listen

because this is how it goes...

you fall behind bit by bit and before you know it, everything piles up into one huge wad of insane.
you try to fix things, but instead of intermittent feuds, it becomes an ongoing storm with occasional sunshine.
you fail, and between anger and disappointment, all you find is weariness.

and you hate to admit it,
hate how you still try to keep fighting when you know that sooner or later,
you'll have to acknowledge it.


you're beaten.

and you did it to yourself.

tracy jordan

I have been watching 30 Rock for the last week or so, and I have discovered something remarkable.

His name is Tracy Jordan.

Tracy Jordan is a character on 30 Rock, played by Tracy Morgan. He loves to drink, party, engage in various acts of questionable legality, and is obsessed with maintaining his reputation as a crazy celebrity (yes, he WANTS you to believe he is crazy).

Tracy Jordan also has a wife and two (very opinionated) children, and for all his wild partying and strip-clubbing, he loves them very much. I mean, it's not an excuse to behave that way, but there was one particular scene in season 3 that really got me...

Tracy is talking to Jack, his boss.
Tracy: You don't get it. I don't want to spend so much. I have to. I'm afraid Angie will divorce me if I ever have enough money for her to live off a half. So before she can get it, I have to spend it all on useless things...

Jack convinces Tracy to get a pre-nup/post-nup to protect his assets in the event of a divorce.
Angie: So let me get this straight. If I sign this and then Tracy decides to run off with that chunky chick from Hairspray, then I get $8500?
*Angie gives Tracy A Look, then makes a disgusted sound*
Angie: What do I care. I'll sign your stupid contract. I'm never gonna leave this man anyway.

And then Tracy doesn't let her sign the pre-nup, because he's so happy his wife will never leave him.

Ok, so it's actually quite stupid (the show is a comedy), but I thought it was so sweet how he was so afraid his wife would leave him, because he knows he doesn't deserve her. It's like Homer Simpson... for all his terrible habits and general grossness, somewhere in between all the cobwebs in his head, he knows his family comes first.

So at least they've got it right :)

what would you do if i took those words away?

my friend just sent me some music that he wrote a while ago. it's only the music; a few chords thrown together; vary, and repeat.

there are no words to go with it.

and it strikes me that sometimes, you do not need the words. for all the emphasis we put on communication through speech, writing, and print, there are things that you just can't express with words,
some feelings, thoughts, experiences, moments where words are just inadequate, almost ridiculous in their inability to do justice to the immensity of the moment.

sometimes, all you have to do is sit and listen,
or take someone's hand,
or run around the backyard a few times,
scream with the wind,
close your eyes,
dance in the rain,
soak up the sun,
open your heart,
capture a smile,
remember a laugh,

and just be silent.

because sometimes, it's more than words could ever say.

every little bit counts

We're in a time of crises.

No, I did not spell 'crisis' wrongly. I do mean the plural of the word.

Water crisis, coal crisis, energy crisis, gas crisis...
You know how sometimes you say or hear a word too many times, or you stare at it for too long, and it starts to look weird?
The word 'crisis' is becoming like that for me.


We're being encouraged to save on water, on electricity, on anything we can during this time of deficit, which is completely justified because it's something everybody should be consciously (or unconsciously) working on all the time anyway, regardless of whether we're short of, or bathing in, the resources.

Apache office on St Georges Tce, late at night.

A scene of some sorts has been made over the fact that Apache Energy offices were caught, on camera, with lots of lights on in the middle of the night. Our state premier did a fancy, televised address to us humble citizens, beseeching us to cut down on our energy usage, and this company, (supposedly) big on the energy conservation thing, goes and pulls a stunt like this.

When you think about it, it's the big businesses like these that really use a lot of energy. Shopping centres, 658-storey office buildings, factories... They all consume a fatload of energy. The amount of power an average family uses daily is nothing compared to what these places are eating up.


Mom was talking about this crisis thing with her boss. We try to minimise our gas usage as much as we can (by 'minimise', we mean we turn off our central heating at 11 every night). When he heard, mom's boss looks at her incredulously, and then he says:

Why? You won't save enough to make a difference anyway.

And THAT is precisely why water and energy consumption is such a huge issue.


