Saturday, November 08, 2003
i am deng xiaoping, a chain-smoking communist dwarf
XIAO MEENG: HI THERE. i havent heard from you in ages! but well, i have also some new clues which I HOPE are true, and please please please, show yourself someday, graduation day, i cant wait any longer. beloved mao is in the papers today, by the way. and they have published the little red health book. now you can nurse your broken heart back to health. WHO ARE YOU???????????????????? i absolutely cannot wait to find out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am wearing my wedding ring, a beaded ring, with white transparent shiny rocailles or bugles, with foily old beads in between beads, and its on my fourth finger. it was toasted in the oven before it came upon my hand. did you know that? lovely, aint it. i like beaded rings.
permuation invigorates me
binomial expansion excites me
and i have conquered relative velocity!!!!!!!!!!!! i was doing the tys when it suddenly hit me!!! the interception problem! the relative is moving to that thing, and the real one is just, well, really moving! wait. then what about the kind where they say due west of B or something. in that case, i think u transform the relative's direction to going towards the due west direction, and do it from there, ah yes. i hope so!
where is everyone, for my sunday afternoon tea?? dani-elle? -slurps MINT flavoured tea- , -rollerblades around the room-, -cleans hi-hat with saliva and tissue, -admires ring in front of mirror-, -try on cousin's pe t-shirt-, -breaks a paperclip into a few pieces- how violent of me. now, is everyone off studying? its 10 days to the endddd of the o levelsss! rather fast. then its the most glorious, splendid, grand, magical, royal holiday ever. if i dont feel like working, i wont. just PLAY!!!!!!! have funnnnn!!!!!!! get drunk!!!!!!!!!!! -wink wink-
now be good and go watch singapore's brainiest teacher. also root for mister wong. just like the people in my dream were last night in my garden when i went downstairs to check things out. obscure. just like what mrs sng says my expressions are everywhere. interesting. just like, well, xiao meeng. so, xiao meeng, come on, come on, show yourself on graduation day, or soon! ive got something for you! if thats any incentive! but YOU, xiao meeng, i guarantee, will love that thing, because u are xiao meeng. now, go ponder and i am sure u will guess what it is in no time. -curtsies at mao- how obscene.
have a nice day with a maths, and if what you need is some comfort, i am at this end of this afternoon tea of sorts, have not started on any sciences at all. lovely. which makes me wonder why i am here at all, but then, the book said my powerful emotions need an outlet, and i was feeling powerfully inspired and happy. hohoho. have a holly jolly christmas.
moled at 11/08/2003 10:30:00 PM
ah, christmas.
its about 30 days to christmas, and i can hardly wait.
anyway, the fate of womankind is indeed bad.
queueing up at undergarment queue, watching in anger as the women in front have around 10 lacy bras to try on, and sitting there faint hearted. moronic and disgusting is the undergarment section. they dont sell tickle me elmo no more!!
supermarketting was lovely! christmas songs, christmas chocolates, chocolate santa lollipops, coffee ben and jerrys, feliz navided repeatedly playing. i was walking along the aisle after successfuly embarrassing my brother by wanting to be pushed while standing on the trolley, when i was just thinking, lovely christmas music, and this woman said 'eh, this music very nice' to her friend, and she began bobbing her head. i was about to whistle when i saw this other man start to whistle as well. CHRISTMASSSSS!!!!!!!! christmas shopping, snow (hopefully on a holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), card making, the songs, PARTY, and of course, me, santa. merry christmas!!
thee relative velocity has gotten me blood boiling! zee mary smith workout programme (mind workout) is underway, and hopefully will work. lemon chiclets are beginning to disgust me, and my sister bought a hippy barbie blouse. hohoho. metro, metro. super crowded, and my brother pointed out to me this cashier man wearing pink shoes. i want tickle me elmo. tickle me, tickle me. mary, mary. AND GUESS WHAT!!!!! an oral b cross action toothbrush costs 13.90??!??!! oh boy.
it is 11 days to the end of the o levels, and im dreaming of (a white) christmas, as well as imagining what its like to be grown up! and being obsessed with the personality book. they say i need an outlet for my powerful emotions, OHHHH and they said i have psychic abilities. SEEE??????????????????
