| i ought not sound like a tai-tai to be |
[09 Nov 2005|02:27pm] |
i waited one hour and forty-five minutes for hanyin so that we could go on a thirty minute date together at burger king where most of it was spent laughing over random things, staring at our food and going, "annoying and short porn!" and "tea!" alternately. ah, times with hanyin. also i have reserved hanyin for another exclusive outing to the Hut of Antiques (this is my name for it since i have, in a most scatterbrained manner, forgotten the original). i then took a bus meaning to go to school and then come back and have to cross my dreaded overhead bridge in the sun, but i most fortunately met the temporary three muskateers, which consisted of shu may, dingo and aaron. i entrusted the ever-super-dingo with my errands and chattered to shums for the entire trip and kept bashing the guy sitting behind me with a plastic bag. by the time i got home i think the magic burger king mushrooms had finally taken effect, as i was happy enough to bounce around an empty house like a hamster running rabidly on a treadmill.
in plaza singapura, i expounded on my idea of treadmills as status symbols to hanyin. i also ate my second onion ring. i shared my BK coupons as representative of my forgiving nature (waiting nearly two hours!). we then walked around the mall, before proceeding to the most exciting carrefour, a place to settle all your tea-deprived woes. i ended up with twenty-five sachets of vanilla tea, part of which will be part of the old day package. while waiting for hanyin i went to spotlight to discover $6.65 scissors, many tai-tais attending crotcheting classes and things that would make fantastic birthday gifts if only i had the skills to make them fantastic.
and now i shall take a luxurious shower, indulging in the fact that other people are conducting frantic meetings in school while i bask in the glory that is the body shop shower foam.
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[08 Nov 2005|12:35pm] |
What I look like now:
What I want to wear in someplace colder:
i'm having subway for lunch again, with that macadamia cookie. i wanted to go to novena to buy organic macadamia to see how they'd taste, but they're $13 for a small packet. i'd rather do a $3 tong garden anyday. yesterday my mum said, "what do you want for christmas?" and because i was evidently having a fit i didn't say, "a muji wall cd player" and instead i said, "how about a kilogram of honey roasted macadamias?"
ETA: i can't remember who it was who i was talking to but it is macadamia after all because i've been a retard for the past seventeen years and can't spell my own favourite nut.
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| muji wall cd player is hot hot hot. |
[07 Nov 2005|09:11pm] |
breathe this in, man! muji wall-hanging cd player for $219 at seiyu. i would give babies and un-dettol-ed kisses for this.
( muji wall cd player. )
nothing otherwise spectacular occurred. i went to school for pw, ate for the first time at my cosy corner with hsien and sheena. or rather, they watched me eat. i ate the salmon bowl and it wasn't bad, but nothing was memorable as the food at coro tends to be. sheena met one of her friends who kept saying, "i want to box them!" and i ate my food quickly, astounded by her violence even though i say such variations with "beat them up" included. but you know that everything is in jest to me. i went home and slept for hours and hours, woke up for dinner and the internet. my amis book remains unfinished after two weeks. i'm a slob at reading.
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| this is like, really sucky. |
[06 Nov 2005|12:10am] |
i met shu may at 550 (i was five minutes late!) and we talked and hung out and went for church service. i took a few notes for real because the speaker seemed rather sensible this time, and he waves his hands around and talks really fast and dramatically like i do, so i felt that he was a kindred spirit.
notes:
love is the centre of God's universe. compassion is to love tenderly, a yearning to show this love. God loves to show mercy. (micah 7:18) God delights in mercy. His mercy and compassion are greater than God's power, not in quantity or size but in quality. allow yourself to be moved by God's compassion. (mark 6:30-44) bread and fish story. God resides in you.
i'm not one for comprehensive notes. i love the way my notes have more about love than anything else i write. that time during prayer meeting when charmaine said, "God is love" with such conviction that i thought i'd never be lost again. shu may looked happy and i was happy too. wen kept saying, "so cute!" about the speaker which was cute in itself! then me and shums went to the hawker centre (!) for dinner where i queued for char kway teow and she bought sugarcane and we had a mutual treat. happy dinner ensued. i met carmen and daryl poon.
i'm officially angry with daryl poon for abandoning me on the mrt system for carmen the beautiful, leaving me to deal with lecherous old people in red shirts. i know it's easy to state it nonchalantly here but i was scared out of my brains and texted yongs frantically except that he was too obsessed with eliot and calling me a 'sucka!' to really care. then i called my mother at the bus-stop and texted everyone at the bus-stop with a variety of accompanying hamsterfaces to quell my fear. i proceeded to have an arse of a time on the crowded bus as three people smelling distinctly of after-training sweat proceeded to surround me and be taller than me so i couldn't poke my head out into fresh air.
oh, life. this calls for insertion of an angsty emoticon.
