i've decided that i should focus more on the FINER things in life, against the frivolous pseudoculture (diana goh's half geog class of 05/06 ROCKS) we've all been forced into, since we all live in singapore. hell, pseudoculture was formed the day our forefathering migrants landed upon singapores sparce shores. being greeted by the few and far between coconut trees. (they dont have coconut trees in china i tell you). so yes, this decision is based on the fact that i've gotten feedback that my blogs a hapless blackhole of neverending bimbotic proclamations and breathy overexcited load of nothingness. i shall ATTEMPT to sound more grounded, although the term "airhead" is very apt at describing me. and of course. describe nature and its wonders. against the wonderful albeit frivolous spoils of the recent shopping spree, (although i must say, they are more highly entertaining). so yes. i shall sit back, against jumping up and down between blogging. drink copious amounts of tea with my lil pinky sticking out, versus coke (a brainwashing pseudoculture forming drink if there ever was one!). and of course. be more serious and pondering instead of writing what comes off the top of my head. this marks the beginning of a NEW ERA i say!
i looked at the entry i wrote on australia yesterday.
i felt sick
i learned so much more from kangaroo land than how to find great bargains.
it sounds as though all i did there was shop (which i did)
i didnt describe the natural wonders i saw (9 levels of target! 5 levels of myers! MISS SIXTY AT HALF PRICE)
i didnt describe the deep renewed friendships that were forged. (oh yes. waaaayyy deep)
i didnt describe my experiences and life changing lessons. (besides the shopping)
so today, i shall.
whoever wants to read my previous less deeply thought over entry on australia can do so by clicking "older entries" or "previous" and scroll till you find australia! well... DUH *ahem*
australia was beautiful.
the people glowed
there was such a tanglible air of welcoming peace i was overwhelmed.
the weather was fantastic. all crisp and new and refreshing. so unlike singapore (THIS IS NOT A COUNTRY-CIST STATEMENT. i love singapore, majulah singapura and all that).
it was just that the moment i landed i felt so relaxed. it was just after a heavy rain. everything was wet and new. a palpable day for new beginnings.
how completely fated.
i loved it.
i even teared abit.
people who know what shits been going on in my life would understand. for those who dont.
the divorce.
the betrayal.
the hiding.
the end of something.
the beginning of another.
the nostalgia.
the fights.
the loss.
the operation.
the coma.
the hospital visits.
the realisations.
the drifting apart.
the list goes on. sigh. it all looks so depresing. but i tell you. standing on top of hinze dam, nerang. i suddenly felt so tiny. it was like i was looking at everything in my life from the wrong end of the telescope. everything started shrinking.. i felt so tiny and insignificant and it was like
"hey hun, everythings not so bad. there are bigger things in life than you"
it was so comforting, so straining, so frustrating at the same time. so i did what i did. posed on top of cars with cheryl and linz, and aunty bee. thoroughly enjoying myself. and i screamed into the wind.
for once, i wasnt cheering for someone else. not for a team, not for the sizzlers, not for dion, not for lee house, not for school. i was cheering for ME. .
i feel like tendering my resignation as one of the cheer capts now by the way. i'll leave it all to kail. afterall, i'm always late for training. my flips are shit. i'm weak. and i'm tired. and oh yes, the coach hates me. bugger.
then, the night sky.
we lived in nerang, about half an hours drive from brisbane city. it was in the hinterland. far away from mordern civilisaton. only 2 channels to turn to on tv.
the night sky.
was entrancing. it was cativating. it pulled me beyond my wildest dreams. it was "starburst" i tell you. i reaffirmed my faith lying on the dewy grass outside the cabin. there was a god, and he decided to make little things like stars become a great and wondrous picture when they all came together. it came directly out of a postcard. those beautiful scenes you see everyday that dont really register in your mind when you see them. but capture you when you give it a second look.
i'm givin everything a second look from now on brothers and sisters. hey ho and tally o. as am i supergluying myself to my camera from now on.
and eliza i promise. i heard your choir concert, i heard cantabile. i heard kodomo. i'm so sorry i couldnt be there to support you. but i heard it all lying on the grass. i heard the harmonies. i heard people talking because you people got boring. i heard you complaining about your stupid purple gowns. (they are hideous by the way) i was looking at the greece photos. you people look hilarious. oh yea, i got designing the new and improved choir gowns! i'll show you the sketches on sunday.... love you tons. stupid eliza. i've realised something.
the three of us have gone through SO MANY NAMES. i remember most of mine.
kimbee.
chin chow.
kimberlily
i remember ethels.
MAN
INDIAN
THEL
i remember yours.
ELIZOO THE KANGAROO
LIZARD
we've gone through so much together! hahaha. i'm so glad the three of us plus cheryl have been together for so long. i still remember crystal's 10th. oh GAWD. i was annoying then. but thanks for putting up with me.
intermediate camp.
thanks for supporting the idea and working so well. and taking charge (ethel) when i got tired and comforting me when i cried
(elizoo) and makin me laugh (james) and being lame and crappy which ultimately made me laugh albeit unwillingly (elroi) and being in charge and letting us ransack your house during com meetings (lucy), and being so patient and tolerant (gerald). that was us. the comm. i cant believe i hardly talk to lucy anymore. when i used to call him for every single lil thing. whatever went wrong i'm like sorry. i'm probably the cause of it. but you're really precious to me. you ALL are. everyone i mention here shared a huge part of my life. i'm becoming all emo again.. bugger.
see how i digress from australia.
oh yes. my parents bought a house in coolangatta. i was so freakin happy. they're planning on one in brisbane. and of course. another along the highway from brisbane to nerang. and my favourite so far.
one next to pacific fair.
and about 20 mins from the carrera markets.
i'll be in heaven i tell you. 4 houses in australia! oh wait. five, since i've got one in adelaide. oh yea. and one at neptunes, surfers paradise. six... thats.. alot isnt it. but they'll be rented so its fine.
heh. cheryl i'm happy. we can go visit and sleep on the wonderful bed again! next plane ticket back. and this time DONT LOCK YOUR PHONE. i'll go book. and you pay. since i did all the work and deserve a break. dumdadee.
cheryls a genius. she locked her phone. and spent 7 days plotting to get to uncle alex's. and by the way hun, josh msged. hes so strange. he called me "cheryls best friend". i resent that. my name is tagahoolawigi!
goshes. i love my friends. i got like 9 msges from different people saying they miss me. i missed you too.
i sent about 30 msges to abdul hafiz and he replied TWENTY SEVEN. pfffft.
and so far i've got 11 msges from people saying they want their gifts and they want them NOW.
and only one (bel) who says that gifts arent mandatory. you stupid materialistic ingrates! learn from bel.. haha.
and about 7 msges from wayne chong being all hyper and full of exclamation marks. thats a first i must say. oh wait. thats a seventh.
and i got 3 msges from dom koh about austrlia and 6 not concerning australia, 2 of which is about how hot elisha cuthbert from the girl next door is. and 1 about how appalled he is about my behaviour. oh wait. THREE.
i got one from my mum begging me to get of the com and go prepare for tuition.
and i've just sent her one telling her to go away and i hate her.
hmmms. seems like everythings in order. i shall go prepare for tuition now. which marcus phooi is vehemently refusing to go for. oh wait. THERE ISNT TUITION?!
i'm confused
bloody hell. i hate change. coin shange, purse change, changing clothes. changing lives. i'm not a fan of change.
my pants, skirts, shorts, tops arent happy. i've put on excessive amounts of weight.
bugger
bloody.
sigh. tuition calls to me. the pain i feel across the back is caused by the fucking cane. someone call the child abuse hotline.
over and out.
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