lonely on the swings

printed lots of photos in photog today.. brought home two of them.. both include sarah.. for some reason, i have many many many pics of sarah.. i think it's cause of a lack of more worthy subject at the time.. wait, scratch that.. there was this really cute dog at the park when i was taking pics.. unfortunately, sarah's in the photo as well.. sigh~














this is one that i printed and then photoshopped to emphasize her loneliness on the swings.. XD.. she's looking at the swing next to her.. thinking that kim should be sitting there.. cause she's such a great person.. and cause... cause... she's just really amazing in general.. XD!!

i'll be there for you

better known as 'the friends song'.. it's a great song..

So no one told you life was gonna be this way // Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A. // It's like you're always stuck in second gear // When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but

I'll be there for you // When the rain starts to pour // I'll be there for you // Like I've been there before // I'll be there for you // 'Cause you're there for me too

You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight // You've burned your breakfast so far, things are going great // Your mama warned you there'd be days like these // But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees, and

I'll be there for you // When the rain starts to pour // I'll be there for you // Like I've been there before // I'll be there for you // 'Cause you're there for me too

No one could ever know me // No one could ever see me // Since you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me // Someone to face the day with // Make it through all the best with // Someone who always laughs at // Even // when I'm at my worst, I'm best with you
Yeah!
by the rembrandts

readreadread

finished reading jonathan stroud's Ptolemy's Gate yesterday.. third book in the Bartimaeus trilogy.. wanna know what?? it was damn good.

in your face jane!! sorry i spoilt it a little in the car today, but it was good..

i'm reading Sabriel now, by Garth Nix. it's good too.. havent read his keys to the kingdom series.. i did start tho..

books that i have to read and for various reasons haven't [e.g. no time, can't find it, no money to buy, can't borrow it off someone, started but didn't continue, forgot about etc.]: garth nix key's to the kingdom; christopher paolini eldest; david gemmel [the rest of his] legend series; eddings [the rest of] the dreamers series..... actually there's a whole list i have in my mind that comes up at odd times, usually when i'm not thinking about it [e.g. when i'm peeling oranges].. when i need them, i can't find them. oh, i'm also halfway through bill bryson's a short history of nearly everything.. as well as a jane austen book that i gave up on because i couldn't understand the language..

i need to go drink water.

i have to share

wednesday and thursday we had this science fair thing conducted by some year nine and ten students for the little year sixes... it went quite well and the best part was getting to miss class..

anyway, my group did a hydrogen and helium demo, involving poking balloons filled with hydrogen.. just so you know, test tubes of hydrogen pop when exposed to flame.. balloons explode.. everytime you poke it with fire, it bursts into this ball of flame with a "BANG".. needless to say, i loved it..

so at one point, i stole away to eat my lunch and this little midget kid looks at me and starts talking to me..
kid: can i have a sandwich?
me: i don't have one *tries to conceal my lunch*
kid: you do. you're holding it.
me: well, you don't want it. it's an avocado and lettuce sandwich.
kid: EWW!! *turns to his midget friends* she's eating a lettuce and avocado sandwich!!
all kids: EWW!!
and you know the worst part? i really was eating a lettuce and avocado sandwich.. my mum loves me so much..

and then...
kid: who's ms cheong?
me: oh, this teacher
kid: is she gay?
me: what?
kid: *points to graffiti on wall* it says so right there.
me: *reads the graffiti [shall not elaborate on this] moves to stand in front of it in an attempt to block it with her sizeable torso* oh, she's actually the gardener's pet dog.. forget what you just read.
kid: haha.. ms cheong is gay
and so on and so forth.. was i like that when i was 11?

usually when we're explaining, no one asks questions. there was one kid who broke the rules.. he raised his hand and i was so surprised i pointed at him and went "what?". he kind of started, but asked his question anyway.. what impudence! i referred him on to my colleague who happened to be better equiped at answering his query.

ben lent me his pda to listen to better days.. and i was listening while the others were talking.. then i accidentally pulled the earphones out and pete murray's voice filled the air going "put my face in my hands".. everyone turned around.. i totally suck..