Because everybody thinks that they are so small, they won't make a difference to anything. Compared to the big kids, we're nothing. We are smaller than ikan bilis to the most massive species of whale out there, whatever it is (blue whale?). What we do will barely make a change on the grand scale.


But then, if we're talking about the grand scale of things, shouldn't every little bit count? The problem now is that you and I, our neighbours, our friends, and almost everybody that we know seems to be aware of the supply shortage, but also terribly aware of how small we are.

What we forget is that if I save a little, and you save a little, and everybody else saves a little, and Captain Planet does his thing, we'll end up making not a small difference, but a huge impact.


And this doesn't apply just to the gas thing, or the water thing. It's in everything. Nothing was born big. You think whales got that big overnight? Okay, bad example. Whale babies are massive. But you get the picture.


The point is...

Sometimes we have to start small.
But that doesn't mean we can't think big :)



p.s. I can't believe the Dutch lost!! Their first loss of the tournament and it's the one that ends it for them.

p.p.s.
Happy birthday BENCHAN!!
and you too, Daryll :)

could i really?

I listened to Linkin Park's remix of Crawling, and it got me thinking...

Thinking about September 11, 2001, and how the worst part of it was the afterwards, when the entire nation had to figure out how to cope with the devastation. It was sudden, it was scary, and it gave the people something new to fear.

It could happen again.

What the country needed most at that moment was not government aid; it was not a war, and it was not revenge. What they needed was reassurance - to know that they would be able to get past this destruction, no matter how crushing it seemed.

And guess what?

The leader of the country stepped up to the challenge and gave it just that.
It didn't matter who wrote the speeches, or how much they cared. He was there to deliver it, and to deliver it so convincingly that it not only gave the nation the support and strength to pick itself up...
It gave it hope.

"Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shatter steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve. These acts... have failed. Our country is strong."

I watched House earlier, and the brilliant Dr. Gregory House, MD said to his daytime-soap-star patient

"hope is for sissies".

Maybe.
But if it gets us to the end, then I think I could live with being a sissy.

this is what happens to my school fees

This is a classroom conversation in Physics. The class has been told to write up our Lab, which involves a bit of graphing, amongst other things.
Nicole, sitting next to me, is listening to what we say.

The teacher is, by the way, pretty cool. So it was all good.

--------------------------------------------

kim: Mr. L, is there any graph paper in this room?

MrL: *thinks* Well, Kimberley. You see, I have what is called a deficiency complex.

kim: ...O-kay. What's a deficiency complex?

MrL: A deficiency complex means I have a fear of being deficient in something. Which is strange, because we have an abundance of all things in this world, don't we.

kim: Umm... not everything.

MrL: You're right, you're right. What are some of the things where we have a deficiency?

kim: Oh, things like-

MrL: *exclaims* Abalone! (pronounced abaloney)

kim: mmm... Abalone!

Nicole: Aba-what?

kim: Abaloney.

Nicole: Babalooney?

kim: Abalon! (super Asian accent)

Nicole: OHH... abalone! Right.

MrL: What? How did you pronounce that?

kim: Oh, some people say abaloney and others say abalon so I usually just roll with whichever way the other person says it.

MrL: Oh, my wife does that too. It's very interesting. When she's speaking to Italian people, she has an Italian accent. When she speaks to German people, she has a German accent. It's FAScinating *is now lost in his own world and begins to pace away*

kim: WHAT ABOUT MY GRAPH PAPER?

MrL: *comes back* Well, the whole point of me telling you about my deficiency complex is that... There is probably some graph paper in that drawer over there, but if I give it to you, then there won't be any more of it, thus we have a deficiency, which I fear.

kim: Well, Mr. L. You see, I have this deficiency complex too. When I'm writing up my labs, I have a fear of writing too much because if I use up all my ink, what's going to happen then? *MrL has previously made comments about the brief-ness of my answers*

MrL: ...I do not encourage that particular deficiency complex of yours. It could be detrimental to your marks...

kim: And I'm not sure that your deficiency complex is particularly conducive to my learning...

MrL: Oh, alright. Let's go see what we have in the drawer.

