-About a Girl-

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Applaud me for my brilliance.

Yesterday, I had to take the bus to work. I got ready by 4.15, and the bus was due to get to my stop at 4.20. Seeing as to how I was already late, I did this weird walk-powerwalk-skip-run-jog, trying my damnest to get there on time while looking sane and normal in a mini skirt and t-shirt in the bloody cold...I'd forgotten my jacket. While doing so, I counted the money in my purse and it amounted to $1.53, which was enough for the fare, or so I thought. I got there at 4.25; my bus had long gone...but not to fret! Another one came at 4.40. I hopped on the bus, and the bus driver keyed in the bus fare machine thingie. I looked at it, and to my horror, it said...$2.70!


I panicked, looked at him, and he looked back at me happily, completely ignorant of the expression on my face.

"Two seventy please!" said he, with a big goofy smile.

"Em....em..." I started to stutter. I looked around in all my anxious panic, thinking wtf do i do now?? and like gold falling from the sky, I spotted a notice on the bus.

"heh, I'm still...14!" I lied.

"Oh, you should have told me! I woudnt know if you're 18 cos you're not in your school uniform!" replied the bus driver.Haha, he thought I was 18. He punched in some thing in the fare machine thingie again, and tada! the $2.70 dropped down to $1.30!

And so I gave him my money and sat down, relieved and congratulating myself for my sheer and utter brilliance....you see, the notice on the bus said, "All passengers aged 15 and over MUST pay full fair unless going to and from school.", meaning if you were below 15 you'd pay half. =D

Alas, there's so much I had in mind that I wanted to share with you, and now that I finally sit myself down in front of the laptop, my mind has gone blank.

Ok, here's something. If this guy tells me that he needs me, NEEDS me, and that he wants me to come to him to save him etc etc, why doesn't HE come to ME instead? Think about that.

"Where is King's Cross?"
"Its from Monopoly."


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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Karma is Real

I knew it. I knew it I knew it I knew it. I really, really should have gone to the movies today. Why? Because today, ladies and gentlemen, I went to, of all things....The Easter Show. *Cue deng-deng-deng~tragedy music played when bad news is announced*

*Sigh*, I would tell you all about it, but it wouldn't be worthit, and I'm dead tired. If you don't know what it is, its a big easter (duh) carnival held at the sydney olympic park, and its full of shows, stuff to buy, rides, more stuff to buy, and, er....farm animals. yeah. i was in a terribly lousy mood most of the day, except when it came to buying stuff. heh. Thats all I feel like saying, so here is my day, in pictures.

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This is where I got my hair extension, i have a light blue streak now, yay! $5 for one streak, and 5 for $20. or something.

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My aunt buying stuff at a stall selling some really cool African stuff. To me this is a really good pic, and I might edit it for deviantart later.

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haha ok well this is a SERIOUSLY bad pic...its me and my cousins james and wendy, and those are snowcones in our hands. They tasted like crap, and the sun was putting me in a bad mood. I hate the sun.

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My aunt and uncle. My uncle reminds me of the North Korean leader, Kim Jong Il. and its not a good thing.

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I like this...my auntie took it, and it just sums up my mood for most of the day.

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The cousin.

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The thing about the easter show is that there were alot of red-neck, country people kind of events, no offense to you rednecks. heh. This is a koala, made entirely out of fruits and veges.

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i like this photo, hate the subject. my cousin, she pisses me off, cos she gives smart arse comments about EVERYTHING that don't make sense at all. I really wana stranggle her to death sometimes.

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oh man, this ride was called the bad ass zipper...me and james went on it....its probably one of the top three best rides, EVER. u see those red compartments? yeah, you sorta squish in there, hold on to the bar in front of you, and the whole thing just goes round and round....and depending on the position of your compartment, you could either just be rocking slightly back and forth, or swinging round and round and round....its a great feeling indeed, to see the world as a blur from mid-air.

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Me and my cousin getting off the ride...first smile from me of the day! hehe.

And here's the stuff I bought...
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my butterfly belly ring (sorry its kinda blur)

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the dragonfly belly ring, its even blurer here, but its really pretty. will try to get a good shot soon.

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and last but not least, my blue streak.
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Thats it, good night. I wana say more but I can't, unable to think unable to express unable to speak, I am brain dead. I have to work tomorrow, wish me luck. good night.

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Sunday, March 27, 2005

And so it is.

I'm debating with myself, should I or should I not go to see the Ring 2 tomorrow with rebecca and nina? On one hand, I sorta made a promise that I would, but on the other...I don't wana wake up at bloody 10 am just to see a crappy re-made US version of a good Jap horror flick!! I think I'll just say I'm sick. or my cat died. hmm, I wonder how my cats are doing. I miss them, oh so much. I think they're dead.

Speaking of jap horror flicks, here's something:
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oo. scary. yes...I am really the Ju-on ghost. =D

Anywho, dear malaysians, are you all still crazy over won bin and all things korean? I tried to watch a Korean drama today. TRIED, because I can never seem to sit through an entire episode; i either fall asleep or drift away. I seriously don't understand how all these korea-crazed m'sians, especially girls aged 14-25, some older even, can get so obsessed with these shows...don't they annoy the crap out of you??