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| lusty weather |
[04 Nov 2005|11:23pm] |
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went to school for pw only to have nobody around except jac and later sheena. i saw mr burge in his car and i waved to him as he walked up the slope and he waved back. i called ella and only upon hijacking the muscovite did i find out that she was responsibly conscious in the geog room doing pw. i stormed up saying, "eleanor loh!" but i forgot what she was supposed to pass to me. it was princess mononoke after all. i went back. we spent two hours choreographing a striptease. mr miles was amused. we were all choking on our saliva from laughter. i went out with shumay and debbie to cafe wadever despite my inclination toward the cosy corner, which i've never been to. we waited forever for our food. there was a blackout and we ate in darkness talking about random things. we then walked back to school, where mr white showed us how his car could strip herself topless! much in line with the whole striptease theme of the day. we were awed. shumay dubbed him, "our cool grandfather." gery said, "i saw mr white's underwear!" esther wants to follow him home. a cool car and a hot attire can make any granddad acquire fangirls. shums, debs and i walked to lisa's house. weather was nice so i didn't wilt. we hung out in her basement. with the chips, air-con and a game of billionaire. i won three games but shumay won overall. clement and charmaine and jac came for prayer meeting and we just sat there singing for two hours. it was a really pleasant sort of feeling. i like being constantly reminded about God because i tend to forget. isn't that awful? i remember saying only one thing aside from singing, when i told them about talking about religion to one of my atheist friends, who said, "but what if we're just some molecule in some dude's closet?" and i thought, then who created that dude? another dude in another closet? who created that dude? why is everyone in closets? eventually there's got to be some really big dude high up there, and whether he's hiding us all in his closet or not it doesn't matter because he's one really big dude. and i shared one of my old childhood fantasies, that we're actually a world that is a single atom that makes up a giant being called God. isn't that fascinating? my old imagination works better than my new one. i bussed home and showered and ate turkey salad for dinner which was wonderful. what a strange day in the middle of lusty weather.
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| smell of dying cookies |
[03 Nov 2005|12:30am] |
very tired and waiting for shu may to come back online so i can discuss for a while before sleeping. just got back from rj's play. but more on that later.
monday: school, pw, waiting, being dumped by debbie, gaining gerydingo minions, tunnels, buskers, silence, subway, eating, cookies, talking about harry and fleur being a man, watching people, home.
tuesday: kino, bookshelf-wandering, borders, stationery, kino, sitting by poetry shelves, yoshinoya, buying food, honourable friend & home.
wednesday: school, auditorium, sleeping by the sidelines, lunch, school, dance, home, coronation, watching people eat, talking to myself, bus-stop, photo-taking, rjc, happiness, home.
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i'm sleepy. this afternoon's lunch transformed from a sam-and-justin-hot-date to a sam-chilling-with-her-two-pals to justin/shengli/jon male orgy + sam as the extra person who decides what dimsum to order that doesn't taste like fart.
rushed back for dance meeting. there was no dance meeting since no one turned up. i did the warm-ups for modern dance and i think i pulled a muscle trying to touch my toes. i've never done modern dance before. jiching and becky and ailene will attest to the hilarity of my clumsy movements as i teetered my way through warm ups.
went home to change and shower and went to coro to meet shumay, foo and nicholas. was joined by dingo and very much later, yongs, and even more very much later, angela and angela's fried monkey. shums and i took pictures of each other at the bus-stop. the colours are pretty.
there was a dishonourable friends fiasco but i'm too tired to describe it in all it's vivid dramatic hyperbole. only that everyone was upset and crying and yelling and angela bought a fish burger for monkey.
three plays. i didn't like the first one, though the second started out brilliant then died, the third one was punctuated with flashes of brilliance, cliche and boredom. i couldn't judge the acting but faulted most of it to the scripts. i loved the set-up of the third play, it reminds me of an old make-believe in my childhood.
needless to say even though i'm really tired i'm also kind of really happy. God playing tricks again.
