Friday, January 23, 2004
my wonderful chinese new year afternoon :D
i love chinese new year first days cos tons of people come and it gets really mad and noisy. and i love my house during chinese new year first days, all bright and sunny, and look at the flowers. its our last year in this house! next year this time the whole house will look different, for the first time in me life!
yesterday some relative came out of the toilet smiling, looking tired, holding his dirty black socks and his brother said, wah! ni qu jiang jiu! da bian ah! then he said, oi ni je yi bu yao jiang dao zhe yang da sheng mah! hoho. then he said he thought i was 30 because i have antique specs. i like day one relatives and eating chinese new year goodies (the hot prawn roll thing, and nuts are TOTALLY addictive) and drinking chrysanthemum tea like mad. the kids run around wildly, and i like scolding other people's kids when they jump on me granny's bed actually. heehee. i like it when the relatives ask about me but i hate it when they say i look mature, how are u supposed to reply to that? its a horrible comment which disgusts me greatly. i played blackjack just now and won tons! of course, relatives said i look just like me mother. this hongbao thing is puzzling me. you receive money from people, relatives, some of whom you dont like, and they give you money as an obligation. you accept it and you're expected to say thank you. you gain great pleasure from receiving money from..people. very puzzling. ah but this year is me windfall year! im so happy.
ahhhhh having annual family gathering later with shepherd's pie, curry and nuggets at a pensylvanian wood house and more swarming kids! :D:D the above kids, that is. bye!
moled at 1/23/2004 01:53:00 AM
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
a juicy burst of fresh lemon and lime for mornings when the last thing you want to do is get out of bed
that day at tsd we sat in the sacred (i understand why now) studio and chatted and skipped real rope while it rained outside and you could hear the rain. :)
today we went back to st. nicks. totally marvellous. and then lynn, desiree and i went out and chatted and laughed loudly (which i totally enjoy) and watched the last samurai, and the day was fantastic. i liked the scene near the end where they half-smile and then suddenly all get up and CHARGE down the vast sunny field while shouting madly and tom cruise was wearing the red samurai suit. i used to support the idea of women going for ns.
anyway! joan is next door! i cant spy her but i can spy her father. tomorrow is chinese new year, which means i will be going around with that dianty red rather silky red bag i use EVERY YEAR without fail. and my santa socks tomorrow!! YAAAAAY!
the neighbouring kids were all playing sparklers and running around like they were naked and wanted to show off. aint it sweet. ah actually from up here they can jolly welll all look naked and look quite the same. i wish my reunion dinner had more kids. my reunion dinner consists of 8 people only, and we had a feast of ngor hiong (hiang), my favourite chicken soup, my favourite cold prawns in salad dressing, my favourite vegetable cucumbers and more. and then it was tv and helping my father with angbaos. and then i cleared a REAL WOODEN doll house i bought and built halfway and wasted. but not to worry, i am going to save it, and paint it and make it a really marvellous great house. the poor neglected house, i will mend it.
the last samurai was a really unusual movie, i feel rather different right now, and so was that hilarious chinese movie on tv just now, about feng shui and destiny and all. and just now my father said to my mother, mummy imagine, xi jie is going to be 17. and i thought, oh myyyyy god, i AM going to be 17, that is mad. me, 17?! that made me feel like i actually am going to be an adult when i do not want to. or maybe i do. i want to own denim farmer overalls. being an adult will be very..interesting. except it wont make me feel very good anymore about winking, taunting, grinning madly at little children. darn.
so, on this eve of chinese new year, i dont feel quite the same (like im all excited to taunt impress chat with relatives tomorrow) and theres a feeling that life from tomorrow wont be quite the same anymore. just now michael buble was outside my bathroom!! at volume 5.5!!!! tomorrow it shall be....johnny. did you know mister lofthouse is called john? i never knew, my my. now i know 4 johns: bean, lofthouse, mayer, kan. nice johns, but i hug only one. guess which. which reminds me, once lynn and i agreed its horrid to see your family in longjohns when you're on holiday in a winter land. it's like seeing them in transparent tights! i miss rollercoasters!!!!!!!!!!!!!
have a nice new year and please, everyone, stop dreading visiting relatives! its fun!!!!!!!!! if you're bored, try surprising them by opening your legs vulgarly, eating a lot of peanuts and maybe even demonstrating the mass dance, or tell them about your constipational problems, or start singing chinese new year songs in very nasal out of tune ways. happy nut-eating then. anyone who has cheesesticks bring em on saturday!!!!! goodbye little red guards, xiao li salutes!
moled at 1/21/2004 05:51:00 AM
Sunday, January 18, 2004
yohoho sphincter muscles out there!! i have just gotten a haircut! i love getting haircuts, quite a marvellous thing to do.
firstly, the hair massage and hairwash was the best they ever gave me, and i just lay there having my hair washed while listening to class 95. and the condo where its located is always sunny and the salon has plants in it. they even served me cleo, and i read that vernetta lopez makes herself happy sometimes by forcing herself to laugh for no apparent reason. if only i wore my red and white striped shirt, then i'd be matching the hairdresser's red and pink striped shirt.
THEN! she (the one who washed my hair) got rather obsessed with blowing my hair straight! instead of taking 10 minutes, she took 45! and blew each section at least 3 times while pulling hard. finally, mister jason came to cut my hair. we are both in the same boat, he says. we have natural curls and thus cant do a lot with our hair. he said, natural curl very sian hor. heehee.
we discussed rather at length first how i could get my short spiky hair (even though miss slightly-violent painstakingly spent almost an hour blowing my hair straight, he said, never mind, we can wet it again), and he says its a 50-50 chance. he can stay back for one hour to cut it for me if i want. but it cant be visualized as i have the curls. he will just cut and see, cut and see. i wanted to!!!!!! but i didn't. next time perhaps. when my curiosity and excitement get the better of me.
so, he thinned my hair and gave me a fringe.
i sat there, watching him pull my slightly brown grassy hair out on front of me, and cut a fringe while listening to the rock version of mrs robinson in the gay salon.
and then when we were done, he pointed to the floor and said, there, your hair.
and on the floor, there lay a CLUMP, a HUGE, BARBARIC clump of hair, that was MINE!!!!! it was a big clump! like..a dead cat or something! and it was all mine. i didnt know he cut so much. my hair without tying up made me look like a demure japanese girl (CRINGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) , and tied up, my ponytail shrunk 5 times! and now that the curls are coming back, the fringe is nicer and longer. no more straight blowing, UGHHH! whatever it is, i am satisfied. yaaay. this is why i love getting haircuts!
i got me drums back and WIPED them!! how i enjoy that activity. dinner time!
moled at 1/18/2004 05:47:00 AM