Lets see...I think this one's called 'I'm Sorry I Love You'. basically, famous actor goes to melbourne to shoot movie with famous actress. meanwhile, famous actor's stupid coordinator girl (who, coincidentally is the actress who looks like me) is madly in love with him, not knowing he's in love with famous actress. she finds out, gets pissed off, and decides to run off back to korea without him. however, on her way back, pimp sort-of kidnaps her and sells her to a club to be auctioned, only to save her just as she's about to be sold. stupid coordinator girl follows pimp around like a lost puppy. Somehow, she finds her way back to korea just when famous actor and actress go back too. Meanwhile, pimp attends girlfriend's wedding to rich italian man and blocks a bullet meant for girlfriend, and he now has a bullet lodged in his brain which causes psycho moodswings. And so, he returns to korea to get over heartbreak. And let me remind you that in Korean dramas, people from halfway across the world always to bump into each on a busy city street, because apparently that happens to everyone. Anyway, pimp, who was an orphan, searches for his mummy and guess what? his mummy turns out to be famous actor's mummy as well, and he also falls in love with stupid coordinator girl. How annoying huh? You can figure out the ending yourself, cos thats all I watched.

I've also been sitting on my ass for the past 4 hours, trying to figure out the notes to Los Lonely Boys' "Heaven". Isn't that like, the best song of 2004? I'm so fcuking glad it won a grammy...they deserve it! But I couldnt figure out the notes so finally got off my lazy ass and decided to search for it on e-chords.com, which is what brings me here, blogging again.

I'm sorry this is such a crappy post, I'm really brain dead right now. I really wana call david last month's phone bill says no. I'm gona leave you with yet another pic I did for deviant art. Try to see it for the shot and lighting detail and stuff, and not just the fact that I've got no shirt on...honestly, I'm not trying to grab anyone's attention, not in that manner anyway, it just suited the mood better that way. heh.

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Spent all day taking photos and editing them for deviantart, and I'm pretty damn happy with the way they turned out!

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This one's called 'I Need You'...how dramatic. hah. It took me take after take after take to get this picture right...I'm so happy with it. and i did it all with my lousy webcam! =)

There's another one I'm really proud of, you can go see it at my deviantart page...it's called Laid Back, formerly Love Angel Music Junkie, for no reason at all. heh. cheers!

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Friday, March 25, 2005

Randomness is invigorating

  • I just watched the Grammy Awards. What I've learned from it: Rock is BACK, baby, and country music is just so fcuking boring and ridiculous. There are so few good country songs that, at every medley of country songs at an awards show, you are bound to hear a overdone and over sung rendition of 'Sweet Home Alabama'.
  • Recently had a dream that I was going out with Phil. Why him, only heaven knows, but we went to the movies and he gave me a card with a heart shape on it. Yes, it was a very sweet, innocent dream...until we got high on pot and had sex.
  • More on guys, heh. I think I have a crush on Ardie, the half Spanish, half Philipino guy in my class who looks like a Dragonball character. I know I called him a dumbarse for asking me if I eat rice, but damn, he is hot. will try and get a picture of him and post it here. =)
  • I am SO sick of people asking me on msn how I "caught fire".....I DID NOT PHYSICALLY CATCH FIRE! ITS A BLOODY SONG BY THE USED, YOU DUMBASSES! argh...
  • I think its time for another boyfriend. Criteria: taller than me, nice hair, able to tolerate my mood swings and crap talk. Money and a car would be a plus. any takers? =P
  • Some people reckon I would look like Im Soo Jung, Korean actress (Tale of Two Sisters) if I fix my teeth and loose ten million kilos.
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    haha...wadya think?

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Thursday, March 24, 2005

Back when I was 13, I looked at '16' as such a wonderful age. I would be taller, prettier, smarter, zitless, so much more matured...basically a better version of myself. I identified that age with freedom and success, and life would be so wonderful and peachy.

But you know what? I'm turning 16 in 3 months, and the clock is just a spinning, spinning, and I don't feel much different from when I was 13. I'm still the same height more or less, the only nice thing about my face is that my eyes have gotten bigger for some reason, I'm still terribly stupid and naive thinking I'm so clever, and I still have zits.

I remember the beginning of last year in sedaya, we did this goal-charting thingie, whereby we had to list down what we saw ourselves doing the next year, then 3 years later, then 8 years later. I remember writing down something like this:

  • Back in SMK USJ4, Cheerleading squad captain, take part in 'Cheer 2005'. (Yes, I was obsessed with cheerleading, and I still love it and am PROUD to say that I was a cheerleader, because its the best sport ever.)
  • Be very skilled at guitar, and finish off my piano ABRSM Grade 8 and therefore officially become a credible pianist.
  • Be guitarist/singer in a band with Amelia and Mandy.
Hah. Obviously, thats not happening. And it irks me terribly when things don't go my way. Lets see...I haven't touched a pom pom in a year, don't have a piano to practice on and therefore should just throw away my hopes and dreams of ever finishing, and am obviously too far away to be in this fictitious band with ame and mandy.

I don't wana sound like a whiny poor little rich girl kinda thing, but all my life its felt like I've had to live up to everyone else's expectation of me...I had to do well for my parents and teachers, and not myself. I've never been able to put my ambitions first. I've always felt like I've never gotten the support to really pursue what I want from the people I need it from the most, my parents. They thought cheerleading was a waste of time, and were initially reluctant to even get me a guitar, and my mother saw my photo-taking as just a joke until she actually SAW the photos I took. I know they want the best and all that shit, but come on, am I not level headed and ambitious enough to have realistic goals and know what I want?

And I don't understand people who think I study hard and all that...come on, do I really look like someone who would sit at a desk and read a school book for 4 hours?? the only reason I've been doing well in school is because of all that nagging, and I still see school education as total crap shit...why on earth would you need to know how to make copper oxide or spatial dimentions of some place halfway across the world you'll never go to anyway? I used to be so rebellious, so against everything I was told to do, and even now I never ever do homework.

And its funny...the only person I've ever talked about all this to is Lionel, I've never said this to anyone else. I'm not blaming anyone, but I can't help but think that if I were given more freedom to do what I wanted, I wouldn't be so miserable and confused now. Because my head feels like a complete mess and I can't make head or tail of my thoughts. Am I alone in this, or do you feel that way too?

