while watching germany play

sam: so which team does steinburger play for?
kim: who?
sam: steinburger.
kim: ... schweinsteiger?
sam: ...yeh, him.

my phone bill came!

so mum was looking through it, and suddenly she asks me:

"whose number ends in -363?"

"alan kan"

"oh, ok. annen -663?"

"winsome. why?"

"cause you called them A LOT."

now you know. i call you guys "a lot".

whenever sam or myself have a test, mummy will pray for us out loud in the car (when she's dropping us off at school, or at the train station).

i laughed when she said this about Sam:

*praying praying praying* ...take away the spirit of laziness from sam, and also the spirit of dumbness.

...and it was so much fun to give sam crap about it, until recently when mum prayed for ME:

*pray pray pray pray pray* ...and help her to do really well. take away the spirit of hunger and greed from her, so that she will not worry about food during her test.

-________________-
i... have nothing to say to that.

baby reel

Mum pulled out a couple of old photo albums last night, and we stayed up a little late looking through them before bed.

MAN, was I cute as a baby.

...I looked like a boy, but you know, that's irrelevant.
Not very chinese looking either (my eyes took up half my face), which was a bit weird.
NEVERTHELESS, I was cute.


Fact of life #2298

Every child - with no exception - whose parents owned, and were capable of operating, some form of camera at the time of said child's birth,
will have a potty photo.

Definition: potty photo
YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS. DON'T LIE.

Fact of life #2299

No matter how cute your misshapen head was, how happy you looked, how adorable you were in those striped pyjamas, no child will ever want The Potty Photo to (dis)grace the eyes of anybody outside the family. Heck, never take it out if you can help it. Do not acknowledge its existence (even though everyone already knows). In fact, when mummy's not looking, burn it.

No kidding.
I, personally, do not have a Potty Photo. No such picture exists in my album. That's right, I am Potty-Free! Potty Photo? What is this Potty of which you speak? Pfft. What? Who said that. I just told you, I don't have one! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!


Final Remark:
The same rules apply to The Bath Photo.

Knowing, Nicolas Cage

SPOILER ALERT: It's only a one line spoiler, but it's pretty major, so if you're planning on seeing this film, either be spoiled, or stop reading now.


So I watched this on DVD with my family last night. Not a bad film; good premise, quite interesting, lame ending, but not draggy.

Here's the spoiler: Nic Cage doesn't save the day. He can't. He fails @ being the hero. The world ends. *deng deng dengggggg*
We all found him rather lame.

And after the movie, all mum can say is this:

"Bruce (Willis) could've done it"

I wonder if she'll ever stop making me laugh.

miiiilk

Okay, so we were watching Edward Norton turn mean and green on DVD a couple of nights ago, when mum brings us some milk. Now, this is full cream milk and my body does not like full cream milk. It complains painfully when I have full cream milk.

Nonetheless, it was coffee milk, so I had a little bit before giving the rest to Sam (because my stomach was already starting to ache. just a little.)

This morning, I tell mum that I didn't finish the milk because it made me feel funny, and this is how our conversation went.

kim: Oh, I gave it to Sam, cause my tummy hurt.
mum: I know.
kim: You do?
mum: Yeah, I knew you wouldn't finish it because it's full cream.
kim: Oh, yeah. Okay. Do you think it's just psychological?
mum: Nope. You really are intolerant. I've tested you.
kim: YOU WHAT????????
mum: Remember that day a few weeks ago when you came back from uni and told me you didn't feel well the whole day........
kim: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
mum: Yeah. I gave you full cream that morning.
kim: And you didn't tell me?
mum: Yeah. Cause when you told me you felt sick, I felt bad. So I didn't say anything.

*at this point, I'm cracking up*

mum: It's not funny. It's definitely not psychological. I had to know. And now I do, for sure.


Mum seriously has to stop owning me like this.

scone(s)

I came out of my exam room this afternoon, starving. Good thing my mommy loves me and she packed me a date scone this morning :)

I was still eating it when I got into the car, cause I eat slow, and it's cool like that.
...and I was still eating it when we were turning off Karel into South ><

Then we brake suddenly.

...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
I was so cut.

But then mum turns around and sees my face.

"Eh, it's okay."

She sticks her hand into her handbag, and...


Is she awesome or what? :)

ten reasons why i still love you

...after 16 years under the same roof.


10. You're cool by association.

She-whom-I-am-referring-to has been circled with an ugly brown heart. Just in case you really couldn't tell who's who.
And yes Joy, I am implying you are cool.

9. You're sho tall.

Because that makes you easier to bulldoze over.
There's a bright side to everything :)

8. And it's okay. I used to be longer than you.

Keywords: used to be. I had my time.
Notice the datestamp on this.

7. You wash my school uniform for me, and all my socks.

This means a lot to me. Really.
Don't worry,though. My turn to wash next round :)

6. Kids with funny looking feet need to band together to fight off all the bullies.

Enough said.

5. You make me laugh.

All the time.
How can anyone not love that?

4. You love ice kacang, but you know I don't like red beans and corn, so you don't stir and preserve a bean-less, corn-less "domain" for me.

I heart you... ice kacang.
But not as much as I heart my sister.

3. I know that you used to be cute.

10 years ago when you turned 6. You were such a bad egg (sorry, direct chinese translation) back then. Nice to see that nothing's changed.
Oklah. Still cute.

2. I don't need a reason. I have no reason.

This is 8 minutes into your 16th birthday. I'm liking them PJs.

and finally...
1. Because you ma sistah.

And we cool like that.

