Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Sunday, April 18, 2004

Yesterday we went to visit showhouses, not to buy them, but to get ideas, but of course those people there didnt know and smiled at us, helping us to open doors, as i went about cricitcally saying, 'mummy, when you furnish the house, can you not do it in the typical showhouse way?! you must ask me' and 'what's the use of a koi pond?! dont have one. if you do, i'll kill the fish' and i get really overly-agitated over these things! after all, its life savings and a house you're talking about, that you're going to live in possibly till you die (referring to my parents). parquet staircases make me feel like im going to fall any moment. but i liked this solid concrete tiled with grainy tiles pillar from which stuck out a showerhead in the middle of the roof. it's like bathing where only the clouds and aeroplanes can see you naked.

i went for the st nicks sports day and liping and i had a jolly good time laughing at all the teachers who fell down during the teachers' race. one fat man fell really vigorously plop onto the track and then got up almost straight away. another woman fell and the other teachers turned back to see if they should stop running and apparently, that made her overtake them in the end. it was nice being in a stuffy hot sweaty red blue green yellow carnival like sports day with obsessed parents not even knowing what they're doing and chanting and shaking shakers.

Without knowing it, i have spent almost the entire day in this room of mine, killing ants. my body has succumbed to the widespread hormones around me and i have caught the endometrial shedding bug finally. when i lay on my side, it suddenly felt as if all the internal blood gushed to one side. i always have this urge to announce to all the males i know that im having it right now! it's an odd odd compulsive feeling which i think would be better if i restrain. my mother thinks that menstruation is no excuse to skip office meetings. and why so?! i cannot comprehend. i think when i grow up, i shall own a real typewriter and some lottery tickets and i can type all day and write in my diary all night and win the lottery and see the world with all that money. and perhaps i will keep my hair short forever. i never cease to be amazed at how it is, even now. when i bathe, my hair feels amazingly short and scrubbable like a dawwwg. all the shampoo and soap bubbles and short end hair, it's really like scrubbing a dog! ever tried bathroom singing? not much. my bathroom echoes everywhere, and you can hear the slightest snort downstairs. i love bathing! maybe i should tell the humanities scholarship interview panel of judges that, see what they say. i have the strongest gut feeling they'll say, 'tell me about yourself.'

I am Amanda Wingfield in my monologue. A woman in her 50s, reliving the glory of her youth. all jonquils are daffodils, not all daffodils are jonquils.

I have a very good mind to, during the june holidays, set up a hair-cutting little business of some sort, brainwash the neighbourhood people, get them to send their kids to me (free soft drink and biscuit) in loads with their maid, and we can all have fun styling their hair! free photo too. now aint that a fun widdle holiday activity kids????????????? come to sister xixi!!!!

The cramps are coming back and i wish i could stab my uterus to death, but of course i'd kill myself too, and my family would find me lying on the dried blood coloured red carpet with an open uterus, and since its that time of the month, a thick uterus at that supplied with a lot of bood capillaries, thick and fluffy and nutritious. i would probably in the process stab my kidneys too, so there will be a foul urea smell emitting from me as i lie on the carpet dying or dead perhaps with urine here and there, and blood out of my nose and eyes and foam out of my mouth and sticky yellow liquid out of my ear. maybe i'd be so injured my entire body would vibrate in violent convulsions and my eyes would open and never close but my breathing would be slow and calm. but the nicest part of all this is the gushing of all the blood, EVERYWHERE. fascinating image.

moled at 4/18/2004 07:36:00 AM

be a goldmember.
i can see into your past, madame mary.

HELLO, STRANGER! Zach Braff