Cardboard Heart

So i watched paper heart just now. i laughed a lot, i texted my friend Skelletor the Magnificent during the movie as she is in love with Michael Cera who isn't very cute, and i played a bit of rapid roll during too. i have a shortish attention span, and idle hands are the devil's plaything so something like that.
it made me think about how i am in life, i hate the idea of cuteness and lovey-dovey stuff, and the such, but... love? it's so... special, right? i mean, it's supposed to be big with the flowers and the sparkles and the flutter in the stomach. but... love is also family right? it's also friends? and love is like when you have a puppy that depends on you and he looks up in your eyes and tries to tell you to give him food. because he loves you because he's your dog.
ah well. sleep? :D
new years is going to be epic. fingers crossed.

I'm (not) okay

well, i am really. i lied right there. i'm fine actually, apart from a bit of light headed-ness from lying upside down while on the phone. i had a $7 phone call RE: New Years. as i go to an international school, most people are out of suva because they can afford it. so there is just me, skelletor the magnificent, and potato left for the partying. we have planned to go to the movies new years eve. rather, to get pizza, watch a movie, spike potato's drink and watch her being silly-faced. we are making the assumption that potato can't hold liquor well. i raised the point that she should eat before spiking. i was only talking to skelletor at this point, so there. she then realised my genius and we have decided that food is good. i hope the lovely bones is going to be good. it's what we plan on seeing. if it's lame i will be sad for wasting my new years eve.
last night, due to insomnia, i decided to work on my new art book. well, i drew the borders and numbered every page. yes. all 120 of them. i was bored. i didnt know what to do really. i've been mind full really lately. there are too many things to worry and think about. school fees, uniforms, rent, bills, people, friends, work, home, and well... i'm trying to figure out some stuff for myself. so yeah. very hectic becoming an adult is. yes, i'm turning 18 in 2010. and i'm s**t-scared. yes yes. very scared. of becoming older. oh well.
i would like to confess that hypocrisy should be my religion. i thrive on it. i believe in it. i feel that it's also the thing that i will never stop laughing at. i can talk like a retard on crack (am sorry if this offends, but am uber good at playing dumb), but still stop and yell at someone who mispronounces something or has bad grammar. as mentioned previously, i go to an international school where english is not always the first language. i have to stop myself from correcting the english of those around me sometimes. it's almost painful when someone says something that makes no grammatical sense. the again, i slip from time to time yay hypocrisy!

they did it wrong.
should be "a d" silly peoples :P

so I guess I’m feeling like a hero. I stopped my cousin from crying. She’s an adorable little 4 year old, and I like her. She’s cute, has an adorable Asian bob (her hair is very straight and very thin, unlike mine… /sigh) and she was very tired. So here she is, crying, not wanting to sleep, while her aunt/godmother (my Mam) is setting up her laptop so that they can watch a movie in bed. I get the princess diaries, because this adorable cousin of my is very girly, and I spend a while trying to fix the computer so that it’ll play this DVD. I eventually give up (it’s windows vista and I’m terrified of it) and use VLC to play the movie. So she smiles a little, leans back and watched this film.

We went to the beach today, and it was beautiful. The waves, the wind, the sun. I was very proud because I was wearing my shortest skirt and a boob tube (but, alas, I am flat. /sigh) and I walked along the beach looking for pretty rocks and shells. I found a few I picked up and even found a stone with a whole right through it which was my aim for the day. I like rocks like that… they are pretty :) I don’t think I have a tan though. My stomach is still very white, as the rest of me. My Mam laughed at me and called me white. I’m not white. I’m light brown.

I’ve started to form my identity. Well, a little bit of it anyway. I’ve dyed my hair. It’s now a strange and relatively boring shade of reddish/pinkish-brown. Is cool. I like it. I plan on cutting it. I want to cut it as soon as… so I don’t chicken out or anything. Ah well..

nighty night. :D

very good movie.

effective for little girl control.

Well christmas is over.

merry christmas!

well, at least for this year. was interesting really. i got a few other things (a candle and diary) yesterday. i had thought that i had gotten them all, because we weren't all out this year really. we didn't have a tree tree. we got some twigs on our way back from the west, but it wasn't the same.
i recently re-read my blog. i noticed that i have many typos in my posts. and quite a few i'm ashamed of. some are really emo. and... that's no good for my image. ah well. i'm too lazy to fix it.
i also have written my new years resolution list. i'm probably not going to post it though. i'm shy.
i wrote a really long list. some are about family, some about relationships, some about friendships, and some about work and school. i will reveal however that one i really hope to achieve is the one i think i wrote last night.
i'm going to try figure out who i am. not just where i want to go, what i what to do in uni, or what kind of guy i like or anything. that deeper me. i plan first to cut my hair really short. i'm keeping the bob though. i plan on shortening the fringe and cutting the sides to about up to my cheekbones. that kind of length. and tonight i plan on dying my hair. i wanted to go purple, but my mam suggested burgundy. i don't know what that is. ah well.
i'm also addicted to erica moen's comics. i've shamefully read a lot of them, and.. well, i've read all of Dar. i love her style. it's... well, simple. and some of her earlier stuff is nice :) ah well.
i saw my 5 year old cousin read out a chapter of scripture from the bible yesterday. he stood on a stool thing with his mother who pointed to the words for him. i was proud to know him, to be related to this little boy. our family have always been early readers. my brother started reading at about the age of 2, me at 3, and this boy around 4. i like that there are still readers. in local schools, if you pick up a book in your spare time, you're a nerd or the equivalent in slang fijian or hindi. i don't know the slang, sadly. i was brought up in a home where all we spoke was english, all the friends i had spoke english, and i was terrified of the chinese kids in my class who spoke fijian better than i did. ah well. i like english. it's my forte. :)

so i leave y'all for the now. but i leave with a few words. one, i hope that any typos will be forgiven (along with incomplete sentences. i do that a lot in essays). two, i hope you don't think less of me for the fact i only know english (i cannot lay claim to french. i cant speak it. i can read it, write it, but not speak. i'm paranoid that i might mispronounce something). three, i hope you laugh at the picture at the bottom. :)

i only wish that i had reflexes like he did.

Yes, i cried

i love dethklok. it is almost sad :D

i was watching across the universe and i cried when the little boy died. and i loved that movie. i sung along to some of the songs.
although my brother was a bit weird. he was all, "this isnt going to be your new rent is it?" (Rent referring to the musical where "everyone has AIDS"). i love rent. i've watched the dvd at least 6 times, one with commentary, because i do that.
im the kind of person who watches things until they die. i know almost all the words in season one of friends, specifically episodes 9-12. that's because i've seen them at least 5 times each. yes. i am sad. and i kind of did the same this to the metalocalypse episodes. i love that show.
So im just posting some random pictures.. one of an album cover, i think, is very metal :P and another of a dancing monkey. cuz dancing monkies are brutal.

doesn't it look like he's doing the tango?
Antonio Banderas cat come nowhere :D