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| more memes for the moment |
[03 Nov 2005|12:16am] |
Update to come, really.
An Honest Meme
1. Honestly, where are you at?
- in my room on a broken faux leather swivel chair stuffed between the bed and the table.
2. Honestly, what's on your mind?
- c**kie
3. Honestly, who do you chat with when you are online?
- shu may, debbie, sometimes-vincee, dingo, resuscitated-gina, sometimes-sams, yongs, sometimes-hanyin, sometimes-aaron, non-gaming kenneth. the list goes on and on.
4. Honestly, what is it that you REALLY should be doing right now?
- writing environmentally friendly lyrics to the black eyed peas.
5. Honestly, have you brushed your teeth today?
- yes.
6. Honestly, are you a good friend?
- i'm a dishonourable insensitive friend who tries her very best to be kind and frequently succeeds.
7. Honestly, do you really think going to school is all that important?
- yes.
8. Honestly, what are your dreams about mostly?
- totally screwed up situations. swimming pools, girls in shorts and gym jackets, chinese high boys denying their sexuality, shooting, robbing, tied up roses, tulips, encasements. more than that, about people i know.
9. Honestly, what are you so happy about right now?
- God playing tricks on me!
1o. Honestly, what are you so sad about right now?
- nothing, really.
11. how old are you right now?
- seventeen and a few months.
12. Honestly, who are you missing?
- no one in particular.
13. Honestly, have you ever stolen something?
- no. unless you count exploitations when i borrow a pen and forgot who i borrowed it from and no one is interested in claiming it back.
14. Honestly, what song are you listening to right now?
- silence.
15. Honestly, who do you want to meet at this very moment?
- i don't particularly, i think. i'm so tired now.
16. Honestly, where do you like to be kissed?
- on my cheek! i kiss everybody on the cheek.
17. Honestly, do you like/love someone right now?
- i can't honestly answer this!
18. Honestly, do you hate someone right now?
- no.
19. Honestly, who do you wanna hug right now?
- i think i want to cuddle gina, or pull my fingers through sams' hair, or give hsien a manly hug.
20. Honestly, are you bored?
- not at all, just so tired.
21. Honestly, who do you wanna slap right now?
- **em***
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| food meme |
[03 Nov 2005|12:00am] |
Bold stuff you've eaten.
1. Fresh fish
2. Lobster
3. Steak
4. Thai food
5. Chinese food
6. Ice cream
7. Pizza
8. Crab
9. Curry
10. Prawns
11. Moreton Bay Bugs
12. Clam chowder
13. Barbecues
14. Pancakes
15. Pasta
16. Mussels
17. Cheesecake
18. Lamb
19. Cream tea
20. Alligator
21. Oysters
22. Kangaroo
23. Chocolate
24. Sandwiches
25. Greek food
26. Burgers
27. Mexican food
28. Squid
29. American diner breakfast
30. Salmon
31. Venison
32. Guinea pig
33. Shark
34. Sushi
35. Paella
36. Barramundi
37. Reindeer
38. Kebab
39. Scallops
40. Australian meat pie
41. Mango
42. Durian fruit
43. Octopus
44. Ribs
45. Roast beef
46. Tapas
47. Jerk chicken/pork
48. Haggis
49. Caviar
50. Cornish Pastry
entry in monday, tuesday, and today coming up.
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| film review: l'esquive |
[29 Oct 2005|10:02pm] |
for my lovely sams and my...nice gina:
it was more light hearted than i expected it to be. i was laughing so hard at some parts, and yet the humour was, as lisa put it, raw; tastefully done. this is no adam sandler! and hence i think on a whole i did like it a lot. i loved the way they filmed it, the way it wasn't all obscene colours and distorted light, just people as we'd see them if we were a silent spectator right beside them, hanging around like a conscience. the opening scene came on and everyone was swearing like a mofo, and i loved the way the protagonist came out only later, quiet and sullen and understated, and the way it took you about two minutes into the opening to realise that behind the hood's homie defence scheme, there was a personal side to it. personal flash on characters, his mother, his girlfriend, the tensions, the not-wanting-to-let-go in both cases - visiting the dad in prison, claiming they were still together even after she left him.
