raw noses

i was so so happy that i didn't get sick this winter. so so happy.
and in the last week of the season, God decides to play a cruel joke and give me a cold.
a large part of my bodily fluids are currently leaking out through my nose.


and the latest in fast food chains: KFE, Kentucky Fried Elephant.

i was enlightened today.
sorry, can't be bothered correcting all the spelling.

wooP! bball =D!! says:
cute, hot and preety is 3 diffent things ok
wooP! bball =D!! says:
like wayy differnt thing
wooP! bball =D!! says:
girls can be put into those 3 catagories
wooP! bball =D!! says:
hahahahah
wooP! bball =D!! says:
and dey all equally good
wooP! bball =D!! says:
a 10/10 preety is same as 10/10 cute

can anyone verify this? XD


special shoutout to jessie for turning 15 today.you're definitely the cutest aunt anyone could ask for.


mm.. aussie idol is on now. time for me to go pass judgement on people i don't know.

the pictures.

pics from metros.
i'm sorry, i'm too tired to write proper words.

at jess's house. i couldn't resist taking the picture XD.

jess, nigara, kim, nic, em.

people who appear in this lot of pics: jess, nigara, nicole, nathan, wendy, emily, hannah.

mr macmath did the coolest dancing ever!!!

i'm sorry, those are pretty much the only pics i have where people don't look totally drunk, tho the nathan looks pretty gone.
i'm off to bed.
thanks for sending the pictures, nic.

i'm still here

saw this on ching you's blog, as well as rick's and SOMEONE made me give it a go.

the rules were:

1. put your music player on shuffle.
2. for each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!

here goes...

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Boulevard of Broken Dreams

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Grace

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Beautiful Saviour

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
SOS

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Beautiful

it ends with naming the title of this post with the song that came on.

hmm.. i didn't know i was a beautiful saviour to my parents...
and my wedding is obviously going to be a happy one...

try it out, guys!

metros

four gorgeous girls crowd in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready for the event, while i sit in the kitchen eating a fantastic bowl of noodles and having a very absorbing conversation (about scoring 830 points in tennis, go figure) with a 7 year old boy.

i think jess came out to see just who i was talking to at one point, realized her little brother and i were deep in conversation, and promptly cracked up.

anyway, we arrived there a little late, and when joking about our punctuality, said

"yeah, we're fashionably late. we'll arrive there, the five of us will pose... and then kim falls down."

overall, i think the whole night rates about 4/10. it wasn't totally crap at all. it DEFINITELY had it's more charming moments.
ok, to be honest, i take points off for music. the DJ is fantastic, no doubt about it, but his choice of music just isn't the kind of stuff i like. i also take points off for the erratic blinking flood lights that would give a blind elephant seizures. and don't get me started on the crowd, the smell, the SWEAT.

everyone looked really good. really really good. even the guys, surprisingly. me and Nigara were whining about how all they have to do is put on a t-shirt, jeans, and they can look decent. we were rather impressed at their presentability last night. not so much the wildness.

she said today:

"how come.. how come they looked so good last night, then they look so shit at school. like THAT."

she is so cute XD.

caught a ride back with william after the thing. due to some failure in communication, i ended up being a spare passenger and four of us had to squash in the back. the three guys take up a lot of space and i ended up on the floor ><
worst part was, there was random breath testing going on, and william's mum panicked. they saw the police, and she snapped "william, get off the car NOW. and WALK." so will jumped out of the car and pretended to be a pedestrian as mum laughed nervously while blowing into the thing.

they've very obviously done this before.

all in all, it was a pretty good night. crap mostly, but the good parts outweigh that by far.

we all agreed, however, that we're not going again next year.

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

a hungry kim is an irritable kim.

26 hours without food.
14 to go.

filler

it's me blogging this time, not moey.

really.

last year, i signed up for the 40-hour famine, which is organized annually to raise much needed funds for the poor and needy children in less fortunate countries. we collect money, and then we don't eat for 40 hours - something about empathizing with the hungry children of the world.

anyway, it was pretty painful for me last year. you don't realize just how much you normally eat until you're not allowed to. i went without food for just 40 hours in comfortable conditions on a weekend; those poor kids go without food for only God knows how long in bad weather and dirt floors.

i am blessed. i get really hungry all the time, but i'm not starving. thank God. i love my food.

which begs the question: why did i sign up for it again this year?

which leads to a very important realization: the 40 hours without food part starts tomorrow night.
that's really soon.
i haven't had time to prepare myself mentally.
no food from 8 pm tomorrow night till noon on sunday.

i don't want to think about it anymore.

btw, if any of you out there feel a burden on your conscience to donate money to the poverty stricken youth of the world, do feel free to approach me with money in your hands. all donations welcome, and gifts of over $2 are tax deductible.


there is a chemistry essay due for all Kingwell's chemistry students tomorrow. will, mo, albie and i are currently having a competition to see who finishes first. the word count is as follows:

mo: 270
albie: 217
will: 133
kim: 97

and here i am blogging.

