today i went to sheeka's house. i met up with the rest of the losers. we wanted to go to the sydney aquatic centre, but the queue was far too long. instead, we went back and stayed at sheeka's. we had a pool party complete with the tracks of summer.
it. was. hot.
we had a good discussion on whether or not sunscreen prevents tanning or not. (yea or nay?) i slip slop slapped, but i think i still tanned. poop. x
ps: happeh new year to those of you who i haven't said it to yet (:
well here i am again! here, instead of doing my assignments. oh dear.
i've been procrastinating by doing anything... that isn't assignment related.
i watched the interpreter - that was pretty good. in a confusing sort of way. call me racist, but i got confused by all the african names. don't get me wrong, i get confused when visiting places in asia - all of them sound the same. like i don't even know where i've been in japan. or hk. or vietnam. heck, i don't even know if i've been to those countries. i think i'm not so much racist as i am ignorant. yeah.
in other news, i've found another song to add to the soundtrack of my life:
Love Story - Taylor Swift i wasn't such a fan at first, but now, i heart it. :) i wish my life was that.
Leave a comment and: 1. I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of. 3. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. (if possible. If not, I'll say something that only makes sense to me.) 4. I'll tell you my first memory of you. 5. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 6. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you. 7. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you. 8. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you. 9. If you play, you MUST post this on yours
I'm definitely not ready... Everytime i watch this commercial, i want to punch a hole in my tv screen. But doing that would in fact hurt my hand a lot, so instead i just start yelling at the tv: what were the designers THINKING when they made this ad? IT'S. SO. TACKY.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT AD MAKES ME ANGRY AND CONFUSED. the dodgey asian drum girls on the great wall. AND ESPECIALLY THAT ONE WHO HAS THAT STUPID FRINGE AND DOES THAT STUPID POSE. (no offence if you have that fringe. that girl just frustrates me in particular.) the gymnast hanging on the hoops which magically come from the heavens. the high jumper jumping over the great wall to plummet to her death. uh.. the random sprint track infront of tiananmen square? the girl diving off the great wall into a pool magically positioned next to the wall. (hey - maybe the high jumper didn't plummet to her death afterall.) ..the boxers? what the fudge? ooh look another jumper. HOLY CRAP THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP ON THE WALL.
look, don't get me wrong but... wait, i have nothing to say to that. i just hate the ad. you don't agree? imagine it vice versa: if china made an ad for the sydney olympics, it's like them using the opera house in shotput. or many little harbour bridges as hurdles. why not use the centerpoint tower in javelin?
normally i would laugh at the silliness of it all, but for some reason it just angers me. oh dear.
What the hard? Have any of you heard or played the game "PaRappa the Rapper"? It's one of those games like DDR, except not as lame. You have to press the buttons and arrows on the controller in sync with the song blahblah etc.
And it is so bloody hard. Like, unusually hard. No way am I trying to boast here, but usually i'm not too bad on games, but seriously, i still haven't passed level 1. And i swear i've tried at least 20 times. No jokes.
It doesn't help that the rhythm of the button-pressing isn't in time with the rhythm of the song. WHAT THE CRAP. YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE.
but no way am i giving up. i'ma show you, mistah onion head.
kick punch it's all in the mind if you wanna test me i'm sure you'll find the things i'll teach ya are sure to beat ya nevertheless you'll get a lesson from teacher
ouch. i got my first cervical cancer shot today. my doctor wasn't really reassuring when i asked him if it hurts or not. "umm... i've heard that this shot hurts. does it?" "yeah. it does. everyone says it does." GEE THANKS. but luckily it didn't hurt too much, only when he was pushing the fluid stuff in. ew.
there's this really grumpy girl at my work. she hardly smiles. like really. hardly. what's up with that? how can you get through a day not smiling at all? today she got really frustrated when she had to open a new frozen youghurt tub so i said "ahaha seems like you've got some pent up anger there" and she replied "YEAH. I'VE FIGURED." what the hell? go suck on poo, you stupid cow. so i gave up on being polite to her. man she pisses me off.
on(release){trace("hellooooooo world")} ahaha what a nerd.
sitting in class at the mo' and just came back from the break. my throat still kinda hurts and i'm dry coughing every few minutes. ergh. this weather is getting me down.
i love drawn together. so so much. captain hero: what comes after asphyxi-SEVEN? asphyxi-EIGHT!
monday night by far my most favourite night for tv. 8:30-9:30 SBS - South Park and Drawn Together Seven - Desperate Housewives 9:30-10:30 Ten - Supernatural Jensen Ackles. What a hunk. Of LOVE.
you can probably tell what my life revolves around at the moment. how excitement.
ah, long time no see, young ones. well, not really, i lie. i like reading everyone's posts, but not so much posting myself.
i always have these awesome awesome thoughts running through my head, but when i get around to opening up the "Post an Entry" page... they all run away to Alaska. and this is why i can't blog.
oscar watches mulan everyday while he eats EVERY meal. and i can't help but think "holy crap. disney is so awesome." seriously. mushu: (referring to mulan's horse, khan) if i was my real size, your cow here would die of fright. down bessie! AHAHA oh dear.
i also watched juno the other day. it's not as great as the media makes it out to be, but it still has pretty hilarious moments. bleeker: i still have your underwear. juno: and i still have your virginity. OWNED. juno: you should've gone to China, cos I hear they give away babies like free iPods. you know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events. CH-CH-CH-CH
the way some curry guys attempt to impress and pick up is also hilarious. narv and i walked past two of them on george st, and one of them started singing "beautiful girls" by sean kingston. AHAHA
in short time, boys will blossom into men, and they will sprout in your garden.