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

oh my fcuking god... I am so TIRED. Once again, I went to work tonight in a restaraunt where I only understand half the menu, and don't understand what the staff are saying 90% of the time. And shit, I made so many idiotic mistakes! Wrote the wrong table number, the wrong order...the thing about thai words is that they all sound the same...well not quite, but its hard to catch.

The most embarassing bit is when this couple came in with a bottle of red wine, I took out one of those cooler buckets to put the red wine in. Now, any idiot would know that you don't serve red wine chilled, goddamit even I knew that, but for some idiotic reason I gave em their wine in the ice bucket! so they were staring at me weirdly, and at first I was staring back at em not knowing what I had done wrong. silly silly silly me.... Oo oo but guess what...I got paid today! yeaaaah, I got AUD$100, plus a 2 dollar tip, haha, which i though was pretty stingy. What we do is we put the tips we get in this glass thingie, and divide equally later I guess which isn't fair. Don't mean to brag but...I think I got the most tips. =PPPPPP However, I had to give 40 dollars of that to my aunt because of the phone bills I've been racking up. ish. My calls to David alone, who's all the way in Brisbane, Queensland, were worth almost a hundred bucks. My aunt should be greatful I'm not calling M'sia or UK or sth. And I think David should pay me back for making me call him. Yes, MAKING.

I don't know if you've noticed, but it seems to me as if my style of writing has changed. I can't write with all that sarcasm and wit anymore, it just doesn't flow naturally these days. I am turning into one of those type of writers I define as "boring and flat". Or am I just paranoid? What do you think?

On a last note, I stil hate my science, pdhpe and english classes, and especially the people in em, especially the GIRLS in them, especially THE GIRLS WHO SIT WITH ME. Their whole attitude just pisses me off sometimes, so idioticly shallow and selfish.

Advanced class teachers... PLEASE take me?

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Of diet coke and thai food

Hello everyone, I started work today and let me tell you, my job rocks. ROCKS!

How can I even begin to explain how much it rocks? ok well....

1. I get AUD$50 a day. That is about RM 130 a day (i'm not sure about the exchange rate right now), and I work 4 nights a week. So 4 nights a week would be AUD$200, which would be...RM520 a week! turn that into months....thats about....RM2400 a month! nuff said. ;p

2. I know you're prolly sick of hearing this but....the food there is the bomb. I repeat, THE BOMB. and, I get to eat it. =D

3. The people there are so nice.

4. I get to learn another language, Thai...thats what....6 languages on my belt? teehee. now i can say things like chicken, prawn, beef, and chilli in Thai. =P

Ok well there was one more point but I forgot it, oh well.

The only things I don't like about it is carrying around all that heavy crap like trays of dishes, trays of cups, trays of food, trays trays trays...But what I hate most is having to clear up other people's mess. Some people, they order all this good food and only eat one third of it, one other third gets left over, and one more third ends up all over the table. I mean for fcuks sake, you're an ADULT! IT IS NOT SOCIALLY EXCEPTABLE TO BE SPILLING YOUR FOOD ALL OVER THE TABLE! grrrrr....

Ok people, which do you prefer, the original Coca Cola, or Diet Coke? I found it funny that everyone seemed to be ordering diet coke...where's the fun in that? For me personally, the original wins hands down, the flavour packs a punch and the combination of all that sugar and caffeine can keep me going forever, and diet coke is so like...BLAH.

Sleep is calling, will blog more later, goodnight.

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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Day Tripper, yeah

My lovely plan went all up in flames today. If you were online with me last night, then i would have told you about all the trouble i went through to plan this trip to the city today, and it totally screwed up.

So yeah, went to the city today with James, Krystal's bf kevin and his friend yvonne, who are currently visiting Aus. Me and James woke up bright and early at 7.30 am so that we could reach Circular Quay at the same time as our 'victims', as i was i told they planned to leave their place at 9 and reach CQ at around 9.40. But guess what! they were late..! and not just by half an hour or an hour but they were 2 WHOLE HOURS LATE! we waited and waited and waited, and by 11, I decided that they had all packed up and gone back to malaysia without telling me.

Miraculously, James spotted 2 people in the crowd and lo and behold, its them! Thank god I was in a good mood today and didn't really mind. So yeah...we went to the Rocks, and there was a flea market! If you read my post about my Kiara Square outing with Lionel, you will see how happy flea markets make me. I helped Kevin pick out a gift for Krystal, hope she likes it. *crosses fingers* they had the prettiest and quirkiest, one of a kind things there....sea shells made into compacts that hold lip balm and glitter, miniature juke boxes, pretty knick knacks and all these rustic looking accesories i LOVE. I think we spent alot of time watching street performers...there was this american dude who *drum roll*....hammered a nail into his face!! it was sick. Im such a stupid idiot, I forgot to bring a camera and had to rely on my lousy camera phone which was out of memory anyway. *kicks herself*

It was greek national day, greek people everywhere...there was a greek parade and we were watching. it was all greek people, and all of a sudden, we spotted a chinese dude in the middle! i think he was lost....heh.

But here's a secret, promise not to tell the train company...me and my kiam siap cousin bought child tickets just cos they were half price. hehe. On the train, this guard suddenly came up to me and asked to see my ticket...i was piss scared!i thought they knew something! i took my time looking for my ticket, hoping he would just go away but he didnt. finally, i pulled out the ticket, but cleverly hid the 'child' status when showing it to him, and all was good. I am such a genius. =D

oh no, I had something very very good to say not regarding today's events but something i've been thinking of for a rather long time, and I seem to have forgotten it. oh well. I start work day after tomorrow! yay for me! I wana go sleep now, I'm so tired. gnite!

p.s. Beatles fans in Aus, Leading Edge is selling the Sgt Pepper album for $14.95...go get it!

