Fairytales do come true.

It’s so bloody good! I loved it!!! The only time I thought the movie was too long was when my shoulder ached because I was leaning too far to Jarod’s side. Heehee.

Noami Watts should get an Oscar for Best Actress, and can Andy Serkis get recognised already?!?!?! (If he has already won an award, then please automatically assume that my sentence meant - Can Andy Serkis get another award already?!?!??!?!) Not to mention the amazing amazing amazing computer graphics team that created every emotion on King Kong’s face….

I was rooting for King Kong and Ann Darrow to live happily ever after in the jungles, even though I don’t see how it’s possible and that the bloody newspapers leaked that there was going to be a sad ending. Boohoo. I was sniffling like a baby even before the end of the show, because it was just too fucking touching!!! Needless to say, I went all-out when King King died at the end. Oh, Adrien Brody and the skipper are quite cute too.

Surprisingly, there were plenty of comic moments too. I think the Peter Jackson probably didn’t mean this scene to be funny, but it was funny as hell in retrospect - when they were in the jungle in Skull Island and then there are all these yucky disgusting gross insects after Ann Darrow, one species after another, the girls in the cinema were all like “ewwww” “yucksss” “ahkwejhfjendalw” HAHAHAHHA Damn funny. Of course I was doing my part to appeal to Jarod’s protective side *ahem* Hahahah. Seriously, Ann Darrow has to be the unluckiest female during the insect and T-Rex chasing scene…even when she was hanging entangled in the vines also the T-Rexes found some way to snap their jaws at her…you gotta give it to the screenwriters for imagination man!

It’s a good show. Exciting and touching and everything in between… Highly recommended.

I have the King Kong of pimples next to my nose. Fucking hell. I never had a pimple so big, red, raw and FUCKING IRRITATING before in my entire life…not that I can remember much. Usually, the pimples I get are easily pop-able…if they are not, then they are just a skin-coloured bump…but no. This fucker has to be red and humongous right smack in the middle of my face.

Of course, it has to appear right before New Year’s too. My bodily timing has always been wonderful… *mulls* You have no idea how true that sentence is, right now.

*stabs period*

*stabs humid-ass weather in Malaysia*

*stabs pimple*

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh well. The show must go on. Happy New Year y’all and I hope it will be a wonderful year for everyone!

I have just finished reading I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb.

Usually, I stick to fluffy mystery-thriller- romances type of stories. IKTMIT is 890 pages of depressing shit and 10 pages of happy-ending that seems so implausible and is such a 360degrees turn from the depressing saddening shit that it’s hard to accept.

No doubt, I like a happy ending as much as another, but but but to force me to swallow raw descriptions of how fucked up life can be AND then suddenly to tell me that oh and they all lived happily ever after is…not right.

The book is really something else man. Gritty, detailed and well-written. I could VIRTUALLY see someone behaving in the same behaviour that Dominick did…that’s how realistic it was. Of course, please bear in mind my lack of life experience and that what I think is normal behaviour is probably shaped by the media. It’s just amazing how the author has defined - art imitates life.

I’m feeling quite messed up now after reading the book. Like I said, it’s because the book deals with the ugly part of life that no one ever likes to confront. It has insanity, suicide, murder, abuse…you name the crime, it’s there all right. Despite the depressing stuff, the book is really gripping. Heh. It’s really hard for any non-mystery/thriller/romance book to capture my attention, especially one that is 900 page long.

But urgh *mental shiver* The book is just D.E.P.R.E.S.S.I.N.G!!!!!! Shit that’s why I hate reading books like these. Gets me all worked up and restless and lost. At most, the mystery/thriller/romance will make me either sob or be envious. Simple enough emotions to deal with. But this monster of a book?! How????!!! I don’t even know where to start to properly put down all I feel.

Another depressing book is Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. Heh. You can’t get a more depressing subject-matter than a hermaphrodite, can you? Gotta admire the ironic title of the book, though.

*sigh*

Shitlah, and I was supposed to FINISH my assignment by tomorrow. Fucking hell. Did I mention that I have my Sunday back again?

I know this much is true - if I don’t finish my essay by tomorrow, I’ll be under a whole lot of stress which could potentially mess up my weekend.

Why the fuck do I set deadlines for myself? Give me prozac, please.

It’s ok, folks, you can call off the search party now, or stop watching the news everyday like an addict desperate to get your fix because my plane hasn’t crashed or got hijacked by terrorists or anything like that.

I’m alive and well, back in Malaysia.

There’s so many things in my mind right now. This post will come across as extremely jumbled and superbly deranged and schizo, possibly.

I have always maintained that I am an escapist, so it’s not strange for me to feel depressed after a vacation, especially when I might have to take mock exams when college starts IN TWO FUCKING WEEKS TIME.

Oh god, how I detest real life.