i loved the group of girl friends. lydia wasn't pretty at all, if you ask me, with her frog eyes and fat lips, but there's something quaint about her mannerism that i just can't express properly. i think she has such charm as to endear herself to me, the way she is all petulance and frowns and smiles in a sentence, her high and mighty tone, her acting was all at once bad and brilliant as she played lisette. the close-ups of her mouth as she spoke and smiled made me feel as though i really was krimo, and the way it was played made his agony so evident because we saw what he was seeing, and yet couldn't see him. i'm not sure if this makes sense. the way it was filmed allowed us to play the character for just a glimpse; she becomes prettier to me when i'm first-person in krimo's eyes.
i loved the scene where he was reciting the lines and got them wrong, kept saying "on her lips" instead of "with her lips", but because everything was so real it just read like a completely and utterly ironic thing to say rather than a pure technique for audience anticipation. and krimo and the chandelier. the way lydia was so bad at hiding her feelings. etch one up for the film!
my favourite bits were all the parts that juggled comedy and seriousness. like the bit where fathi mistook nanou for lydia, the way he was so self-righteous about everything, followed by the raid by the police and the violence from them toward the kids. frida yelling and crying; that was just hilarious and yet sad. the tensions and the shouting and the quietness by krimo, the tendencies toward exaggeration.
i had no idea what was up with the ending. did she say yes or no? am i just stupid? at the very end, did it remind you a bit of romeo and juliet when she shouted, "krimo, krimo!" from the first floor? i think one of the ways i love lydia is the way she's so aggressive and tough, but like sponge cake beneath, like baumkuchen, which i must eat with sams. i can barely remember the rest of the movie, only can i mention that fathi owns?
sequence of events -
before: i called gina up at around 5:30. she was the first one there. cue applause. i came later and i said, "is this dessert?" but it was actually the first course. i was a little horrified. i sounded like a toad. i love lisa's hair. the lighting was crummy. i watched everyone eat their food. debbie tried to feed me without me touching her fork. it was a success! i ate potato and two mushrooms. i bought a fantastic cheesecake thing; i'm not quite sure what it was. i ate it in five minutes flat. pride on my behalf, please. i sat through the movie without going to the toilet, alternately coughing my lungs out and blowing my nose and laughing in my toady voice that made me sound like i was crying.
after: i tried to call gina a skank with a straight face but failed. sams felt so capable talking about the chalet. i told shumms, "i didn't cry at all!" and shumms said, "you cry a lot?" and i said grudgingly, in my toady voice, "yeah." i bet dingo was laughing at me, that meanieface. i took pictures with lisa. we all took pictures with lisa. the waiter said, "cheese!" when we first took it and i was cracking up so hard. the second time the camera didn't flash. someone (dingo?) said, "cheese?" in a bemused voice. i think we were all squinting from surpressed humour. we all left. lisa was scared of the steps. shengli waited with me on the front steps for the one minute until my parents arrived. i told everyone, "see, i have good friends (who will wait with me)!" and then i turned to shengli and then i told everyone, "okay. good friend." and it was kind of amusing. we sat on the steps outside alliance francais, and when my parents arrived, i went home.
...i just realised that my right earring fell off. this really sucks, but the evening makes up for it.
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| xtv is gay. |
[28 Oct 2005|10:44pm] |
dear yongs,
x tv is gayer than gay.
(cf. episode eleven
fuma and kamui embrace beneath a tree.
fuma: we're finally about to go back to how we used to be...
fuma: if there's anything you want, i'll do it.
throughout most of the scene, fuma has his hands on kamui with a tender look on his face.
kamui looks perverted.)
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| a long entry |
[28 Oct 2005|05:52pm] |
so i have been drowning in my own vomit for the past day and a half. this is not a very pleasant thing. on the up side of things, i've been sleeping on-off fourteen hours today, which may have been sixteen if some people had not badgered me to stay up till two am to do pw slides that we didn't have to complete till monday. other than sleeping, all day i've been alternately trying to do pw, stay awake, finish close range, wash my hands multiple times with anti-bacterial soap, and soak my innards in tea.
how strange that when i'm forced to stay at home i feel like going to school. i've been bored stiff the entire day, or would have been if i could. insert dirty joke here, plz kthnx.
i loved yesterday in a morbid way. morning was spent running with debbie; i alternately ran/walked 1.6 km. gina laughed at my efforts meanly. during assembly i couldn't talk because of my throat and every time i tried to tell esther something she tried to attack me. i think she thought i was going to kiss her or bite off her ears. gery said, "b is here!" but refused to tell me who he was. i hate all these half-letting-on-of-secrets. if secrets are to be told they are to be like shameless nudists.