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Saturday, March 19, 2005

I'm a horrid person.

So apparently I'm not the wonderful person I thought I am, because apparently I am histrionic, narcisstic and obsessive compulsive. Try this test!

Personality Disorder Test results for Kimberley Low Jean-Hee:


-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

LOL. This makes me look like such a horrid person. But hey...I TRY to be a good person, I TRY to be nice to people and helpful and all that...in the end, thats what counts, right? =)

*please be aware that kimberley thinks this test is a load of bollocks as she refuses to accept the blatant ACCUSATION that she is narcisstic and histrionic, as she tends to have a split personality disorder that may have affected the results of this test.

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Here's an edited shot of my brother rocking my acoustic, I manipulated it for DeviantArt.com....and Im pretty happy with the way it turned out =) Visit my deviantart page! www.closetgroupie.deviantart.com Posted by Hello

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Friday, March 18, 2005

You're such a delicate boy

They called....!!!


As in the Thai restaraunt, lol. CONGRATULATE ME, PEOPLE. I start this coming Tuesday and Wednesday, from 5 to 10 for training, to see how I go. and then I start work on Friday and Saturday...I can't wait! Good food, here I come! =P

Beep Test: An endurance test whereby the student must run from one end of 20 metres to the other before the sound of the 'beep'. There are 22 levels, and as the levels progress, the time limit gets shorter and shorter. However, most people don't reach the 22nd level as it is near impossible unless you are a 7 foot tall Kenyan Olympic runner. The average level a 15 year old girl is supposed to reach is between levels 4 and 5....i reached level 3.4. shut up.

Let me tell you, the beep test is NOT fun. We did it for PE today...i just HAD to forget my sports gear, i just HAD to be wearing a strapless bra, i just HAD to show off and run super fast in the beginning, and therefore causing me to lose all my energy like *that*. sigh.

I learned to play reggae guitar today at guitar lessons in school, and I picked it up pretty fast...so now I can show off to the world that I can play reggae! I can't wait to my new guitar comes...Did I tell you that I'm getting a new guitar? Again? hehe...My mummy's sending me a brand new acoustic one all the way from M'sia, cos guitars are much cheaper there. My 3rd guitar in a year! I think she's gone crazy...she's also getting me Estee Lauder face stuff, a new bag, more clothes, more books *yay!*, and cds! She hardly ever bought me stuff without me asking when i was back in M'sia...it rocks to be away from your parents, especially when you're the eldest. hehe.

I am currently eargasm-ing (the most overused word in blogs right now) to Garbage, how fcukin good are they? I absolutely adore bands with female vocalists...The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Little Birdy, The Cranberries, 6 pence none the richer (though they were a 1 hit wonder..or was that 2?), and of course Garbage. They're latest single is Why Do You Love Me, and they've kinda gone back to their roots, stripped back to the basics and it just rocks. Everyone, listen to Garbage!

Hmm, what have YOU been listening to? come on, seriously, I wana know...I'm open to anything, so Let iT RiP*!

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Thursday, March 17, 2005

I don't understand people who invite, practically BEG you to a The Used concert and not want to help you buy a ticket. hmm.

Lately, it feels like my life has somewhat revolved around blogging. All day long, when something funny/exciting/interesting happens, I make mental notes, dreaming out blog posts noting all these little events to tell all of you. It used to be that when something exciting happened to me, it would be to tell friends/mummy, but now the first thing i wana do is to BLOG about it. Does that happen to you?

I dunno, maybe its this thing I once believed to be bogus, made up by overzealous parents jealous of the attention kids give to their computers instead of the parents themselves, called Internet Addiction. My mother, especially, has tried every tactic possible to curb this so called addiction of mine...hiding the modem, hiding the cable, totally disconnecting the internet...but I've realise that I find it absolutely necessary to get on the laptop for at least once a day, like getting my fix. Does THAT happen to you?

Don't really feel like talking happy stuff today...it was so cold, I 'stole' Tyree's jacket, and walked home in the rain. But it was nice, cos it was just a slight, calm drizzle, and I took my time, strolling home, instead of the usual quick-paced near run that i usually do to get out of the heat.

lately, I've been having this serious prob with my back. I get these horrible aches in the left side of my spine, and it only allows me to sit a certain way, with my back straight, making me look quite ridiculous indeed. It usually comes and goes, but this time its lasted since yesterday. Gona go x-ray my back or something soon, when i get my Medicare thingie. Haha...I'm getting old already.

Once again, I apologise for my lousy and self-absorbed writing...can't seem to think straight lately. Things are too right, going to smoothly...and i know its just the calm before the storm. Just wonder what its gona be THIS time around.


10 mins left....tata! =P

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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Haha, I'm such an idiot. Yesterday when i got back from school, i immediately went to the phone and waited, once again, anxiously for The Call. tick tock, tick tock...ten minutes later, i couldn't stand it. I decided to call THEM up instead, so I determinedly looked up the restaraunt in the yellow pages and called.

"Hi, em this is Kimberley, remember I asked about the-"
The woman cuts me off
*very fast, in a vietnamese/thai accent* Oh hi! how are you? ah yes yes!Kimberley! I remember ah that you ask about ah da job! be-because we need ah da waitress ah! *goes on about how restaraunt is busy, yadda yadda, never letting me say a word all this while* don't worry I will call you soon! I must talk to daboss ah about the schedule! Don worry, I will call you SOON! Goodbye!"
*beep beep beep, line is dead*

And she hangs up, just like that, before I even get to say anything! I swear, it was almost as if she was afraid I would say I didn't wana do it. But I was all happy and smiling after that, my little heart satisfied. At least now I know its in the bag, yay! and this is prolly bad work ethics, but the thing I'm most excited about is...the FOOD. haha. I'm gona go FAT, as if I'm not fat already. Damn I feel like a whiny self obsessed teen. Oh wait! I am! oh well.