The cow list

[edit] another post by moey. he's blogging for a while. seems to enjoy it. you can tell it's him by the odd punctuation and bad spelling.


moey is a really cool and popular guy at skool. he sets a lot of trends, mainly they are all stupid ones which could be started by any 5 year old. he is just incredibly simple minded and anything could amuse this little boy. last year he started to give ppl 5 fives and BOOM! a new trend was created just like that and it is still going strong today. but now the newer trend which took time to develop is calling people cows.

this story goes back to the year 2006 when a lot of people were into maple story sadly even i played a bit. moey was on maple with sennie and he decided to go and annoy her, which he is extremely good at doing. he put his character on cloak and started jumping around and annoying sennie, but little did he know that magic attacks could hit him while he was in cloak. so sennie provoked the monsters and they all attacked him and obviously he died and he got sooo angry he called sennie a cow because in maple swear words cannot be typed.

from that day on moey has bin calling everyone a cow and this is his cow list which he helped me to produce in no particular order:

• barbara
• kimmy
• sennie
• jia yan
• karen
• jennifer
• karina
• eunice
• eunice
• eunice
• yan
• terri
• sharon
• jess
• nicole
• and basically everyone in the whole world

but little does he know each one of those people mentioned above think he is a cow himself. is it really that bad being called a cow? he has created anarchy among the herd of cows.

The idiot

[edit] moey was complaining that i haven't been blogging, so i let him blog for me. this is what he came up with. he wrote everything, i swear.


this all happened a few days ago with moey yes the same guy who hid in my in my bloody closet at camp for 2 whole hours. don't know how he could've done it but then again it is moey after all.
last term we all got given a handbook which contained information about a lot of stuff, i didn't read it because i was too lazy and i just shoved it in my locker. just last week i had a period off and moey decides to grab that book out of my locker and he began to start reading it to me. he read the section about sex not surprisingly.

he read me the stats and here they are:

• 75% of 16 year olds have not had sexual intercourse
• Around 7% of 16-18 year olds have experienced sexual attraction between same sex
• 37% of 16 year olds have given or received oral sex
• 57% of 18 year olds have given or received oral sex

of course moey being moey he claims that had sex already he really has no shame
i didn't believe the idiot of course then he reads me this other section about having safe sex.

• cuddling and stroking
• massage
• rubbing

did u know all those above are forms of safe sex? i didn't know until moey decided to read it out to me. of course after reading them out he begins to rub my arm and claims that he had sex with me and thinks I'm going to get pregnant obviously he hasn't learnt how babies are made yet. now he goes around rubbing girls arms and says that he had sex with that person stupid idiot really thinks he actually is well i guess it is good for his little ego.
moey gives really nice hugs and I'm not joking he really gives out the best hugs but now a days after he read the handbook I'm not sure if i want to hug him anymore it's kinda just freaky now

but we all still love moey even if he is a bit of an idiot =]

i wasn't going to go to metros.

but they bought a ticket for me.

they forged a letter of consent, and put in money for a ticket.

20 bucks to drink coke out of plastic cups and make weird body movements to music we can download for free.

we go home before the real clubbers even start.

i better get my laptop back.

the threat

"you're not getting your laptop back unless you go to Metros."

-________-

i am angry

"Parents will be allowed to create children specifically to help cure older brothers and sisters of common conditions under proposals unveiled today by MPs and peers.

For the first time, couples could use so-called "saviour siblings" to treat other family members suffering the kind of serious but non-fatal ailments that affect millions..."
[source]

i find this so wrong and it upsets me to no end.

because you can try to justify "creating" this "saviour sibling" to save the life of another child, but how are you going to tell the kid that the only reason you had him/her was because his/her brother/sister needed some blood?
do you say "we weren't really gonna have you, but you know, Johnny here was dying so we thought, why not?"

children are living, breathing people.
not commodities.
you do NOT make them like you're buying Panadol off the shelf at Woolworths.

true, the laws do not allow any procedure that compromises the life of the created child. but the fact remains that you had the child solely for the purpose of USING him or her. you don't want the baby. you want what the baby can give you, what you can get from the baby; it's commercialism of a different sort.

but there are always the grey areas. there are cases where seriously ill children cannot find a matching donor, and their parents see this as the only way to cure the child. i admit, this is where i start to have misgivings about my opinion on the matter. i know that if i were a parent, i'd probably consider this as well. but it's so hard when one child is dying, and the only way to save him is to compromise the quality of life of the other. you just.. can't make a decision like that.

butthere's never going to be a win-win situation. how could it ever be fair to the baby whose life is second rate to his brother's. how is it fair to the child whose only reason for existing lies in his blood type?

and you might think i'm being incredibly narrow minded about this, but i've heard many sides of the argument, alright? i am a 16 year old high school kid, so i can't possibly speak for everyone. but from where i stand, the situation is pretty ridiculous.

nobody can play God but God.

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.