i've already screwed up my order-of-events. anyway, after running with debbie, we watched the boys play captain's ball. after the run my voice had picked up, so i could hear myself yelling, "go (insert name)!" and "f♥ck!" alternately when we scored and didn't. two quotable gina lines are, "i don't think ______ wants to see _______ play like this", and "this looks so gay!" after the game i said the first nice thing i did to andrew koh all year, probably because i was feeling an uncommon bout of rah-rah-14! spirit.
shumay and i crashed history, and we have a 1.536 page long dialogue entitled, "Shumay and Sam/Sam and Shumay in History" - the wording being highly paraphrased. shumay, you have to correct me on this. i have a feeling we were being kind of noisy, but i had a blast, despite having to go to the toilet multiple times. every time they talked about widening the irawaddy (sic?), we turned to each other and said, "hydrology!" and inside i went, "winz!"
interrupting myself to say that my mother just bought a perfect t-shirt for me that reads, "ready to win".
after history i committed myself to a movie which i will have to go to tomorrow, only i will be ostracised because i am contaminated with germs. poll: should i wear a surgical cotton mask to prevent transmission of bacteria? i'm not even sure if it's a bacterial or viral infection, because a cotton surgical mask should work for the former but not the latter, right?
well, after history, i had a pw meeting in the computer lab that i hate, the one where everything seems like night because of the tinted windows. i feel so oppressed inside. i went home to shower because ______ kept spitting on my hand unintentionally. i love jac now and forevermore. hsien walked me out to the bus stop, which was horribly sweet of him. this is in contrast to the time when i had to whinge to kenneth for two hours before i could tear him away from the company of his best friend yongs. i do have a problem doing things alone. i'd rather not do them at all.
i then returned for halloween. i wore a pair of mary janes that were grey and that i loved tremendously, except that the entire sole fell off. on the journey to school i must have left bits and pieces of the heel and rubber in a trail all the way to school. me and gina were dressed up like schoolgirls. it was really funny when gina said, "hey, there are people dressed more sluttily than us!" when we stepped into school, mainly because i was very decently dressed. this is proven by how debbie had no opportunity at all to pounce on me and call me a skank. hsien also dissed me and said that i was crappily dressed, but shame was never my forte.
we waited forever for the haunted tour to begin. i had a sausage and other people's nachos for dinner. i would here like to disclaim that i always washed my hands before i put my fingers in someone else's cheese. cleanliness is assured! (this is not a pornographic metaphor.)
i couldn't see or hear shit from the movie they were screening, so i spent my time alternately watching vincee gaying around with his sausages, and gina whining about how she was going to leave. there was a point when i was crossing the area outside the auditorium all alone, and i realised that school on a rainy night is one of the most beautiful things ever. i wanted to sit down on the steps and talk to someone, except that i probably couldn't have found the right words to say. "this is beautiful" is overrated. "it's going to rain" is speaking the obvious. so i stood there in the middle of darkness until some dudes spoilt it all by gaying around loudly as they approached.
my futile attempts to get hsien to go on the halloween tour with vincee were also very funny.
in between my boredom i can't remember what i was doing. i only hung out with debbie once or twice outside the auditorium because otherwise she was too busy gaying around with the guys. vincee was gaying around with his sausages and gina was not being gay. i remember being indignant with hsien for finishing my apple tea because it had germs in it, although i didn't say "because it has germs in it" because then everyone would have laughed at me. but i think that was later.
the tour itself scared me shitless. we went in clinging to each other, and the only reason why we ever moved was because lisa was there saying, "move on, move on!" and "don't tear the plastic bags!" and made it less scary. more than the things i saw, i was more scared by the feeling that i felt like i was trapped in an unreal world that i couldn't escape from. my favourite part of the whole tour was hearing hanyin scream. it felt so satisfying. speaking of hanyin, she looked like hermione again. she wore something blue; i couldn't see very well in the dark.
my favourite part was the very end, where the piano music came on and paul started dancing. i never wanted him to stop; it was the most aesthetic thing of the entire tour; the dim lights coming in from behind, the hanged man drooping behind us, the lush, empty place all to ourselves. i think at that moment i was torn between appreciation and horror, and it's mixes of feelings that i like best. grey areas, all that sort of thing.
