i think perhaps i will never be able to separate myself from the things that make my heart a wired mess.

today i felt my insides choking up, pressing hard against my rib cage. words and phrases, pictures and freeze-frame snippets, conversations and messages, everything; they clamoured and tripped at whispered speed and for the second time this week, i started to cry.

we’ve been streaming the beijing olympics live into the classroom for the past two days at ashburton primary. swimming, in particular has been the crowd favourite. i’m usually not one to go too crazy over the male swimmers when they step out for their line-up in all their rip-bodied glory, but i will say one thing now.

hello eamon sullivan!

whoa! :)

on a separate note. we’re heading to the slopes tomorrow!! apparently the snow this year is utter BUTTER so we’re uber psyched! nothing like snow to take away the city-winter blues.

*edit: snow pics up on my fb!

to the only cousin who ever played ‘pretendpretend’ with me; who belted out mega hitz 5 songs like a goon with me on a make shift bed stage; who swerved and spun on a tablewithwheels, played with white powder in a blue-tiled room, ran around with too many curls on her head; who dunked cold water all over herself just for fun while singing “7-up, feeeeeel so good, cooling down” at the top of her voice; who had countless sleep overs and late night chats about everything and anything; who’s always there, even when i seem faraway.

happy birthday, sa.

and in lauren’s famous words.

me love you long time.

hope you had a fantastic day.

to my road-tripping, sunset-catching, transformer-sticker-hunting, doo-doll-swapping, hang out buddy. happy birthday, liemliem! thank you for always watching my back, for helping me keep the faith (and my sanity) when things around me start to crumble. you’re the most genuine, selfless person i know and your zest for life and the people around you is something i’ve always admired. have a terrific year and revel in this season that He has put before you. you’re a champion mate! :) wish i was home to celebrate your special day with you.

it was an odd weekend.

and i’m in a funny, semi-sorta something state.

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hello, lookaway.

i think, almost pity.

that vague and confused crease.

paperthin.

but only for a while.

see? unsmiling eyes tell a lot more than you can keep.

float on, move along is what i really want to say to you.

but i surprise myself by being someone i don’t feel like being.

and in the aptness of anberlin, ‘quit, quit making a scene’.

so i kicked off my 24th with an early morning surprise from my housies, lovely pressies, messages/texts/phone calls throughout the entire day, shared birthday celebrations with my principal at ashburton pri, handmade cards and paper craft from my class, flowers from whitemoss, a semi-fine dining night out at Oyster Little Bourke with the Boy who suited up real nice :), white wine & oysters and a(nother) coveted special from klei.

thanks to all for a lovely 24th :)

piccies from the night. pardon the noob 2 megapix phone cam. we brilliantly forgot to bring a camera.

they be the rawkband.

he be the rawkstar.

:)

third week at #1 ya’all!

this has been shameless publicity for sceneatthemovies. brought to you by the letter ‘S’ and the number ‘1′.

the minute *jr stepped into the room, i promise you i heard a party going off in everyone’s heads. science&tech tutorial just got a little more interesting.

i feel a manic semester coming on. my insides are already twitching, anticipating a voluminous amount of uni work as well as two school placement days a week. breeeeeaaaaaathe. that said, we’re a bunch of tough grad dip troopers and i reckon we’ll storm through just fine.

on another note. i find this utterly revolting. it’s the miss world malaysia pageant and instead of voting who should be crowned, the ever ingenious people behind the scenes have decided to let the public go on a ‘killing’ spree to eliminate contestants. so hey, browse through the list of potential ‘victims’ and click ’kill’ for faces you don’t think deserve to win. do it AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT and oooh, watch in estatic glee as their pictures slowly blacken out.

oh and to purge the guilt after your killing saga, go ahead and purchase a table for the gala night and do your bit for the children’s charity.

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ok, am i the only one who sees the total incongruity of it all? so, the ever creative media and advertising people may find this kind of macabre humour amusing, and yeh, i’ll bet the public find it positively engaging participating in such scintillating, dazzling fun, but i’m guessing no one really thinks about what kind of message they’re handing out especially to children, eh? call me a prude, but sorry, i happen to know how much kids glean from their surroundings.

give it up for malaysia, ya’all.

it’s mind boggling, it is.

it’s been a terribly buargh day with screwed-up subject timetables (communication, rmit, communication), send-you-to-the-bowels-of-boredomhood lecturers and a throbbing migraine stemming from last night’s nightmare.

note to self: for crying out loud, don’t watch dexter before bedtime.

rarrrrrmmmmmrrrrhhhh…

sigh.

-_-

tomorrow has to pick up.

this just in.

at 225am.

*ahem*

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whoaaaa….