the last three years hoh.
me: no -_- i haven't.
a.HZ: yeah, we were expecting you to shoot up... but...
me: TT

i've worked out that i'm probably more likely to grow in the next three seconds than i am to start studying. it's that bad.


am currently listening to Jon McLaughlin and i have to say, he's not bad. some of his stuff is a bit too slow for me, but there are a couple of songs i really like.

After all we’re only human,
always fighting what we’re feeling,
hurt instead of healing,
after all we’re only human,
is there any other reason why we stay instead of leavin’
Human, Jon McLaughlin

She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home
Beautiful Disaster, Jon McLaughlin

i had a really, really cool dream two nights ago. the kind that makes me go "damn, i need to write it down and then maybe one day it'll be made into a movie". it even had it's own cast of celebrities already.

no joke. i dreamed a blockbuster.

basically, there was an angel [kim jeong hoon] who came to earth to... i'm a little fuzzy on this, but i think he was here to destroy us one at a time because we're such horrible people. so he's got this hate-mission against all humans, but he's got these two housemates [sandra bullock and some-dude-i-forgot-his-name-once-i-woke-up] who show him that people aren't all bad.

ho ho ho! yes, i am aware that this is the lamest dream ever. and no, i do not know why it was specifically those people in my dream. all i know is that at one point, sandra bullock gets herself hurt and she's bandaged up and lying on my kitchen counter, and kjh is standing by my pantry and this narrator voice says "he hated them. but at the same time, he couldn't help looking at her every time she twitched."

bahah- what the hell?

every time she twitched? i think that was my dream trying to be romantic there. it obviously doesn't know how.

and yes, it was cool while i was sleeping - really like watching a movie - but it kinda lost it's magic once i woke up. damn.

i've written it here tho, so that 30 years from now i can look back and laugh myself silly. it's just so...... random. but seriously. it was the coolest dream for the first five seconds after i woke up.

i'll laugh if a movie is ever made about something like this.

tagline: she twitched, and he had to stare.

forget it for a while

it's all in the attitude.

doesn't matter what you do, have the right attitude to it and there is no way you're not going to do well and have fun.

i'm probably the last person you should be taking this from, because my attitude towards a lot of things is - sadly - bordering on the macabre *cue evil grin*. nah... i'm just not exactly little miss sunshine, if you know what i mean.

but today was special.

started out with a chem exam that was a lot more bearable than expected. i'm thinking an A for this one XD. hoping. praying.
but the important part was that i went in feeling good about what i'd keyed into my calculator studied, i prayed desperately, and i came out smiling.

okay, so i needed to pee halfway through the exam, and then i couldn't remember which room i was in because they all freaking look the same - rectangular metal boxes with smelly carpet and lousy insulation. good thing the teacher saw me and started laughing, otherwise i might never have found my way back.

after the exam, i was really tired, and i really wasn't looking forward to going to work. but then, while i was sitting on the bench outside of Woolworths, i brightened up. i don't remember what i saw, or what i heard, but i brightened up suddenly, and i was happy.

you know, it's amazing what a positive outlook can do. i skipped up to work, where i started early so that the boss could go home and have a bit of a rest. that made her a slightly happier person; and since i really didn't feel tired anymore, i worked really well [except when i knocked a drink over. but i cleaned that up. so it's all good]. red bull gives you wings, but who needs wings when happiness gives you a concord?

you know how sometimes you go to the shops and the shop assistant gives you the evils and smirks when you knock something over and you just don't want to be in the store anymore? it works inversely when you meet a lovely, friendly store-person, and you come out realizing you just spent $200 on... you don't even know what you bought.

and it really makes a difference when you're nice to the customer. happiness is contagious - annoying at times, but contagious nonetheless. if you smile at the customer, they'll [usually] smile back, and somewhere between obligation and politeness, they might actually mean it.

sometimes, people are simple. be nice to them, and they'll be nice to you. if they're not, be nice anyway. keep smiling; cause the best part is realizing that you've just put a smile on someone else's face.

it might make their day.

and probably yours too.

so smile.

it only takes 4 muscles.

ok, i made the 4 muscles thing up. it probably takes more muscles. but just pretend it takes 4 - count each cheek as one, each eye crinkle as another. ok?