Saturday, August 28, 2004
WICKED AURA WAS AT WOMAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the only caucasian man in wicked aura cut himself a mohawk. (did ye see that advertisement where a man has a pink mohawk and it has been cleanly snipped till the ends are not pointy but straight across!)
there is one caucasian female, and the rest are malay men.
WICKED.
Wow wow wow. Michelle suggests we move on to a major question of why teens get depressed. Xi Jie agrees. And so we do. I hope to move on from pw in the very near future.
The Olympics end tomorrow!!!! Atrocious!!!!!!! I did not even get to really watch it properly! Today there was synchronised swimming, which was simply divine. All their lovely shimmery glittery colourful flamboyant skin-tight swimsuits. And smooth gliding legs, nose plugs, big smiles, bunned hair and the whole synchronisation. this must be the most feminine olympic sport! Tomorrow morning there is diving finals and gymnastic group finals. I MUST WATCH IT, FOR THE LIFE OF MY SUNDAY!
what does it feel like to be an adolescent male having his birthday? annoying morons fussing everywhere. i hate those nkf trailers on the tv, i hate when they zoom in continuously on the the disabled and pigmentated and white-haired and weak-looking and handicapped with melodramatic music, i hate when the speakers look at the camera up-close with perfect makeup and perfect serious faces and tell people to do a good deed, i hate pathetic and awkward and idiotic flag sellers who, like the girl i saw today with a low belt, blatantly using her handphone an chewing her gum and staring at me with a perfect dumb expression with her spectacles half-down her simpleton face. (i liked the boy who very sincerely asked me to donate. i saw from the bus this other boy who, after this man donated, was so happy he immediately turned around to his friend, with a big grin, and jingled his tin with glee) i wanted to stab the girl with an umbrella, till her handphone breaks, her spectacles are crushed and her belt becomes detached and she begs for forgiveness with loud shouts.
YES.
what in the world is it with this sickening contrived nation! i am conscious that if i want to do well in the final year exams i have to steel myself and tell myself to be deluded and just study without question, just participate in project work, because i am already in it. but i am gradually more and more aware of the power (which i wasn't really before, it was more like a happy floaty dream) i have, i can just quit school and do whatever i want with the rest of my life. it's quite amazing. now i wonder if that sounds imbecilic.
oh, and i just found out today that 'caps lock' derived its name from the fact that you are locking the function that makes your letters capital!
never mind, i will go smell all the lovely smells like tea tee, orange bergamot, white musk, africa spa, children's fine hairs on lovely heads, glade from the toilet, stale aircon, my faeces-smelling feet, strawberry cranberry mango coconut lip balm, slammer, mandarin orange moisturizer and perhaps paint my nails mustard and plan the next holiday.
(oh why do i always harp around the same things)
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or 'starlet'.
Where are you, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling)
dying, dying, lolita haze
Humbert Humbert instructs males to indulge themselves in loving pubescent girls, lolitas, and throw themselves in the arms of honey-skinned girls with sandy hair, a golden swim tan and daisy eyes. He sees it in their best interests to have passionate affairs with these leggy creatures. He encourages this sort of loving.
moled at 8/28/2004 06:59:00 AM
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
CHARLA, COME ON!!!!!
MIRNA AND SCHMIRNA
I just watched the amazing race (colin almost going to jail and being aggressive, brandon looking like michael jackson in skydiving equipment, chip and kim being jolly and adorable and the moms being stuck-HAAAAA YAY). undoubtedly the best moment of today, aside from watching the entire without-cuts american beauty which wasn't depressing at all but lovely! mena suvari has gaps between her front teeth. jane has breasts that remind me of what mister lofthouse said of kalonike, one up and one down. as mister burnham died he said:
they say when you die that your life flashes before you in one second, but it doesn't. it actually stretches on, for eternity.
sometimes there's so much beauty in the world i feel like i can't breathe, and my heart is like a balloon that is going to burst. and then i remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me, like rain, and i can't feel anything but gratitude for every moment of my stupid little life.
i just surprised myself by typing the chaucer essay in an hour! why oh why, that i cannot supress delusional hatred for school?! THERE IS SYNCHRONISED SWIMMING DUET FINALS TOMORROW. THERE ARE THE OLYMPICS EVERYDAY. and i dont mean to sound idiotically anti-government like fools i always deem idiotically anti-government, but! pw and pearls and trying to inculcate absolutely socially healthy schools where everyone has healthy social skills and habits absolutely stink. like the brownest greenest stickiest chewiest moist succulent juicy gooey diluted watery faeces.
thank god for bath times. i love bathing! i am slightly obsessed, though, with making sure the water is extremely hot and stays that way. as well as smelling all the soaps in the bath (tea tree, mango smoothie, mandarin orange and bergamot, shokubutsu, dove, nivea) and using lots and lots of them in chunky pumps. ah....
DIVINE STEAMY SOAPY BUBBLY LUSH BATHTIMES
i was looking at some of the gold coast photos of us at the beach, and suddenly couldnt BELIEVE that we actually went there and had so much fun!!!!!! picture us there on the gold coast sunshine paradise beach, evening, the sun has set, the sky is blue and starkly clear and the sea is ENDLESS and the sand is golden khaki and so fine. and there we were running, getting wet, delirious. i fell backwards and for the first time sea water went up my eyes, nose, throat and i got sand in my underwear (quite painful). shortly after we proceeded to FRESH seafood dinner (fish, chips, prawns) and saw the persh creek family. now picture us in dreamworld, the world slightly lesser than movie world but still spectacular, and we were in the store with these rugrats angelica wigs upon our heads, and grinning for the camera. we then proceeded to take more rides like the gold mine, log ride (WET) and went into that jewellery shop with all those beads and soaps and smelt the splendid air of the place. now, picture us at oxford street, the day of knowing our o level posting results. we are at lush, where there are slabs upon slabs of soap and soap to try everywhere, soap to SMELL. the golden-blonde or madly brunette salesgirls are all chirpy and chat with us. LUSH. we go out and walk around the quaint shops and see the voodoo dolls shop, and this huge gift shop where i bought a pink feather duster for auntie yani (!) and charlie brown where desiree and i dug for those peace and pink geranium badges (Charlie Brown) and where liping bought her mother's lovely black and white long flowy skirt. we proceed to take a cranky bus ride to the hotel where the bus driver shouts that he is from shanghai and we are stared at by numerous sunglassed tanned bronze people, we stop to buy an ice cream on our way back to the hotel. it is our last night!
i could scream right now.
great entertainment now is the amazing race, singapore idol, the apprentice, ice cream, cold drinks, playing a genius trick on desiree today, finishing homework, listening to music in the workshop on a chilly rainy day, going to ikea and eating meatballs with raspberry jam and shopping and pushing a trolley aggresively but precisely and buying a black and white photo of women handstanding by the beach water, being with friends in school, and late nights like these where i can just listen to music in my cluttered, colourful room.
(what is repulsive is canteen food, homework, missing the olympics)
SUCH IS THE LIFE OF MARY SMITH, PEACE LOVE AND AGGRESSION!!!!!!!!!!
moled at 8/25/2004 08:05:00 AM
