Friday, October 31, 2003
You gave us your heart. Here is our soul.
its adorable when men get obsessed with something. adorable is adorable, cute is adorable but ugly, so ive learnt! obsessed with soccer, basketball, and the mercedes. but their greatest obsession of all is usually the opposite sex. someone told me that men think about sex on an average of 7 seconds. sex is everywhere!!!!!! sex is in the air!!!!!!! now i sound obsessed.
Mary Smith winked, and a whole generation snorted.
the power my hand yields is amazing.
it can make lynn squeal, desiree shun, my sister scream in terror, or even my brother jump. and here it is, jumping along this keyboard happily at 12 midnight on friday. its friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! monday is the o levels. but its STILL a friday, and fridays mean SURVIVOR!!!!!!! the mad mad hippy rupert and the bearded luke brandon SAVAGE, and the person with the least screen time and most annoying voice darrah, and the annoying moron jon, the ever-annoying pouting trish, and michelle, who's looking really good! christa, her buff fell off during the challenge!! it was evil and mad and scary when the outcasts appeared, and the hot vampire went 'revenge, sweet revenge' in clean looking clothes, no more lovely tortoise-shell glasses!
dig, burton, dig!!!!!!
hohoho. the above phrase (monday is the o levels) is odd! monday is the o levels! everything ive been studying amounts to this! even those times mrs tian talked about adding local flavour to compositions way back in sec 2, and i thought, oh yucks, im not gonna name my characters ah mei and whatnot, im naming them lisa and luke. and it all rests upon this, but then, i put everything i had into the prelims, so, so so so fall asleep on your bulbous noses, cambridge people!
'this goil, shez wri-tin somethin reelly Odd'
its november!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no, its november. why, i didnt even get to celebrate halloween! i didnt get to own the witch hat with silver stars! i never went trick or treating ever in my life! not in this neighbourhood anyway. dear springleaf walk, where i spy on my neighbours and wonder if they can see me looking at them all shaggy-haired. these few days i keep staring at people on the road. the view from my brother's room is marvellous. you get to look at the houses opposite the road and see people walking from the main road to all the other springleaf whatevers up there, up the boardwalk lined with sunny trees. i noticed that this man stays alone in his house, drives a black jaguar, and saw me watching him. and i used to watch this maid who lets the little boy drive his little vehicle out onto the road and it got all of us running to look. and i saw that idiotic bus friend of mine, wearing a white head band, adjusting his earphones, baggy pants, gelled hair, shirt and all as he walked out to the bus stop. but most of all, the old man is gone! he used to walk to 7-11 every morning, shuffling his feet very slowly, a few cm at a time, diligent and slow, and he made it every morning. only responded when my grandmother shouted in his ear. i hope he's not dead. the bus friend is his grandson, by the way.
I am Mary Smith, I own a bloody red wallet with a dramatic pink lining, in it i got a booth photo with me friend, and i have a pencil box with all the badges i like, but my favourite is SEXY BEAST, and i have lovely brown glasses, my most prized posessions are my notebooks and my c drive, i am small and i keep having urges about writing a will, i like the special feeling of performing on stage with the band or in a speech and drama examination, i cant wait to meet my speech and drama friends again, i hope to become a theatre studies and drama humanities scholar, i live at 21 springleaf walk, my personality type is movie/super star, i loved amelie, moulin rouge and dead poets society, i watched austin powers 2 times in 2 days last year, i like swimming and sunshine, they say i look like elmo, i like retro and christmas songs and feather boas and tassle dresses, my toenails smell like shit, my watch is called mille linie, whistling is my game, santa is my name, i want an old english sheepdog called marmaduke, i love travelling, i mostly dislike indirectness though people cant help it, my favourite pizza topping is pineapples, i love watching survivor and i like winking but they say i look disgusting but i say if you got it, flaunt it!
moled at 10/31/2003 08:01:00 AM
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
oh odd nostalgic day!
the lovely sunny day has evolved into night.
ive spent tons of money on passport photos.
ive walked from my room to my brother's room countless times, where i talk and he doesnt reply!! moron.
and STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.
moled at 10/29/2003 07:00:00 AM
Sunday, October 26, 2003
theres someone down by the road
Joshua Richardson just sent me an email telling me: Ngxj your lover thinks your manhood is thin
and some mister riley says: urgent Ngxj your lover says your pecker is tiny
and some idiot company tricked me by putting their name as system administrator.
horrible companies. i have no penis to enlarge!!!!!!!!!
i think being a footballer is one of the coolest jobs in the world. firstly having a job devoted to sports is a wonderful thing. you get to play all day and i dont think any professional footballer doesnt love football. and you get to keep a fit body, really exert yourself at a match, at a game you love and go around in suits, get a jersey with your name on it, appear in the uefa cup champions league highlights, and basically you get to do what you love, on a football pitch, at a match, doing what men look like they were made to do, play soccer.
todays another lazy sunday, and i like sundays cos theres the uefa champions league highlights!! its nice to see people playing soccer for a living! and training with their team and coming from brazil and having all that passion for soccer. its just seeing them kicking the ball under the sun on some faraway land in france and then screaming and jumping all over in each other at a match.
it never really sank in that the 'lovely neice' tumbler in my kitchen was gone. it was there ever since i was in primary school, where you dispense your water from around in my kitchen. and i bet its gone forever now. it feels weird turning the knob of the new dispenser. how sad. this whole house is going to be gone in a few months, just like that. the house i stayed in since i was born. boo. ive stayed in every single room in the house, played in every single room in the house.
in todays sunday times, they interviewed beatrice chia. and apparently she attended a boarding school for males in london. SUPER COOL!!!!!!!! its for males and she enrolled and studied there, for 2 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with all the sexually frustrated british males and their wicked fun. what a cool adventure.
tomorrow i am going to work very very hard. i am going to insert a earring into my right ear, tie my hair back, put on my white hairband which makes me feel like i can concentrate, switch on the air-con, close the door, turn on the computer because i like its presence, and study. then i will make a list of things to after the o levels, which really is a list of things i could be doing other than studying. like being in clear blue waters somewhere, beyond the sea. will not take out the nail clipper and obsessively cut my short nails away, or dig for more dirt under the nails. then proceed to smell it cos i know it smells like shit. i will also not walk out of the room aimlessly.
the tone of this blog is changing!! i just cant be absolutely happy at night these days. the night is no longer this sensual online experience while the rest of the house is asleep and i am the only one up and awake, typing here. this is The Semi Dark Ages, and i greatly detest it and will it to go away soon.
signed, the spy who loved me
moled at 10/26/2003 07:25:00 AM