after that we sat in the corridor. you know i love corridors. i was sweating so much it wasn't funny, even a while afterward my hands were shaking. i was right when i said i'd be dead scared. i said to vincee, "can i have a hug?" and at that moment i swear i had a hamsterface on for real. vincee's cuddly. i booed him online only to have him not respond, because i was to tell him how cuddly he was, like hugging a life-sized stuffed toy. hugging gina is like hugging a mini toy. but hugging debbie is the best because she has a waist situated at the right height and hugs you just enough to make you feel loved! it's the art of hugging, i tell you.
in the corridor. it was really cold. i think i looked like i camped out in pulau ubin for two weeks without bathing because of my wrinkly shirt and my eyebags from the horror of it all. i colonised someone's cheese but i can't remember whose, even though someone put a leaf in it. i was laughing and half choking. it's impossible to feel ill when you're happy.
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| update for gina! |
[26 Oct 2005|09:59pm] |
this entry is for gina, who's bored.
shumay is ironing now. i've never ironed my own things before, except in sewing class when i ironed my toilet roll holder. i still use my toilet roll holder. i sewed it. i'm going to become a perfect homemaker. anyway, i don't understand why jteh is a turtle, because i like turtles. i used to have pet turtles. i'm talking to a friend of mine called A who likes a younger boy named B, but this is a different A and B from the A and B i told shu may this afternoon. i like playing aunt aggie the agony aunt because it's just so amusing and i curl up on my seat in laughter like a prawn when you cook it in oil.
i forgot to update about sleeping in my classroom, where debbie says i sleep with my eyes half open, which is evidently fitting, tomorrow being the creepy day known as hallowe'en. everybody please go for scream, thanks. anyway i was curled up over two tables for forty minutes and when i woke up i got a hand cramp. it was really cold, and gina kept standing over me poking me when i was asleep. when i woke up i had bed hair, like how justin uses be hair hairgel, except only a little better so i had to re-tie my hair. i love justin's bed head hairgel because it's so funny. do you remember, g?
good luck to sams who's studying for CLAOs and all those who are studying for CLAOs, but especially my gummybear, whom i love and adore. my gummybear = sams, because she reminds me of one. she's sweet and squishy and i like to cuddle her! this is not an open declaration of affection, because i've done that too many times.
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| my hands are small i know but. |
[26 Oct 2005|04:08pm] |
waffletown with charmaine and debbie, speed-eating waffles and walking home in a weather made for one, like stepping into some great universe acting as a great umbrella with you as the only person in the world. going for scream! on thursday but i'm not looking forward to it. i'll be screaming more than any of you will be, says the girl who in finding nemo covered her eyes and whimpered when the sharks took centre stage. gina + tie =/= tied up gina. i'm listening to electronica now on repeat like a headache. conrad was a total and complete asshole today. i don't see what his two fangirls see in him.
today we went to school and i talked to hsien outside of class, who told me that there are scandalous rumours going around about me, & hence i must stop associating with some people (eta: this has nothing to do with the fake accusations debbie has dumped upon me regarding tiny people). this angers me in a way. are there so many people who resemble conrad in the manner that they are both bitchy and have too much time on their hands? that aside, i compared hands with hsien. our hands are the same size, except that mine are so much thinner. i have an unhealthy obsession with hands. i held hanyin's hand as we skipped our way to the staffroom and they were warm. debbie, gina and i had a threesome handshake where mine were the warmest in the cold room and i noted that gina's manicure hadn't grown out yet.
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| kino card discounts etc |
[23 Oct 2005|10:08pm] |
it's really rather disturbing to be having simultaneous conversations about ping pong, tv shows that star a hot guy named william and a hot girl named samantha, chinese boys singing the backstreet boys, hot models, dyeing my hair purple, painting my nails, being vain and nick wong's leg hair.
and of course, the obligatory cookie or two.
apologies to double G to the I-N-A for giving into anal retentiveness and chopping off two weeks of uncut nails. i will just have to accept the fact that boys will have longer nails than i do and that manicures for me are just a waste of time and money. i do want to go for a pedicure, though. debbie, i'm taking you up on that.
hanyin says:
and your icon is disturbing
you can see up the kilts
or something.
sam says:
that's the point, hanyin.