and i HATE lizards. oh my god, i just realised there's possibly one less than a metre away from me, under the table!!!!!!! they are fat and juicy and EVERYWHERE in my house. baby lizard in the toilet, big fat lizards in the kitchen, gross one in my room, they are dammit everywhere and they are utterly repulsive!!!! granny takes baby cousin to admire them every saturday under the beautiful moonlight. 'baby, bi hu.....bi hoooooo, bi hooooooo oh, kan, bi hoooooooooooo' disgusting.
tomorrow i shall have only my music for company! michael buble, divine discontent, pink martini sympathique. sunday is music day. a maths is indeed comforting to do!!!!! (besides relative velocity) and i am too scared to read roald dahl's book of miscellaneous stories now because they involve murder and wicked twists which scare me at night. just like the riddle house.
dinner was rather fun. my brother kept wishing for the people on those cool blading shoes to fall, and it was indeed his happiest moment of the whole entire dinner when one boy did fall. imagine myself working at spageddies. red checkered shirt, green apron, name tag, being polite and happy, withstanding the kitchen smell, holding hot food, mixing with the yuppies and golden haired mongooses. HOHO. maaaaaaaaaybe not. but then, maybe yes. or else i could be an usherer and admin worker for my auntie! some huge chinese cultural show. hoho, ushering means interesting people to meet, all the time!
oh well, enjoy the weekend!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god, singapore's brainiest teacher tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whoopeee!!!! i hope he wins! i hope cheryl fox is seduced! i hope his specialist topic is something interesting, like, lingerie history, or the uses of frozen urine! hoho.
STAY TUNED.
moled at 11/08/2003 06:09:00 AM
Friday, November 07, 2003
The Mary Smith Flower
That was one of the best episodes ever!!!!!!!!!
i started screaming before it even began!
they started off with the outcasts tribal council.
DIE, JERKS!!!!!!!! muahahahaha!!
and again we witness lil's pouting, and discover burton has nice eyes! and i so wanted michelle to get in!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well she voted for nicole saying that nicole's a bitch, and will help them get the rest.
so the vamp didnt get in!!!!!! and lil almost gets a heart attack, too bad.
we spend the next few minutes watching lil's double chin as she pouts even at the stove.
and they MERGED!!!!!! they named it after rupert's snake, balboa, fascinating! and for the first time, a BLACK tribe. ooh, i realised, black for pirates. -snarl-
hey, rupert's hair immediately gets straight when he enters the water, even looked nice and smooth. sickening sickening drunkard jon. it was funny to see them eat, really. tijuana giggled to herself as she gobbled a piece of meat. savage put his arm around rupert. well savage has red boxers and they are falling off, and ryan o has blue ones just like jon. rupert has a skirt, made from christa's dress. christa now has a new outfit! its this blue...fluffy....thing i bet she sewed. hoho! when savage talked to lil suddenly they flashed rupert shaking his head. he is mad. then he nodded his head. hoho. but why, savage!!!!! i wanted jon the mad hippy drunkard to go. he keeps escaping. with that disgusting moustachey grin and peace signs! someone just told me ryan o is gorgeous, hence i am trying to recall a moment he seemed gorgeous. when his pants looked like they were falling? when he was picking at his teeth? he does have nice eyes.
GO RUPERT!!!!!! the pirate must win the pirate game.
i look forward to a maths. the end.
moled at 11/07/2003 07:08:00 AM
Hohoho
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!
its amazing how happy the knowledge that there's survivor tonight makes me. the HOT DELI-CEE-YUS vampire, and TUMBLE TOTS bear. roll down the hill, rollllll, just like the fat parents on the first episode of the amazing race. apparently they rolled down the hill and eunice thought it would be faster if they rolled down the snowhill instead of trying to climb it. now aint that funny.
its the end of the first veek of thee o levels, it is!!! i cant BELIEVE abaraham's promise if over. its THE book, and its over! i didnt even get much satisfaction from writing that essay. though i was content to have read the book till 12.30am! i knew i had to finish it, or i wouldnt feel at peace. at peace just like abraham was, on the second last page of the book. if i have lived too much like a butterfly, soaring upon the puffs of my youthful fantasies. all those who agree the most sad bits of the book are when
1. u find out he has been wearing the omega constellation rani gave him almost 30 years ago!!!!!!!!