Happy 16th Birthday.
Be good, now.

the things my mother says to pwn me deserve a blog of their own

conversation between the mother, the sister, and myself.

sam:

Rick was saying tonight how Joy's never had an "ugly stage", but in the end it was established that her "ugly stage" was when she had glasses.

kim:

Rick would probably look at me and say "Kim's still going through her ugly stage."

mum:

EH, it's a compliment if people say you're still going through your ugly stage hor. You'd be in trouble if you were already out of it.

bins and porridge

my mother said to me in the car on the way home today...

IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.
huh? what did i do?
it's all your fault that i forgot to put out the bin today.
...how is it my fault?
i don't know. but it is. now, tonight, i'm going to cook fish porridge for you-
YAY!
-but it's still all your fault.

yes, that was a random change of subject there with the fish porridge.

if i could have anything from the genetic pool of my ancestors family, it would be my mother's strength, and her mother's wisdom.

somebody woke up a little cranky

one of my relatives (an aunt) MSN-ed me this morning (it's amazing how technologically advanced they're getting), and after the usual small talk and pleasantries, she asked me the question that all aunts just looooooooove to ask.

unfortunately, it is a very annoying question.


aunt: so, got any boyfriend yet?

---(-_-") ok, here we go---

kim: nolah.

aunt: sure or not?

---OF COURSE I'M SURE LA. YOU THINK I SIMPLY LIE TO YOU AH---
---actually, that's exactly what you think---

kim: yes, i'm sure.
aunt: ya meh?

---why do you bother asking if you already assume i have one, huh? SERIOUSLY, save yourself the trouble and me the frustration---

it would be alright if they asked you, and actually believed you when you give them your answer. but there is only one correct answer to that question:

"yes, i have a boyfriend. he is very clever, and rich."

it's not just the relatives. my friends back in miri like to ask too. and the conversation plays out almost exactly the same way.
forget that i am only 16, forget that i am totally uninterested.
sometimes i wonder if it would be less frustrating to just make one up.

i really do love these people to bits.
but sometimes, i just wish they wouldn't.

it's someone's special day......

it's my mommy's birthday today.

she's been my mommy for 16 years, 8 months and 3 days...
and most of it has been pretty damn fantastic.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!

luvluv.

the lamp glows green

general consensus is that the physics exam was so sh*t crazy hard that...

we'll probably all get scaled.

172 marks in 150 minutes over 33 pages.

they're trying to kill us, i swear.


what kim, jane and rick had for lunch:

spicy beef rolls served with sauteed egg and leafy greens over poached noodles lightly tossed in brown sauce, courtesy of the culinary prowess of rick and kim.

translation:
sausage, fried egg and limpy lettuce with mi goreng.
kim made the mi goreng, rick made the rest.

we seriously need to go to TAFE.

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.

the latest from the mother

*looking at sam*
"you know, sometimes i feel like i don't know you."
*turns to me*
"and sometimes i feel like i don't want to know you."

caramellatte

Tra Vinh on Roe Street in Northbridge is dead and gone forever.
the hole in my heart that it once filled is now left open and gaping.
if we want good viet food, we now have to cram ourselves into the little Tra Vinh on Brisbane, a place that, as cheng loon puts it, gets "even more cramped after everyone has eaten their fill".


and this is what happens when the mother gets a cake craving...


she honestly doesn't care how she parked. in fact, she parked like this, we cracked up, she looked at the lines, then stopped the car and ran to the cheesecake shop.

i hope this isn't hereditary -_-

street directing to mandurah is very tiring

we took a day trip down to mandurah yesterday with the family.

i want to retire there.
it's so pretty (the lousy pics do it no justice)

every house backing the water has a veranda, a private jetty, and a boat and/or jetski.

even the places where we stop to pee are nice.

we spent most of the time just looking at the scenery. driving here and there... looking.

it'd be fun to go down there and actually DO something one of these days.

she smiles.

she falls

what just happened?

she's ok XD.

there is a sandwich in glad wrap sitting on the monitor

i decided to take some notes today for my photography task which has been temporarily put on hold (for two months) due to lack of inspiration.
read: i was lazy, so didn't do work. now in danger of not completing the course.

imagine my shock and horror when i realized that i'm actually using physics and g&t to understand all the stuff wikipedia is desperately trying to channel into my brain.
i thought photography was my relaxing subject.
i have obviously been grossly misled somewhere in between.

it is, however, nice to know that i remember enough physics and maths to work out what all that technical stuff means. *puffs in pride*cue cheesy smile*iamsuchanerd*


my life currently consists of the pockets of time where i am not otherwise engaged in a televised (and subtitled) representation of life.

note: representation.

because how often do you see a love octagon?
only in kdramas.


kdramas aside, i also had a long, long chat with a friend on the phone today, and out of the blue, she said:

kim, you're gonna grow up and have lots of problems.

i felt so reassured knowing that i have friends honest enough to tell me that i'm going to be dysfunctional forever. ahh... life is good...

...even for sam, who totally got OWNED by mum today.
and mum doesn't even know what owned means.

sam was lying on mum's bed today when mum walks in and sees her. mum turns to me, and proves once again that she is the funniest one in the family.

"look. there's a freaky thing on my bed."

you should've seen us trying to stop laughing.

sam is now 15

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

here's to you being my favourite sister XD.
that's right, you're my favourite...
not that i have much choice in that



ok, right now, my hunger is killing me. it's worse than when i wasn't actually eating. too late to find something to eat tho. plus i'm just lazy.

i shall spend tonight peacefully, then tomorrow night will be spent... i don't know yet.

anyway, HAPPY 15th SAM.

closer than my closest friend
someone who will be there till the end
my sister, sister
deeper than the deepest sea
no one loves you like a family
my sister, sister