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So I got my graph paper in the end, and so did the rest of the class. Took a while to get it, but mission accomplished.


And later on...

Nicole: Kim... you're so full of shit.

and again

Just a couple of weeks ago, two of my friends were discussing their diets.

It was scary.

"I'm on a milk diet. all I have is milk everyday."

"Really? You can eat, you know. I'll tell you what I do. Eat a little at breakfast, don't eat at lunch. You can eat a little if you want at dinner, but not until you're full. Just eat like, a couple of spoonfuls or something."

"Ugh... too complicated. I'll stick to just the milk."

What. The. Hell.

I cannot understand it. I can't. It just... blows my mind. It's not like they need to do that to themselves. Milk-girl weighs about 45kg and is about my height. Two-Spoonfuls is about 44kg and around 5'5".
What this means: BMI of 18 and 16 respectively (rounded up). Normal BMI for girls our age is 18.5-24.
What THAT means: They are both underweight.

Milk-girl is the friend who weighs herself three times a day.

I hang around with a bunch of generally very skinny people. I have a friend who's so skinny that her head looks too big for her body (yeah, like in cartoons). Out of all the girls I sit with at lunch, I think I'm the heaviest.

Nope, can't think of anyone who might be heavier.

And half of them think they need to lose weight.

I don't get it. I don't know how to tell them they're fine the way they are, and have them believe me.

It makes me sad.

Happy Moey-is-one-year-older-Day to, well, Moey.

I have just finished my supper, which consisted of rice and some really fatty meat. Mum purposely gave me that fatty meat for reasons that, for now, are rather vague. Says Sam, ominously...

"she's fattening you up..."
*cue the deng-deng-DENGGG*

Stress levels today went up a little.
I realised that I had no idea when my tests were, so being the responsible and conscientious student that I am, I checked.
Nearly had myocardial infarction.
Yes, it's actually that bad.
But it's alright. I shall deal with it.
Somehow.

so i won't hesitate no more, no more
it cannot wait, i'm sure
there's no need to complicate
our time is short
this is our fate, i'm yours.

I'm Yours, Jason Mraz

luvey weather

a bunch of us IMC youth (with one KMCer and a couple of funny GMCers) went to Mill Point for a barbecue today. it was fun :)

nice singspiration (you sang your signature outdoor singspiration song again, cheng loon), fun games (a little painful, tho, i'll admit), great food (chicken... nyum), and fantastic company (yes, that means all of you).

knowing that i'm there instead of at work also makes it just that little bit sweeter XD
thank God for good weather.


and my lovely day of fun in the sun left me with gifts!!

a sunburn and some newly defined tan lines.

welcome to the rest of my life

i just read tim's post on, err, life. and

"Wake up early, work, come home, eat, sleep
next day *insert repeat*"

sums up my life right now. to a tee.

i worked pretty much everyday (sundays included) during the lead-up to Christmas, and have been doing 6 days a week since then. today is my first proper day off (i.e. not factoring in days when the store isn't open) since the 22nd of last month.


i was reflecting on this last week when i had a disturbing thought.

this is what the rest of my life is going to be like.

it was a revelation, and i'm sure i would have felt slightly afraid had i not been so sleepy at the time.


because you don't know where life is going to take you; you don't know whether you'll ever finish high school, whether you'll get a degree, whether you'll ever learn to swim, to play the piano, to anti-differentiate reciprocal functions... whether you'll even be around to catch the next episode of That 70's Show on TV.

the possibilities are countless. our chances? slim.

nobody knows for sure what's going to happen next, all we can do is hope for the best.

finish high school with respectable TER, graduate with professional degree, get job with good salary (preferably with benefits), become CEO at 29, retire at 39, live rest of life on Island of Bob.

but what if hoping for that best is precisely what leads to the wake up, work, come home, eat, sleep, aaaaaaaand repeat kind of life?

nobody wants to get stuck in that trap.

like rickthewise said, it'd totally make a difference if you were working a job you loved.