anyway, i have set about renewing my age old bonds with wen. i hope by the time she's fifty, rich and has many young men to her cleopatra riches, she will not forget poor old sam, who will remain an old maid (cf. aaron's continual evil poking-fun-at-sam) because she cannot get a b who will do magic tricks for her and comfort her as she messes up her promos, which gery didn't do but gets a b anyway, meaning a b and not a b-grade. i sort of ship gery/b or b/gery, depending on what b is like. i haven't actually seen b, but hearing that he does magic tricks for girls is just heart-warming. i guess it's okay if he's no mraz who will confront businessmen gorillas just to sit next to his girlfriend on a plane for ten hours. gina is rubbing off on me with her mister a-z, but babe, i don't think he does magic tricks.
sam says:
no, back when he had tchs shorts
i turned around
and was confronted by his abusive leg hair
and i told him that he should shave; it was really ugly because it was curly
then he got really angry and has hated me since
w*n says: (censored under the witness protection programme)
oh NO.
you insulted his manliness!
now he feels womanly!
no wonder he hates you.
you should go, "you should shave IT'LL GROW BACK MORE LUXURIANTLY!"
well.
as i speak, yongs has spent his evening in a lovely bookstore buying his heart out with a 20% discount for members. i would like to take this opportunity to say that han yong ming is lousy. today we yelled at each other because han yong ming is lousy at articulation.
let me introduce the situation to you, ladies and gentlemen. yesterday, han yong ming proceeds to boast about a potential 20% discount for members, when he knows i am clearly not part of this exclusive group of people with lots of money.
"i don't know anyone with a card," i say. (except nicky, who would commit suicide before he would ever be seen in a bookstore with a girl because he only goes out with boys.)
han yong ming, at this point, says nothing. i proceed to whine a lot about having no membership card and how nicky, whose theme song is "between love and hate", would kill himself in a manner most plath-like before being seen in public with a girl, whom he thinks are creatures of banal existence.
turn to sunday. sam has no way of buying any books. han yong ming tells the guiltless sam, in the middle of a convo in the middle of a (insert rude word) afternoon that he has a kinokuniya membership card! sam expresses her utmost surprise in the form of, "WTF?! YOU ARE A MEMBER?!" and this is followed by han yong ming saying, "you didn't know?!" han yong ming claims to have dropped many hints the previous day, but this is evidently not the case. i mean, seriously, do you think i am a mind reader? hence, sam remains a book-deprived child for the rest of the evening.
hence my conclusion: han yong ming should have rocks thrown at him.
and nicky, do not take offence! you are my favourite unatheletic spoilt brat boy forever.
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| never understand the alien gender |
[23 Oct 2005|11:44am] |
sam says: is that woman naked?!
sam says: EW. ITS PORNOGRAPHIC.
yongs says: WTF
yongs says: NO IT ISN'T
yongs says: DO NOT DEFILE X TV!!!!!
yongs says: It's MYSTICAL.
pornographic =/= mystical.
boys. -_-
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| love, and, butt |
[22 Oct 2005|08:11pm] |
i love writing letters to people and realising they are going to read them eventually, but not when i have to wait forever to give the letters to them.
i love music and the way they make me feel like there is so much creativity that i really just don't possess, but not when i realise i can't remember how all my favourite songs go.
i love loving and the way people write about it as though it's something that possesses an old-world city charm like it could be tagged Venice or something, but not when i actually realise i do.
i love coconuts and hanyin as one but i hate the way my mother refuses to let me drink them because according to some old chinese myth they're bad for your knees and mine are bad enough already.
i love paper and the idea that you can fill up all the spaces on them but not when they're so expensive and i have to take a ten minute bus ride all alone to get any beautiful pieces.
i love oil blotters and their function but not when i actually have to use them because my face becomes this enormous vat of oil that'd serve as an alternative fuel source.
i love eyeliner and pretending i'm gothic creepy by wearing all black, drawing my eyes in the dance studio mirror and smudging them when i rub my eyes like a panda but not when i'm allergic to it.
i love talking about dreams and when people dream about me and tell me about those dreams but not when people are shot because i'm scared forever afterward that it may be true.
i love sleeping pills and the way they wipe myself from consciousness for a while, temporary enough for me to like waking up but not when it's just another cheap plot device for the virgin suicides.
i love being me and pretending to be someone else but not when there's a reason to be pretending in the very first place.
i love the way annie proulx writes and how she makes descriptions work like an aerobics master his students, but not how i can never write like that.
i love football when it's country against country and the way they wear their socks higher than everyone else except poseur schoolgirls, but not when it's manchester united, howevermuch short people like them.
i love jason mraz and only because gina says he's dating tristan prettyman but not when i realise tristan is, contrary to the name, not a prettyman but a girl.
i love taking people's things and perverting them into my own. (there are no buts to that. this is time for debbie to make a cheap joke about butts.)
i think what i want most was if people could give me something representative of something they love very very much, like a ratty old sweater or shirts or fat bears or photos or old books that reminds me of them. i'd buy a shelf and i'd clear out my mess and arrange these objects one by one along its length and it'd be so, so cool. someone gave me her old sweater and i wear it to think of her.