2. he says 'if i could only begin again' of course it sounds sadder at that point
raise your hands! undo your wedgie! suck your hair! dig your earwax!
OH MY GOD. FAT LIZARD ON MY DOOR. I CANT BREATHE. ITS DISGUSTING. EW. MUMMY!!!!!!!!
I AM BANGING MY TABLE. ITS NOT MOVING. I CAN SEE IT PUNY LITTLE EYES.
STOP OR ILL VOMIT.
does everyone know something? i simply love and adore a maths.
ITS COMING TOWARDS ME.
IT IS.
BYE.
I HAVE TO ESCAPE THE ROOM NOW.
ooh, i am back, at 9.07.
i was searching for a word to describe the feeling that the lit o levels are over, and when i read desiree's blog, i realised the word is, simply, sad. after lit, when we went to swensen's, we were said to be sad. i couldnt even make up my mind between sticky chewey chocolate and mocha almond fudge. this odd realization that abraham's promise and romeo and juliet is over! over and done! wrote the last essay, gonna be read by british men (i think), and that was supposed to be the finishing touch. not quite. i didnt enjoy romeo and juliet enough, besides those days in the new ava room watching the videos. sigh, NGNG! laughing till my stomach ached at those highly moronic people on screen!!!!!! when they were finding out juliet was 'dead', they flashed some half naked man and everyone started roaring with laughter. i cant even remember if people laughed when her family was crying.
my favourite character is mercutio! Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Pink for flower? :D
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.
Thou talk'st of nothing.
is this an appropriate way to describe me at times?!?!
speaking of personality descriptions, i bought an amazing book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
personality by your birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
though might be untrue, something as psychological as this was all i ever hoped for!!!!!!!!!!
plus, mine has been really accurate. wink wink.
imagine me in a bunny suit, going
wanna know about me? -pout-
read the book, july 13. -wink-
i am miss wonderbreasts. not. -smooch-
cue people screaming at this point at the utter grossness of the above act. its only 33 minutes to SURVIVOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hi desiree. hoho. hi danielle. hello, hello!
whats left of the weekend is going to be spent on the MARVELLOUS sciences and SPLENDID amaths.
i lost my mary smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the lovely orange thing, perfect colours and beautiful petals in the snapple strawberry thing! i held it ever so devotedly the ENTIRE day, even to lunch, putting it as an ornament at starbucks, and it got lost!!!!!!
hello, i think i left my flower there just now, can u help me check?
ah, flower ah, wait ah.
eh, flower!!!!
toweh???
flower!
darn. poor ol mary smith. at least i now know the utter joy in having a flower named after yourself. somehow it gives me the urge to talk to the flower. i keep wanting to shake it and to make it move and talk to it. and now i want a pet! taking care of quails is quite fun, except im too scared to hold it. finding out turtles are in the toilet too is a pleasant surprise, except when u want them to escape their little tub and walk about and have something funny happen to them. marmaduke!!!!!!!! my old english sheepdog!!!! non existent so far, hokay, but now one of my goals of my life is to have an old english sheepdog, marmaduke, as a lovely pet and love it and not be afraid of it.
one of my favourite poems, by sylvia plath:
Insomniac
The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole ---
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus
He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness
Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.
Over and over the old, granular movie
Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days
Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,
Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,
A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.
He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue ---
How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!
Those sugary planets whose influence won for him
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.
Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.
Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.
His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.
Each gesture flees immediately down an alley
Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance
Drains like water out the hole at the far end.
He lives without privacy in a lidless room,
The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open
On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.
Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats
Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments.
Already he can feel daylight, his white disease,
Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions.
The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,
And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,
Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.
I THANK YOU, AND GOODNIGHT.
moled at 11/07/2003 03:05:00 AM