"like those people who suffer for their art, but are really happy."
supposedly.

but you won't know what it's like until you try it out. then you might realise that the last 4 years and $20000 bucks of your life was wasted on a degree that got you a job that would never be fulfilling.

a job that rendered you lifeless.


so you know what?

i'm not gonna define life either.

and i'm going to agree with tim (for once) when i say that it's in the little things.
it's the in between stuff that makes us smile.

try
wake up, breakfast, work, help someone, mess around a little, come home, play, dinner, movie, ice cream, yum...

because it's not what you're given.
it's what you make of it.

to 2008

i am not in a reflective mood.

but the past year has gone by so quickly that i feel as if i need to force myself to remember it, or risk losing it entirely.

so here we go.

year 11 was not the insanely difficult year that so many people made it out to be. or maybe i say that only in retrospect. i remember telling myself at the start of the year that i would work hard and stay on top of things.


i failed. miserably.

the stress was, at times, hair-pulling crazy; but by grace, i somehow pulled through with a bunch of As, and 99% attendance.


i don't know where the 1% went -_-


i also lost the job i'd had for two years.
i hadn't realised that i'd been working there for so long.
long enough to see the people come and go, have kids, get sick, get better, grow up, grow old, die.

i even miss mopping the floor there sometimes.

but i got another job, and even though at this point it may or may not be permanent, it's keeping me occupied and earning me pocket money that i don't really have time to spend.

but when i do spend, i spend a lot of it ><. it doesn't help that i now work in a deparmental store that's generally pricier than the average Target or Kmart. and then there are the people - the things we did, the things we said, how we feel about each other. i've made new friends, become closer to some, drifted apart from a few, been reacquainted with others.
i love just hanging out and doing normal stuff together; i don't need to go out and do something special. it's the everyday things that make me smile.

it's not the parties or the outings we had together that i remember most. it's the little moments we had that stick out in my mind - like that time us girls sat together on that bench under that tree, and just made fun of each other.
ok, so we mostly made fun of karina.

special mention to G&T class, which was ALWAYS a pleasure to go to. always. i love talking crap and messing around with you guys.
yes, even though we look hell stupid.

i think william got shat on by crows the most this year. if not the most, then definitely the worst (hair, all across the shirt, hands).

we give each other shit sometimes, but for the most part, we just take the shit out of each other.

and all the games, jokes, food, food and food...
i think most of my spending went to food.

barbecuing in the rain may have been a tad optimistic, but we still got our food in the end.

and how could we ever forget three certain someones who crouched behind a rock in the cold for hours... just to be able to say "BOO. did we scare you?".

it's really in the little things...

lining up frozen and hungry in the rain.
playing cards till the wee hours of the morning.
deep and meaningfuls that were really quite scary.
building miniature fences with little sticks...
...then arguing about whose nut-head is bigger.
slacking off in the rainbow room.
sharing biscuits and bananas and muesli bars in intro calc.
sunshine, rainbows, butterflies.
and tears.
scars.
laughter.
smile.
along with scores of other things.


this year, i make no resolutions.
i make no promises.
i'll take it as it comes, because that's the only way you can.

live, life, love.


so here's to 2008,



let's make the most of now.

i feel so snobby right now ><

i met a guy from John Wollaston Anglican School a few weeks ago. don't worry, even he says nobody knows what that is. but anyway, he was telling me about how at his school, everyone works hard at the start of the year but gradually slacks off towards the end.

this is a good thing because it means that cut-off points for grades are lowered (i.e. if an A for physics is normally 80, it gets scaled down to 75 or something).

when he told me this, i laughed.

because where i go to school, the cut-off point for grades actually INCREASE as the year progresses.
normal people relax after they realise that they're sitting on comfortable Bs for everything and that they won't fail the year.

where i go to school, we are so bloody kiasu, if we get a B in semester one, we must top the subject in semester two.

at my school, you will find a large number of students upset because they only got 5 out of 6 As. (mind you, we have a lot of 5 A students who JUST missed out on the straight As. that's a lot of upset people).

and freakishly, you will also be able to find more than one year 12 student averaging >95% for CALCULUS in the middle of the year.

i realise this makes us snobby in a way.
i'm sure there are other schools like this as well (a couple spring to mind immediately).
and i realise i'm going to sound snobby when i say this.
but where i go to school, everyone does so freaking well, scores considered good in the everyday community are only considered average.
and the school is so proud of this, it gets a bit sickening.