During lunch today, I was just sittin at the benches, savouring my warm, not-so-hearty meatpie. There were alot of people around, and Daniel the Annoying One had, for some reason, this metre long stick with him. He was swinging it around, and I didnt really pay notice.

Once again, I was innocently taking a bite out of my pie, when *WHACK!* Something hits me in the back! Turns out, IT WAS THE DAMN STICK! Apparently, it was an accident but that just pissed the shit out of me so i just screamed and started abusing Daniel, and he was apologising profusedly. It was only ten seconds into the whole Daniel-abuse thing when I realised there was another person attacking him too...it was Ricky. They were actually FIGHTING, and I hadn't realised. gosh. People were full on watching and trying to break em apart, but I just couldnt give a shit for some reason.

My blog-confidence has taken a nosedive...I realise my posts have been really crappy lately, I shall try and rectify that in future bloggings and satisfy you, dear reader. You see, I have this terribly fear/insecurity of my blog being a bore, because I know what its like to read one of those "not much happened today....woke up and went to school and *insert boring stuff here*" blogs.

I was looking at some old photos of my primary school years, and it was kinda freaky, how different I was back then. I am the same weight now as I was in standard 5. Yes, I was fat, and to this day, the bulge is something I have to constantly fight to remain under the 55kg bar. And its funny, I wasn't bullied, just teased a little, and i was pretty sensitive about it though I never took it to heart. Even now, if someone jokes about me being fat or whatever, I kinda take it to heart, I just can't help it. I was taller than everyone else all throughout primary school and form 1(year 7), which was when I started dieting consistantly, losing weight, playing tennis and taking dance seriously.

And then, all of a sudden without me realising, everyone else was starting to get taller than me! It was like I was supposed to be this really tall person but all of a sudden stopped growing.Not that I'm complaining...I'm pretty happy with myself, just wish for bigger boobs, because I feel so inadequate. hah. but here's a point of advice for large girls who are still growing...don't crash diet and torture your body to the point of a stunted growth, it ain't worthit.

I'm gona leave you with one of the best pieces of advice I've ever been given: When helping/dealing with others, use your head. With yourself, use your heart.

Because only the heart knows what it truly wants, and people turn you for your good judgement, not impulse.

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Monday, March 14, 2005


My modem has been whacked out lately, which explains the absence of the usual ten million blog posts a day.

Ah, it feels so good to be blogging again.

Have I told you about the Thai Restaraunt on High Street? No? Ok well, its called 3 Junction Thai Restaraunt, and the food there is...what was that word again? orgasmic. yes, the food there is ORGASMIC. Not only that, but the decore and atmosphere of that place gives a kind of rustic, romantic feeling like you're semi outdoors. There's even a waterfall thingie near the back.

Okok fcuk it, I'll cut to the chase....


Well almost, anyway. I went there for dinner last night and when I went to pay, I casually asked the woman at the counter if there were any vacancies...and yes, they need waitresses! She's gona call me in the next few days, and bloody hell, I'm so jumpy! Everytime the phone rings, I scream and run over to get it...I'm such a freak. Maybe I'll just call them up, cos all this waiting is making me paranoid. Its just that I'm so excited about the whole thing cos i absolutely ADORE the place and food, and I reeeaaally could use some extra money.

Last night, I was sms-ing my 2 fav galpals in M'sia, Val and Ame, and we were all talkin bout all this bullshit goin on about some lame party and someone whom val and I have nicknamed "Big and Tall'. LOL. Bascially, its bitch fight, bitch fight all over again, and it annoys the hell out of me.

You see, we've all been friends since form 1, and I hate to admit, but it seems like we were the bitchiest, most up-ourselves bunch. and we go out together, have parties together, act like best friends. But it amazes me, how we bitch about each other as if the other is the wrath of the world one second, and be all happy and the best of friends the next. we've always been divided into 2 camps, with me and amelia on one side and Big and Tall and whoever her friend/accessory of the moment is on the other. I mean....are all friendships this irratical?

I've never actually had any fights with em or anything cos its absolutely pointless and petty, but I can't help pointing out how selfish and bitchy everyone is being, when they want to appear righteous and superior to say...the rest of the world? and goddamit, you're in form 4 already, so start acting like it! argh...

I'm so glad I know who my friends are. Oh and, Val, I saw the bag, and i agree....its UGLY. =)

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

F o o l i s h

So maybe we weren't right for each other.

So maybe all this luring tension between us couldn't surpass all this bloody difference.

So maybe even we were together forever, we would end up killing each other one day.

But tell me, of all the people in the world....

why her?

-all my days cold without you, and im hurting while im with you,
though my heart can't take no more, I keep on running back to you.-

i dont know why, i just can't get over it. just bloody damn can't. Everytime I start to forget, maybe think of SOMETHING BLOODY ELSE for a second, it all comes crashing back down to torture me, as if it was a sin.

And no, love is not a sin. i think i need professional help. or maybe i should just die and then it'll go away...either way, this just has to stop, cos it takes more than time to heal these wounds.

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Friday, March 11, 2005

Blue haired baby

I have blue hair! =D

If you don't already know, 10-12 of March is The World's Greatest Shave, a charity event organised by the Leukimia Foundation. Here in Glenmore Park High, we had our very own shaving/hair colouring thingie, of which you have to pay AUD$1 to get your hair coloured.