the week of crapp

yes, crapp spelt with two P's because that's how crappy it was.

let me outline the details.. i could spare you, but please humour me for the next few paragraphs..

the work of the last four months finally caught up with me on monday. imagine a turtle at birth, when it first gets it's shell.. over time, the shell grows as the turtle body grows.. so the turtle progresses happily and naively for a few months.. but one day, the shell doubles it's size. unfortunately, in a cruel twist of nature and it's demented sense of humour, the turtle body is left as miserable and pathetically scrawny as it was before.

that's what it was like. i shit you not.

over the last week, i have developed a sincere, burning hate for the days of the week.. i swear that mondays were created to remind one of the unfairness of life.. in fact, it is strangely biased towards non-schooling things.. like fish.. sorry, bad pun [i.e. a school of fish] even my sense of humour is suffering. tuesdays are for remembering that you've got FOUR DAYS TO FRIDAY!!! wednesdays.. you'd think one would be happy that you're halfway through.. WRONG.. it means that you've got two days to finish all your work before next week.. thursdays are truly detestable.. i'm serious.. they serve no purpose whatsoever in the week except to make you more tired than anything else.. friday.. you look forward to it.. but wait, someone comes along and tells you "oh, you were supposed to get this done before next week".. WTH??

i was so tired this week.. everytime i got back after school, i just wanted to sleep.. i actually did.. at jane's place, i just die on the couch.. i reckon i should carry a sign around my neck saying "i'm not dead" for everytime i pass out on the couch..

like last week, i came home on friday.. skipped youth... finished dinner aroung quarter to nine.. conked out on the sofa.. dead in bed by nine thirty.. woke up at nine the next day... apparently, i slept 11 and a half hours straight..

great~

ok, i know about 20 minutes ago i was spewing some stuff about screwing the world, but i'm having this totally kick-ass chat about anime with a friend that i havent seen in 2 years..

seriously, this is the best - THE BEST - anime talk i have had in months... turns out there is so much that we both like... and we hate the same things too, even though a hell lot of people like them.. and we're recommending different animes to each other..

this soooo rocks!!! you know why? ANIME ROCKS!!

ok, i'm coming across as a freak.

some anime that's worth looking at.. POT, FMA, fumoffu, fruits basket, peacemaker kurogane, eyeshield21 [pure stupidity to the max], bleach, tsubasa, scryed, project arms was ok, inuyasha, one piece, wait wait, can't remember right now..

FF7: Advent Children is a must see for everybody, ok? OK??

oh man, i'm so addicted

screw it man

plan for the rest of them term [grand total of just under three weeks]

work my ass off this week doing all the work that i've put off over the last six months.. reports can't be changed after next week or something anyway... so after this week of tests and torture and trauma, i say "SCREW IT ALL MAN"!!!

by then i'll probably be happy enough to forget this rage.. but in the mean time, SCREW ALL THIS WORK!!!

now............. back to the "work my ass off" part of the plan..

the fly

first off, thank you sarah, thank you jon, for the kind offers.. maybe wesley guys arent as bad as i thought they were.. and yeah, you wanna go find him? he lives really near the school.. sarah can give you details..

anyway, the latest episode in the princess arsewipe diaries is ominously titled..... wait for it, wait for it...... "THE FLY, and the larynx"