there's seriously something wrong with us.
we need to take chill pills... overdose in some cases.

i feel so LAZY when i'm at school because there are people who are just so hardworking you feel like a bum even though you finish most of your homework and only OCCASIONALLY nap in class.


our school reports are out, and most people who've talked about it seem to come to the "it was oklah" consensus.
it was ok in the real world translates into mostly As, and probably at least one 90+ average.

the guy i was talking to was saying how he's very happy to be getting straight Bs this year, and he was happy to tell me all about it (btw, he does really difficult subjects like History and stuff).

i do alright at school.
i'm obviously not the best, but i'm not the worst either.

still, i always try to avoid telling people i don't really know how i do at school, because for some reason...

it's just embarrassing.

FINALLY! I'M FREE! IT'S OVER! and any other post-exam cliche you can think of

sorry.
i know some people haven't finished yet.

but i have XD.

this is the first night in a long, long time where i haven't felt guilty for not studying.
i feel so free... so liberated...

...so buggered.

after a lot of happiness and jumping around and general mad-hatter grinning, i'm just spent. i think it's time for me to REST. it's not exactly well deserved, though, considering i didn't actually study as hard as i should have for the exams.

but it's over now, and thanksgiving dinner at Pastor's place was so nice. Jono makes the most amazing BBQ chicken marinade. yes, Jono. there was cake, rusty bit me, and Tiff's almost 18.
there, lovely summary of the night.

happiness makes me want to help people.
it's weird, i know.
and then helping people makes me happy.
so it's like a whole chain reaction thing.


lesson #0505 in battling stupidity

on a day where the temperature reaches 36 degrees Celsius, no matter how happy or how excited or how free you feel (e.g. after exams), if you do not have a car and have to rely on Transperth and/0r the two stumps you call legs to get around, do not go to the city unless it is absolutely necessary. otherwise, you can and will suffer.
in fact, it is recommended that you stay indoors in air-conditioned areas far away from the ever stealthy reaches of skin cancer.
the fun in the sun just isn't worth risking melanoma.

point worth mentioning:

Tze-Chiang (a.k.a. McBastard) got a freaking crazy 98.6% for his intro calc exam. that's crazy. in moey's words "bastard... he got the mark i need to pass for the YEAR".

point that super PWNS the point worth mentioning:

it's okay. cause Tiffany Foo got 100% in her year.

bahahaha... it's people like these who screw the rest of us up for TEE.

tomorrow is officially my first day of the holidays, and much of it will be spent cleaning my room and picking up the books and notes and any miscellaneous crap that is currently strewn across the floors, tables, carpets, benchtops - indeed, any previously available flat surface - of my house.
i am not a neat student.

am suddenly feeling very tired and sleepy...
and strangely paranoid.
it's weird.

had a rather amusing conversation with sharon while we were walking today...
shar: you know, my mum said "i don't understand how kim can work and still do well at school."
me: hmmgh?
shar: yeah, she said she doesn't know how you can have a job and still study.
me: don't... really... study.
shar: then i told her that you seem sleepy in school sometimes, and she said "yeah, maybe... i saw her on friday and she looks very weak, and tired, and skinny. very weak ah!"

XD
that made me laugh for a while.


we were going through our poetry units in English today and i was reminded of a few poems that i actually really like.
that doesn't mean i understand them very well. in fact, my interpretation usually does the poet no justice. like how one poet made a brilliant statement on marriage using a lion eating it's keeper as an extended metaphor (The Lion's Bride, Gwen Harwood).
i took it literally.

(here comes the potentially boring part)
...proof that poetry isn't all lovey dovey sonnets written in a way that you're sometimes not sure if it's even in english...