So of course, throngs of kids payed to get their hair coloured, including yours truly. And I'm proud to say I payed 2 dollars instead of 1! its like...double the amount! haha...i know its not much, but i HAVE been donating everyday to the raffle thingie to win the chance to shave someone else's head. I think I've donated about 7 bucks already...its not like i have a job *curses chinese restaraunt owner*, nor do I have enough money to buy myself food in school *curses outrageous canteen food prices, pats self on back*. hehe.

Sadly I didn't get the colour I wanted. Blue is so boring...everyone likes blue! I chose purple at first, but before the spray-girl could even finish one side of my ridiculously long hair, the stuff ran out!! grumble, grumble. She offered to spray blue, so I obliged, not wanting to go around school half purple haired, half brown. And so she sprayed...and sprayed...and just when she finished, the stuff ran out again! So I was blamed for finishing the purple AND the blue. sheeeesh. Needless to say, everyone loved my hair hehe, as do I. I'm now contemplating getting blue streaks. or maybe purple. =)

If you ask me, I think the whole shaving your head thing is a dumb idea in a way. I mean sure, its a brave and selfless thing to do, and yes you do show sympathy by going bald ala post-chemotherapy leukemia patients, but in the end whats shaving your head gona do for them? I'll leave that for you to comment on.

Oh, the beginning of the day was CRAP. I mean....i'm not the type to go around telling you the itty bitty details of my day, but this one was so bad that i just had to blog about it. We had a free for first period cos our teacher was away, so we were free to roam around the quad on our own. Thing is, the only 2 people in my class I don't have a problem with didn't come to school, leaving me to fend for myself for the whole 76 minutes of the period. Seeing as to how i was the only person alone, I made the effort to talk to these two bimbo girls, with disastrous results. And as you all know, I DESPISE my science class. absolutely hate it. the people are just so incredibly useless/stupid that I want to hit them. So anyway, I sat down at some benches and sat down by myself and read my RHCP biography. Then, these 2 guys, one of whom has the weird idea that I like him, came up to me and started explaining how one of em got kicked in the nuts and would I like to rub it better for him. and then they proceeded to ask me why I dislike them, and why do I read books, cos apparently books are boring. All this really set me off, and if i weren't so nice, I would have told em to fcuk off.

Lately I've been getting non-stop headaches/back problems, and last night I was telling David about the headache, and he goes, "sex helps, cos when you orgasm, your brain releases some chemical, relaxes your blood vessels and soothes your nerves."

then after a while, he goes "I can help you if you want."


Orgasms cure headaches? hmmmm.

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Wednesday, March 09, 2005

16 is too young..?

I went to the Chinese restaraunt near where i live today to see if i could get a job there.

Me: Hi...I was wondering if there are any vacancies available here?
Owner: Oh yes yes! could you leave your contact details? *hurries to get pen and paper*
Me: sure.
Owner: So how old are you?
Me: Sixteen this year..
Owner: *surprised look on his face* sixteen?? oh no, thats a bit too young. come back next year, though!


My grand plan to kick off my flourishing career as a waitress, all up in flames. I mean...I honestly don't think im too young to do it, and I know for a fact I'm pretty much more mature/responsible than other people my age here. Blah...Im gona go back there and talk to the owner again.

For the past two days, I've been slaving away on assignments assignments assignments: a piano piece from a musical i performed yesterday, and a presentation on homosexuality for PDHPE that we did today. I was pretty happy with the way our powerpoint slide show turned out, i used alot of colourful and maybe slightly radical pictures....a "wanted" george bush poster, the queer eye ladies *smiles*, and street protests n stuff.

The topic for the assignment was "Homosexuality: Fashionable, a choice, or a disease?" Personally, I don't think its exactly any of latter two. Fashionable maybe, but come on, a choice? a disease? Why can't it just be a condition thats as neutral as, say, being left handed? more on that later....

here's some pix =)
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posessed or something...

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pose pose
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the famous tongue
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Big cheesy smile
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oh no! teenage rebellion! =P

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from the we will rock you trip.

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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Waitressing sounds fun.

First of all, sorry to Nicole for thinking you liked Kieran and (kinda) telling Matt...its all my stupid memory's fault. =P

Lately, I've been pondering heavily on the prospect of getting a part-time job as a waitress. I duno why, but waitressing just seems so appealing...as in the kind you see at chic, classy cafes wearing black short aprons and serving $50 coffee au lait.

Plus, Val and Penny have done waitressing before and enjoyed it...and its definitely WAY better than working at, say, mcdonald's or kfc. Who wants to work around all that fat/oil loaded junk anyway..?

So I've been searching, searching in the classifieds, but cant seem to find anything i want....its funny how there are SO many jobs available, and none that could suit someone's fancy...shows how dumb some advertisers are. yeah...blame it on the fat cats. hehe.

And i kinda learnd a lil bit after searching for jobs in M'sia during the hols....here's some tips:

  • If the job requires you to be 17 and you're, say, 16, just fake it.
  • If you only intend to work for a few weeks, don't tell the employer that. I know its like DUH, but i was dumb enough to tell all my potential employers that i was leaving in a month. *knocks herself on the head*
  • Smile, be polite, don't have an attitude.
Er...thats it. haha. If anyone's been a waitress before, lemme know. have some assignment to do on homosexuality due tomorrow...tata.

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Monday, March 07, 2005

Have We Given Too Much?

Last week (I think), Nicole wrote this thing in the school newsletter about the tsunami victims, entitled "Have We Given Too Much?"

No, she was not implying that we have donated too much money, but was in fact encouraging us to give even more, which I thought was very selfless and somewhat noble thing to say. But I must ask, if we really do feel so bad about the victims and shit, why not put a lil more effort into helping the victims, instead of just donating the spare change in our pockets?

