Thursday, February 27, 2003
HOHOHO
(enough ranting on the missus. except she totally denied the staring incident which is ridiculous)
ANOTHER DISSECTION TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!! Eyeballs. Yabadabadoo.
Oh our class won the debate and desiree got the best speaker award. All totally awesome and well-deserved. our other speakers were very good too.
I really crave ben and jerry's ice-cream now. New York super-fudge chunk. Ahhhhhh. Ever since chunky monkey, ive wanted MOOORE.
Lessons were a monotone thing today. I shall tolerate. Im quite obssessed with this song now: Leaving on a jet plane.
Had roti prata for supper :-D Newly opened roti prata air conditioned glass doors super friendly shop right outside my house.
I cant stand house cheers at times, really. Some people have low voices, why do they sing so high?! Then they say we're too soft. I cant hit the high notes at all! I cant remember since when I had a low voice but ive never really been able to sing high.
Somehow all that negative ranting's kinda gone, u realise? its not COMPLETELY gone. I can just give up and revert to little-depressed-un-motivated state if i lose sight of reason. just like poor old self-pity-wallowing romeo.
Things are looking better though technically they dont seem so. Over this year, my tolerance level fpr bad situations and people has shot up i think.
row row row your boat, gently down the stream,
if u see a crocodile, don't forget to scream!
so-called PIG AND LAMB PROGRESS
*Day 1: The pig chose the lamb in the incident of choosing who to sit next to at the spectator's stand. Can you BELIEVE HIM?! And his bouncy friend undoubtedly felt hurt by it. Maybe that is why he is turning to old hags
*Day 2: The lamb chose to sit next to her friend instead of mister-snort. Good for her! However, the pig minded a great deal and his puny eyes shot back and forth. this i think i could see. THEN, the pig, in a swift, sudden move, left mister bouncy posing all alone and went to sit next to his dearest lamb, whose life i fear for but whose stupidity sometimes i quite believe in, judging from her choice not to be mean to the pig.
*Day 3: YAY! The lamb's friend got to her seconds before the pig did. So the pig sat next to the lamb's friend, looking rather lonely and dejected. Aw.... Thus he tried to include himself in the conversation. Later, he reached his hand, i mean trotter, across the lamb's friend and poked the lamb's elbow, attempting to make conversation, ignoring the fact that the poor lamb's friend sat there.
What an idiot.
Dewey’s the youngest. He was a lot of fun to play with until he started talking and could tell on us. Sometimes he relies on the sweat Mum drips as his daily intake of H20.
moled at 2/27/2003 07:25:00 AM
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Missus you-know-who is highly irking. I admit she's been more lenient to us than she should but today, she blew up. I don't blame her for blowing up, but it's the arrongance and sarcasm in her voice that is so annoying. She is so childish sometimes! That staring thing and what she said was obviously meant to be extremely sarcastic. Annoying trollish moron.
School was bad at first cos i really wanted to be at home but then, it got better. And tomorrow, its back to school. Ah, maybe it was Cheryl's essay. So now i long to be anywhere but school. We could be doing something else instead of studying for tests! Up to almost 21 years of our life laid out already. What a waste. And i think teenage years are kinda the prime of our lives. If u're an adult u've to pay bills, have the pressure of getting a job and its quite sad cos it seems no one really thinks of doing things like having stud-day, hang out at each other's houses or anything like that. Why cant people just travel the world all day and do stuff they like instead of being resigned to a boring 9-5 desk job, having a family blah blah then maybe getting cancer (this part's kinda irrelevant)? Maybe they LIKE having a 9-5 desk job.
OH WELL. i am being filled with more thoughts of alternative futures instead of that 21 years all laid out. And lynn, your commonwealth essay took the thoughts right out of my mind for most parts. For now, I'm rather resigned to my chem/eng hw and the 4 tests next week. (this unnecessary annoyance at those 4 tests could lead to high blood pressure in years to come! SEE? There's no need!)
moled at 2/25/2003 04:59:00 AM
Monday, February 24, 2003
Thou art a mole of nature!
MOLE.
ANYWAY am I in a funny mood or what.
It was 9, I have no work by tmr, no tests either, nothing much to do online, just this dont-feel-like-doing-anything kinda feeling. Classified as annoying.
Ahhh. But i sold $70 worth of tics today within half an hr. Yay. Accomplishment. And I sms-ed some 10 people i forgot to ask. And got highly highly highly highly highly highly disturbing results from someone. ohmyyy.
OH and man (amanda) n i did a great mercutio obituary with Sean Rector (survivor marquesas)'s photo. And Brain. I mean, BRIAN is my favourite survivor of all time.
Am i RANTING?! like how lynn says i do. ahhhh.
Oh our class should go to orchard rd to sell our remaining tics. I think that would be absolutely deeeelightful fun, really. You know who to target!
I STRONGLY do not feel like going to school tomorrow. It's just...idiotically mundane. I already know my whole day's programme. It's so sickening. Listening to cheryl's essay on her dream and where it would take her, I FULLY agreed with it. Travelling was exactly what i wanted to write about and she was able to like weave it so super nicely and make u think of ALL those places! For a moment I thought my ambition might be changed to wanting to go travelling the world with my best friends forever. Now that will be changed to a year or so and I REALLY want to do that. Its going to go on my list of things to do before I die, which everyone should compile. (oh and everyone should leave a note somewhere in case they die, addressed to their best friends on what to do after their death, who to leave their stuff to, and their email passwords so we can all discover each others little, perhaps ugly, secrets after we all die)
I really yearn for some more excitement in my life!!!!!!!! But as they say, 'you create your own fun' so i'll have to be more motivated myself.
Going swimming once a week is a very good step, i find. Its like my (or our) little retreat from all the bugging fucking annoyances of everyone/everything else. Just swim. And then play. Therapeutic end to the week and its just so nice. Then its SNAP back to reality. Oh there goes gravity, oh there goes rabbit he....ok i'll shut up!
moled at 2/24/2003 05:54:00 AM