Doctor to Patient Bruce Dawe

Please sit down. I'm afraid I have some
rather bad news for you: you are now seventeen
and you have contracted an occupational disease called
unemployment. Like others similarly afflicted
you will experience feelings of
shock, disbelief, injustice, guilt, apathy, and aggression.
(although not necessarily in that order)
and you'll no doubt be urged to try the various
recommended anodynes: editorials in newspapers,
voluntary unpaid work for local charities, booze,
other compulsive mind-destroyers, prayer, comforting
talks with increasingly less-interested friends.
It is small comfort to know that the disease
is universal and can accommodate
the middle-aged and thirtyish and strikes down
those in camps in Kompong Sam and Warsaw.
However you will discover, as time passes,
that your presence in itself will make others
obviously uncomfortable. Try not to let
your shadow, at this stage,
fall across your neighbour's plate; eat
with the right hand only; do not touch
others in public (this can be easily
misconstrued); keep always
down-wind, if possible. Please remember
you have now become our common vulnerability
personified. Oh yes. and, by the way,
you will be relieved to know the disease
is only in a minority of cases terminal.

Most, that is, survive. Next, please.

moey tells me to become a blogging machine.
this is usually a cue for the words to rush out from the depths of my mind, tripping over themselves to channel positive chi into my fingertips as they perform a rabid dance across the keyboard.

...
or not.


i finally figured out why i haven't been able to sleep during the first half of last week.

daylight savings.

that fleeting inability to adjust just makes me feel so... horribly... old.


it's okay tho.
been sleeping like a baby since thursday, and haven't been doing ANY work either, so the stress levels are currently under a somewhat unhealthy mode of repression.


so sarah says i have a disorder.
in her own words...

man, i'd really do psychology just for you.

you're weird.
and i really mean that.

people sometimes don't believe me when i say i'm weird. they think it's just one of those things people say because they're feeling a little embarrassed.
but when i say it, i'm usually not lying.


school in less than 9 hours.
what fun.

Brother Bear

we watched Brother Bear on TV just now.

i've seen it once before, and thought it was a pretty good film, but it's amazing how you can see so much more once you get a bit older.


there was this one scene in the film where Kenai, a human who was turned into a bear, and Koda, a real bear cub, were looking at ancient cave paintings. one of them depicted a huge scary-looking bear and a man pointing a spear at the bear. then Koda, the real bear, says:

"Those monsters are real scary...
especially with their sticks."

and that line, to me, is the point where you realize that good and bad are relative to where you are standing. light and shadow depend on the time of day, where you are, and what's around you. in the film, man thinks the bears are monsters, so they attack them. but to the bears, the men are the real monsters.

it's really just a very simplistic way of showing that there are always two sides to a struggle. you could write a whole essay on this, but basically, it all comes down to perspective. it all does in the end.
there's this one word in English that i really, really hate...

context.

you have to talk about how a person's context influences their values and attitudes and therefore guides them in shaping an understanding of the text in every single lit essay you do, and it's really annoying cause sometimes you just don't want to.

but i guess there's a reason they make you do that, because it teaches you to pick up things like this. it teaches you that everybody has different values, different beliefs, different priorities, and that it all makes a difference to the way they think. like how some people want to marry harry potter, but others think he takes himself just a little too seriously to be likable.

personally, i believe harry potter is just a character from a book.

but we digress.

we just always see things the way we want to, and somehow fail to consider the other side of the story. or maybe it's just that we refuse to. i don't know. but really, just put yourself in someone else's shoes and try to see what it's like for them.

heck, somewhere in the middle of watching that movie, i considered turning vegetarian.

a little about a lot

this is about a week's worth of blogging condensed into a third-rate post that really won't make for a particularly fulfilling read. don't say i didn't warn you.


i finished reading Arthur Golden's Memoirs of A Geisha on sunday. there was this huge hype about what an epic tale it is, and how brilliant it is and everything. but i've got mixed feelings about it. i have to say, the novel kept me riveted not because it had a particularly fantastical storyline, but because of the detail with which Golden describes the culture and traditions of the geisha of Japan. he describes details of people, places, and events in a way so explicit that you feel as if you are there, with everything going on around you.

of course, not everything he writes about has been described accurately. it is still, above all, a work of fiction and the author obviously twisted and exaggerated some little details to make it a more entertaining read. but towards the end i only read it cause i'd read most of it, might as well finish.

bleh. sayuri, the main character, isn't very likable to me. i didn't like the way the novel ended at all. all that uncertainty and painful build up for a half-arsed fairytale-ish ending.