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| i'm interested, not interesting |
[20 Oct 2005|09:43pm] |
my hands tingle, for some strange reason, as if they're on fire. i was going to write another mirror image of gina's, where boy number one would be nicky and i would describe how he wipes tables like he's doing the can-can, boy number two would be yongming who owes me a $3 lunch because i'm convinced i will hate xtv, and boy number three would be some strange lovely person who helps me pick my pen up when i drop it.
hanyin refuses to talk to me online when i get obsessive compulsive. ths is shown by the number of times she logs off whenever i talk about biscuits and how i covet the mouldy ones. gina laughed at me today because my acts of defiance included eating dropped twisties from the 14 classroom floor. debbie teases me all the time.
rgs girls. :|
i'm only still online because i wanted to update, but i can't remember about what. i've been dancing so much this week my knee's begun to go click-click, click-click again. i keep telling myself, tomorrow and never again.
interests i steal from other people:
from hanyin: air-conditioned mornings, appreciating absurdity, attempts at writing, belle & sebastian, brain degeneration, cold rainy weather, dimly lit places, hurry-up-please-it's-time, observations & inferences, plastic money ($), polite applause, pretentiousness, pretty things, professional whining, pseudo-artful shots, recognising things by smell, shoeboxes full of letters, sleep, songs with strange titles, supporting obscure bands, tea (& tea substitutes), the month of november, the one doom, the word "yay", the-internet for effective procrastination, time for me and, time for you, zig marker collections.
from gina: artisticating life, being two different people, book(shops), boxes of letters, boys, calling myself a dreamer, cities that speak, film, friends, growing my hair out, imagination, jeanette winterson, jesus, laughter, literature, making lists, memories and mementos, movie-like moments, music, museums, paper journals and postcards, people with stories, poetry, polaroids, reading, resolutions, romanticizing, scribbling things down, secrets, subtext, talking at night, thinking about everything, tomorrow, vacation, waking up to rain, walking alone with you, waving to airplanes, words, writing.
from debbie: debbie is not interested in anything anyone.
rgs girls. :|
and more:
from gery (also an rgs girl): delirious?, film noire, garage rock, justin timberlake, raindrops in my eyelashes, redandyellowleaves, rufus wainwright, sky watching, sleeping in church, smell of rain, teabags, the verve, vintage, virginia woolf.
from ching: books, brad pitt, cabbage, daydreaming, friends, hong kong, piano, psychology, randomness, singapore, writing.
from nickyface: bad music, cold yet airconditioned days, decadence, displacement, eating compulsively, hatred, lush indulgent narcissistic prose, mania, pretty words, rainclouds and rain, silent sullen people, sleeeeeping, the secret history, watching, willow.
from sams: artistic messy, bumming, chocolate, earrings, europe, haagen daz, having money, ice-cream, indulgence, intrigue, laughing, meiji, music, obsessions, photography, random stuff, reading, sleeping, trash books, travel, unknowns, window shopping.
from foshizzles: foshizzles has no worthy interests.
from vincee: "horrid", accordions, being in transit, boys, cold mornings, escapism, fantasy, giggling, gushing, hibernation, jackets and hoodies, laughing, making faces, meiji, men, music, prospective husbands, rainy days indoors, secrets, social puppetry, the oyster-like world, the prospect of marriage, thought bubbles.
from dingo: dingo is never interested in anything.
from lisa: i hate maths.
zy called me today from uk. i was so happy i nearly dropped the phone twice while lounging on my beanbag. my beanbag is red. my face is red when i exercise but i never blush. thickskinned when i choose to be.
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| this is memorable enough |
[17 Oct 2005|10:55pm] |
sam says:
i bet it was only you, lucas
lucas says:
of course
lucas says:
i'm the Perv Master
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