I looked at my academic schedule for 2006 and it’s fucking busy. I will be so so so so stressed out I am feeling stressed out now just imagining it. From March 11 2006 onwards, our principal (or vice-principal, who cares) has promised us a 6-day per week of lectures. Right now, my timetable is:

• Monday: 10 am - 5pm
• Tuesday: 10 am - 1.15pm
• Friday: extra classes, either from 2.30pm - 5pm or 6.15pm-9.30pm
• Saturdays: 2pm-6.30pm

I’ve already moaned in great detail about having Fridays and Saturdays classes because it fucking rudely intrudes on my dating time with Jarod. I hate Kemayan. Have I said it before?

So, now the powers-that-are has decided to screw with our lives a bit more, just for the heck of it, you know…Shut up, ok? I know it’s for revision purposes, but what the hell……. driving us like slaves just to keep up their good record etc. I probably should be thankful for the extra classes but that can come later…like when I get my exam results in August 2006.

So yeh, starting from March 11 2006, my classes will be:

• Monday: 10 am - 5 pm
• Tuesday: 10 am - 5pm
• Two more other days: 10 am -5 pm
• Saturday: 2 pm - 9 pm
• Sunday: 10 am - 5 pm

Do you feel like crying? Because I certainly do. Before my eyes, my precious time with Jarod has been whittled down to…..almost nothing. I don’t know how to handle it. I really don’t. Argh. If Jarod is still working the 6-3 shift, then hahah goodbye. I don’t need to see him at all, because he will need to sleep early. I can’t even meet up with him for dinner on Sundays because he will have to sleep at like what…9 pm?

Then there will also be the exam stress mounting on. Shit I hate exams more than anything else in the world. Pierce me with 10 needles ala Fear Factor all you want, just don’t fucking make me take exams, ok? The stress, nerves and pressure I undergo before every exam burns me out.

Fuck fuck fuck.

And then my college is starting NEXT FUCKING SATURDAY. Great.

Not to mention my parents, all of a sudden, booked me for this Sunday. New Year’s Day.

I have plans already.

For the past 19 years of my life, new year’s day has never been important or significant enough for my family to justify “doing something special”, which was the reason why they “booked” me this Sunday. What the fuck. Suddenly only they want to do soemthing special for new years. Honestly I don’t give a damn if this weekend is new years or merdeka or [insert holidays here]. But the fact remains is that this weekend is the last FREE weekend I have before going back to the hellhole called college.

I had big plans for this coming weekend.

And now it’s all ruined.

Obviously those plans involves Jarod because hey, an opportunity when I can see him on BOTH days?! Am I crazy to give it up or what?

But great. Wonderful. Lovely. Life rocks.

It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with my family, but aiyoh, I see them every single day. Every damn day.

Jarod? I could only wish I was so lucky as to see him everyday.

Right now, I am mad and stressed and feeling all fucked up. I need a good cry and a good friend.

I want to break something. I hate this I hate this I hate this. RGLKBMRJGKRE KNFnpweijvh0rjfojn vc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

Other News & Views
Compiled by JANE RITIKOS, NG CHENG YEE AND T. PERIASAMY

AN expose by Kosmo! revealed that some students at a university here are doing more than just studying.

A reporter from the daily who went undercover found out that stories about some female undergraduates selling their bodies in exchange for a good life were indeed true.

The daily interviewed a 22-year-old student who confessed that she was willing to sell herself because she was envious of some of her friends leading extravagant lives.

“Moreover, she admitted that she and six of her friends earned about RM4,000 a month or RM250 for a weekend session,” Kosmo! said.

The student, who claimed to be from a poor family, said she started becoming a call girl when she was in her first year.

The report said what lured her into the “profession” was seeing her friends wearing branded clothes, driving cars, having mobile phones and always having cash in hand.

“I was jealous of seeing them having all that. That was why I became a prostitute like them,” she said.

The third year student said she was initially nervous but her friends introduced her to a pimp.

She said they conducted their “business” at a cheap hotel in the city.

Kosmo! staked out the hotel for two nights and found that it was tightly guarded by about five men who had walkie-talkies with them.

A few men were seen coming in and out of the place driving luxury cars.

The student said the girls would do their “business” on weekends but sometimes had to cut classes when they were needed to service clients on weekdays.

“I quit the trade because my studies suffered and almost got kicked out of campus, aside from the fear of being caught and contracting venereal diseases,” she told the paper.

-sourced from thestar.com.my via charleybean.blogsome.com

Demand and supply theory, anyone?

And I’m right no matter what you say.

Men. Suck.

Okay. Horny men who doesn’t know where to keep their miniscule limp dicks suck.

Men with dignity and integrity rocks.

:P

I hope chez doesn’t still read my blog.

My feet ache!!! Heh. Isn’t that a familiar refrain? Because the most convenient way to travel in HK is on foot…

But today it was because I walked in Hong Kong Disneyland the whole whole whole day.

Bleh.

It was a great adventure though. The first thing that struck me about HK Disneyland is that everything screams “Quality!!! Got standard!!!” right down to their Mickey embossed manhole covers. The rides are tame compared to what Sunway Lagoon has to offer, but the selling point is the entire Disney experience.

:)

Lovely.

I’ll post more pictures when I’m feeling less tired.

See ya’ll!