monday night: a team of IMC-ers trouped up to Wooroloo(??) prison farm somewhere up north to share the love with the prisoners there. the people are actually just a few really decent guys who made a mistake in their life, and just happened to be caught for it. a lot of them are nicer than some people i know -____-

it was nice to see some of them really enjoying themselves, and even asking after we'd done the first song "are youse guys gonna do that again?" all in all, i think everyone got something good out of it. props to rick for running it, and to everyone else for doing a great job.

the car rides there and back were pretty alright too. on the way back, i put on the mask i used for the sketch, and told sean to turn around. i was in black, so all he saw was this white ghostly face floating in the dark, and he got so scared. then we all started playing with the masks and scaring the crap out of him. josh did this thing with his jacket that was so creepy... i got a bit freaked out even tho i knew it was just him. fun fun fun XD. and the jokes were really lame too.


JoRach's Java is the most lovable golden retriever i have ever met. she's a little on the playful side, but amazingly endearing. she's got these long, limp eyebrows over melt-worthy eyes that rick said he could fix with a pair of giant gardening scissors XD. rachel was not amused.


Matthew Vaughn's screen adaptation of Neil Gaiman's Stardust came out yesterday. i absolutely loved the book, and i want to see this movie. Neil Gaiman himself seems pretty happy with it, but Mr. Gaiman is such a nice person, i'm sure he wouldn't say anything bad about the movie even if it was hell crap.the previews don't look like the movie follows the book very much, but previews are always misleading. i'm quite happy with the casting tho, except i've never seen charlie cox in anything so i can't really say. still, he's playing tristan, the male lead, so i guess he should be alright for the role. i really hope it's not a disappointment.


i watched Pan's Labyrinth today, which i've been wanting to see for a while, but have not gotten the chance to till this afternoon. it is... fantastic. brilliantly violent, breathtakingly surreal, and hauntingly beautiful.it is a fairytale, but not one for children; i repeat, not for children (rated MA15+ man... don't play play). the characters are well portrayed, the setting is magical, the camera work is nicely done (i especially liked the transitions between scenes), and the storyline is absolutely fantastic.

guillermo del toro manages to turn what is essentially a simple story about a child's imagination into something richly dark, dangerously revealing, and utterly enchanting. if you're not squeamish, and have a slightly unhealthy interest in the morbid, then it's a good watch. leaves you something to think about.


i'm so tired -_________-

i passed my laptop (you know, the one i broke... hur hur -_-) to a friend of mine whose dad is an engineer yesterday. the father said he'd try to fix it for me.

today, my friend came and told me quite cheerfully that my laptop is currently "in small bits all over the floor of the house ^^".

i feel reassured. this is not strange, because if the guy can take it apart, surely he can put it back together.
right?


been spending the last couple of lunchtimes watching the upper school three-on-three basketball tourney. yesterday's game was really great: one Ritz, some William, and a little Moey played against a couple of tall-blonde-aussie-netball-playing chicks, and a big Darrshan.

the little guys won it cause the other team couldn't see them XD.
ok, so ritz covered the court really well, william was damn fast (i want reflexes like his), and moey can jump surprisingly high. the three of them have good teamwork (played with each other for years), communication (the indonesians speak indo while moey goes "OI, english!"), and the thing that got them over the line: they just love playing the game.

today's game was... brutal. one side played really rough, and the other were NOT playing their best. totally didn't have fun watching it. it was, however, the only game with a respectable amount of spectators. asian power for the win!


had a formal assembly this morning.
semester one award winners acknowledged.
thank You.

the cap doesn't fit

my head has grown bigger.

literally.

my hat felt a little tight at work on saturday, but i thought it was just the way i'd tied my hair. but yesterday...

yesterday i had to loosen it a bit before it would fit nicely.

why moey finds this insanely funny, i do not know.
my head is about the same size as his waist. someone measured it last year.

but oh well, more space for brain.

dying to it

there are some feelings that just can't be expressed adequately in words.
at times like these, pictures are good.
but it doesn't make a difference when blogger refuses to upload them into your entry.
it's been like this for a few days.
i never thought i'd feel it so much.


to celebrate the good times
to help me through the hard times
to bring me down to earth
remind me what's important
who comes first
who comes first


gotta keep reminding myself that.