--transcript--
background information: arsewipe is a self proclaimed, self-righteous vegetarian who is supposedly against killing animals.
arsewipe: *claps both hands on an unfortunate fly, then lets go. the fly flops onto the table*
kim: i thought you were against killing animals
arsewipe: i didn't kill it. *prods the fly* see, it's still alive.
kim: right, just admit you killed it, ok.
arsewipe: no, seriously, look. it's moving *ok, so the fly wasnt dead... yet*
in the background, radestock is telling the class how sorry doesn't mean anything. it's just a vibration of the larynx, or vocal chords.
kim: that's not the point.. it's not enough for you to insult me, now you gotta torture a fly.
arsewipe: i said i was sorry about yesterday, ok?
kim: *after being prompted by sarah* sorry doesn't mean anything. it's just a vibration of the larynx.
arsewipe: fine -
kim: but just cause i'm a good person - the bigger person in this case - i'll forgive you.
arsewipe: *speechless* *goes back to prodding the fly and trying to make it fly*
kim: get that fly off my file!
arsewipe: did you know that a fly vomits 12 times every second?
kim: i do now. where did the fly go?
arsewipe: i'm not telling you.. you'll kill him.. and how do we know it's a HIM anyway..
kim: oho.. it's a female. even worse, man. VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN, AUSTRALIA SAYS NO!!!
---fast forward--- now we're doing our work ---
sharne: where did the fly go?
arsewipe: *looks around. lifts his book. the fly guts are smeared all over the table*
kim: hah! you killed the fly.
arsewipe: no i didnt.
kim: yeah you did, you squashed it man. now clean it up.
arsewipe: *cleans the fly up* i didn't kill it, ok?
kim: come on, what, you think the fly jammed itself under your book?
arsewipe: maybe it just didn't wanna live anymore.
---MAYBE IT JUST DIDNT WANNA LIVE ANYMORE?!?!?!?!?!?!---
kim: what? you think the fly actually committed suicide??
arsewipe: i'm just saying....
sarah: it's ok [arsewipe]... denial isn't the only river in egypt.

--end--

the arsewipe

i shall not name this arsewipe, for obvious reasons... not that i am concerned about his safety after other people read this post, it's just that i am a reasonable person that actually holds a certain amount of respect for other people, even though they may be equivalent to RECYCLED toilet paper.. so we shall refer to him as arsewipe for the time being [thanks so much, ken, for this wonderful nickname]

wanna know what?? i've been annoying this arsewipe for the last two terms, and he's never put up a fight.. today, he talked back and i was like "yeah, he's responding!!!" cause that means i get to have a lot more fun.. so we went back and forth for a while, and it was funny..

now, when i insult him, i do it purely out of fun.. i don't do it because i hate him or anything - i mean, he definitely does not rank in my list of favourite people [doesn't even come anywhere close to 'favourite'] but i don't hate him.. so when insulting him, i stick to a certain standard.. there is a line that i do not cross - the line between funny and just plain evil...

THE BLOODY ARSEWIPE HAS NO SUCH LINE

first he calls me a faggot, right? ok, i'm not even the right gender to warrant that name.. then he moves on to "dick with a..." he got scared by the look on my face and stopped himself halfway... oh, to be sure, i smacked him hard!!! then i stopped insulting him cause he just went way too far [i won't go into the details]... but i did tell him in my serious voice that he'd crossed the invisible boundary between joking and just plain offensive..

lucky for him, i actually have standards.. cause there are a million and one things i could say about him that would really grind him into a hole six [thousand] feet under.. primarily to do with his race [indian].. see, i told you i have standards.. so that friggin' arsewipe is now a friggin' crossed the line arsewipe of a baby rat...... a baby rat carrying the plague..

what an asshole!!!

results and cousins

i just heard about my cousins' UPSR results.. UPSR is this totally prughkitmandiscldkfjenrargh exam that they force you to do at the end of primary school.. anyway, the results came out today, and both my cousins did really well.. one got straight As, and the other got almost straight As [the B in malay doesn't really count - i mean, it's not his mother tongue so who cares?]


there, that's a picture of cheryl, my totally cute cousin [the one who got straight As].. she's got a really big smile that stretches the length of the great wall of china and makes you wanna smile too!! her little brother is even cuter.. he's ten.. and whoa - he's got enough energy to play with polar bears.. except it comes in bursts and never lasts more than an hour or so.. i mean, he sprained his ankle when he was at my aunt's house - for holiday...


oh, here's a picture of him.. this pic says a lot about him, eh. and yeah, the person in yellow behind him has been cropped off because she totally kills the pic [i.e. has a totally retarded face on to suit his] the little boy's name is jonathan.. hmm.... i know three, no, four jonathans.. maybe more that i can't remember.. that's a lot.. i know between seven and ten jessica's.. that is sooooooooo scary..