For example, instead of donating money/clothes/toys etc, why not get a little more involved? like, say, get involved with the charities, help out during your free time, or better yet, if you really have nothing else better to do, go over to sri lanka or acheh and help?

And charity work doesnt have to be limited to tsunami victims only...the Afghan refugees still need help. The 1.5 million children suffering from AIDS in Africa still need a cure. And there are still tens of thousands of people suffering from various cancers and diseases, who deserve a second chance but need YOUR help to stay alive.

So people, get off your asses and start making a CHANGE for once.

P.S, if you're probably thinking, "If she can talk, talk, talk so much, why doesnt SHE do something?" Well...I'm motivating people, aren't I? =P But really, i make it a point to donate at least one dollar everyday to the charity thing in school. And if I were old enough of free enough or smart enough, I swear I would tear myself away from this friggin laptop and do something. so there.

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Just watched the korean movie Windstruck for the third time, and it made me cry, for the third time. Here's something that you might not have thought about me...I cry at EVERY Korean melodrama, no joke. ie windstruck, the classic, and the percularly titled ...ing my favorite korean flick of all time. Actually...any movie that involves the loss of a loved one usually makes me cry.

When you think about it, Windstruck isn't that great a movie, compared to say, ...ing. Its just a typical teen flick/tearjerker without anything special, though the bit when he dies (duh), and when the wind blows reminding her of him (thus the title) made me bawl my eyes out.

The thing about ...ing is that its as moving as other korean flicks of the same genre, but minus the corniness. And the scenes are also shot diferently from other movies, especially the bits when he takes photos of her. One really cool scene is when he's blowing up "doughnuts" with ciggie smoke to her from his window right below hers. Another thing is that instead of just focusing on the usual boy-girl story, the story line was also heavily rooted in the relationship between the girl and her mother, which manages to come off perfectly normal and un-cheesy at the same time.

I'm not gona give away anymore...I STRONGLY recomend ...ing to everyone, fans of korean flicks or not. I've tried and tested the flick on a few of my friends in m'sia and they all loved it (winks at val, mandy, sandra).

Ah, look at me, the half korean who only understands 70% of what they're saying in korean flicks, raving shamelessly about them.

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Sunday, March 06, 2005

tralala, I'm bored, its sunday, everyone's in church here's some shit for you to read (wee it rhymes!) in no particular order:

My top 5 bands in the past 6 months:
  • 1. The White Stripes-they're a band that'll never burn out....after Elephant, who would've thought they could top that by doing such a wonderful job on covering Dolly Parton's Jolene? And Jack White is just such an amazing songwriter, and Meg gets better and better at drumming. i LOVE them.
  • 2. The Scissor Sisters-How catchy are Take your mama out and Laura? although Comfortably Numb was horrible. but still, they're great.
  • 3.The Libertines-they're still not too famous in the australia/asia region...go get their single called "Can't Stand Me Now"
  • 4. The Killers-the most credible band that can also be classified as 'dance'.
  • 5. Velvet Revolver-like guns n roses, but new songs! yay!
My stomache problems are back.

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Saturday, March 05, 2005

What becomes of the broken hearted?

authority is so bloody idiotic, don't you think so?

the problem with alot of psycho parents is that, they expect their kids to just follow orders without any regard to the wants and needs of their kids whatsoever. they treat kids like kids and expect them to react like adults.

take my psychotic aunt, for example. all day everyday, she sits in front of the computer playing some stupid online golf game, and expects us all to study, study, study, right after we get back from school, and we are all supposed to sleep at ten pm, weekends included. and what happens when we don't follow this idiotic schedule that SHE came up with that WE never agreed to in the first place? she yells at everyone, as if its all OUR fault that she's so bloody miserable.

but that's enough ranting about my aunt for the night...

I've been having really weird dreams lately, like last night, it was really horrible...i dreamt that my mum was a murderer. ugh. im weird. and there was another one but i cant remember what, all i know is that it was something i would NEVER do, which was why it stuck in my mind, cos it was just so not me.

And here's something thats been on my mind for sometime now...How do you mend a broken heart?

Sounds terribly dramatic I know, but seriously, how do you get over loving someone so much you hate him? I miss it terribly, oh yes I do, and its been so long, so so long, and I'm still not over it. Someone gives you all this hope and joy and takes it all away just when you think everything's gona be alright in a split second...how are you supposed to cope with that? It still haunts me, oh yes it does.

I Need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'l find some peace tonight

~In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel....
May you find some comfort there~

I need an angel, oh yes I do.

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I need a shrink, or maybe an angel.

You know how you always hear stories of how when a person is really down and out, this unassuming hero comes and saves him/her and makes everything better again without realising it?

Don't you just wish that could happen to you?

ok well, here's the thing. whenever I'm really depressed (which is right now), i tend to subconciously PICK a certain person to be that angel/saviour. No one else will do; i push the world away and expect the designated angel to come to my rescue. And geez, it would help if that person happens to be a genuinely concerned friend, but is he? No, he's just another sarcastic assfcuk i get along very well with when bitching/discussing politics/music.

So its 2 sth in the morning right now, I'm on the verge of suicide, waiting for him to maybe come online and come help this damsel in serious distress. Oh look...he's online! but he's not replying. And this is when the paranoia sets in. Did i say something wrong? Did i do something to turn him off? Did someone tell him i used to be a diseased druggie who was in love with her stepfather (not that i was) and now he doesnt wana have anything to do with me anymore? what am i gona do if he's not there to break my fall?? I need my angel. argh.

Yep, Kim's headed for the loony bin alright.

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Friday, March 04, 2005

We Will Rock You rocks my socks

Ladies and Gentlemen,

We Will Rock You was amazing. No, scratch that....it was

Right from the start, the musical had Queen written all over it..even the stage curtains had the Queen crest emblazoned across (see below pix).
Great acting, AMAZING band...this one was packed with the best of the best Queen hits, and you all know i love Queen. Among the repetoire was Another One Bites the Dust, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and of course, We Will ROck You. Don't worry...they didnt leave out Bohemian Rhapsody...how could you have a Queen Musical and not perform Bohemian Rhapsody..??All throughout, there were sneaky hints that they would perform the song, but only saved the complete thing for the grand finale.

I guess by now you're wondering what the whole damn thing is about...I was gona write my own synopsis but knowing me, i'd give too much away so here's what it says on Queen's We Will Rock You website:

The time is the future, in a place that was once called Earth. Globalisation is complete!

Everywhere, the kids watch the same movies, wear the same fashions and think the same thoughts.

It's a safe, happy, Ga Ga world. Unless you're a rebel. Unless you want to Rock. On Planet Mall all musical instruments are banned. The Company Computers generate the tunes and everybody downloads them. It is an age of Boy Bands and of Girl Bands. Of Boy and Girl Bands. Of Girl Bands with a couple of boys in them that look like girls anyway. Nothing is left to chance, hits are scheduled years in advance.

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality

But Resistance is growing. Underneath the gleaming cities, down in the lower depths live the Bohemians. Rebels who believe that there was once a Golden Age when the kids formed their own bands and wrote their own songs. They call that time, The Rhapsody.

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

Legend persists that somewhere on Planet Mall instruments still exist. Somewhere, the mighty axe of a great and hairy guitar god lies buried deep in rock. The Bohemians need a hero to find this axe and draw it from stone.

Is the one who calls himself Galileo that man?

He’s just a poor boy. From a poor family

But the Ga Ga Cops are also looking for Galileo and if they get him first they will surely drag him before the Killer Queen and consign him to oblivion across the Seven Seas of Rye.

Who is Galileo? Where is the Hairy One's lost axe?

Where is the place of living rock?

Anywhere the wind blows

ok so its less complicated than it sounds....basically rock and all real music has died, only to be replaced by computer-generated pop music that everyone listens to. The world is just one massive, ugly, globalized pop circus where everyone is the same, save for the rebels/bohemians, who wana re-live the days of true music that real people wrotesongs and played real instruments. but they need a leader, so in comes Galileo (If you're a queen fan, you'd understand the name) who's destined to be their leader but doesnt know it yet, and his friend and eventual girlfriend Scaramouche (once again, go listen to bohemian rhapsody) who, upon meeting the rebels and becoming bohemians themselves, take on the mission to find this mythical 'rock'.

All this while, the Ga Ga cops under the rule of the Killer Queen are trying their damnest to put down the rebels and thwart all their attempts to bring out real music. Galileo and Scaramouche's journey leads them to the seven seas of rye, which used to be rivers but turned into seas after global warming melted the north and south poles (i thought that was funny =D). but behold, the last 3 members of Queen were put to death by music generating company Globosoft...but before dying, the Hairy One (brian May, lol!) was given a last wish and he chose to play one more guitar solo, which went on for 3 and a half..days!

it gets pretty predictable from there...i don't think i have to tell you what happens in the end. The storyline was cleverly written around the lyrics for bohemian rhapsody, and there was plenty of crowd participation what with the arm-waving during 'we are the champions', and the footstomping and clamping during 'we will rock you'. The only downers of the musical were the bits where the gaga girls and boyzone boys were dancing and singing....i nearly fell asleep there. The Killer Queen had an amazing voice, along with Scaramouche.
What set it aside from other musicals is the dialogue (script written by Ben Elton, author of Post Mortem, and also the members of Queen sans Freddie the great of course), which was very clever and witty. The fact that We Will Rock You was set in the future gave it the chance to poke fun at the slow but sure demise of today's commercial music, and poke fun it did. Its nice to know I'm not the only one who thinks chart-toppers just suck today.

The trip itself was so fun, because we went as friends and school mates. The bus ride there was entertaining, aaron kept making all these silly jokes that cracked me up so much, and i taught him and the guy next to me finger torture techniques, hehe. We stopped by at paramatta for a quick bite bla bla bla...when we reached star city in sydney, it was raining! we had to cross the road in the rain and all, and my carefully done hair-do was ruined. blah. The souvenir stands had some really cool merchandise apart from the usual t-shirts, cds and glow sticks...they were selling We Will ROck You undies! and in stead of saying 'we will rock you', they said 'guaranteed to BLOW your mind'...get it? hehe, i thought it was really clever and i couldnt help but purchase my own pair =D amie wanted to get one too but they didnt take Eftpos or whatever you call that. don't worry amie, i'll lend you mine! =p

I could rave on about it but this post has gone longer than it should have. On an ending note, We Will Rock You is a major crowd pleaser, so if you happen to be in town or even in the country, go see it! especially if you're a Queen fan or even just a rock fan...heck, just get off ur ass and hop on over to the lyric theatre in sydney....it ends next thusday.


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Asleep on the way back from the musical...it ended at about 11. Posted by Hello

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Sam, not looking once again. Posted by Hello

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Keith or something....i set next to him but cant remember his name. damn. Posted by Hello

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L-R: Nelly, Amie, Sam, me, all happy and high after the show =) Posted by Hello

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This pretty fountain thingie right outside the Lyric Theatre...me and Sam wanted to take off all our clothes and jump into it and play in the water =) Posted by Hello

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ok this was the kebab shop opposite mcD's we only saw when leaving our pit stop....it was sooooooooooo tempting! *curses Doner Kebab* Posted by Hello

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