Saturday, September 11, 2004
hi there it is saturday night
saturday night fever. i tried swimming after the huge rain that came just as i changed. and i ache all over now. i have not studied for 2 days, but never mind. reality tv always comes first. doesnt it seem to matter much more than vectors or anything, once it starts!!!!! family should pay more attention to grandmother who spends life cooking for us but sadly gets ignored at dinnertime. people should stop staring at children on mrts. in singapore it just makes them seem ever more so pathetic.
i like the school during holidays! it is extremely quiet and calm and lovely. and the garden tables are like some little greek garden with a pond, tadpoles, flowers and SUNSHINE. people have taken to studying at the silver table outside the workshop, where it is only nice if you get to listen to the music you like since almost everyone is so indignant about their preferred music. everywhere is beige and white and so intensively less much of the imbeciles that always lurk around. it is nice how now all the tsd year ones all go back during the holidays to work on their stuff! it is like the place is governed by us and...we have THINGS to work on. and it really is lovely to suddenly realise that you and a group of classmates with highly lovely odd names (harry/happy scrotums) CAME UP with something and made it our own lovely little thing.
oh thong.
let us appreciate the word nice.
SUKIYAKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love everything to do with the group piece, i just LOVE it like brand-new freshly printed photographs that will look different from seeing it digitally on a computer, and its all sticky and glossy and smiley and you tend to leave fingerprints on it and i could just look at them 10 times over. i am immensely happy that i persuaded scrotum friends to give sukiyaki a try and look at what we have now. the vibrato marimba and skippy school boys.
SKIPPY SCHOOL BOYS. rather delectable when dry, and dark. oh boy that makes them seem like shrivelled brown moles. which reminds me of how the GIRAFFE (!) and i used to discuss moles. heavenly succulent black things with microscopic holes and little adorable tuft hairs, microscopic, but at times thick and long and oily and curly, reaching out, with mole juice, sometimes a lot of hair, a little family of white and black hair, thriving. i bet moles taste queer,
and i took more cloud photos today YES! every photo is different and evokes a slightly different feeling. i suppose it is what mister lofthouse calls semiotics. some are puffy and floaty and some are fiery and sunlined.
a few days ago i kept imagining that someone told me Paul McCartney died, and i burst into tears and couldn't stop sobbing, and it wasnt only paul mccartney i was crying over.
I NEED A SOAP HOLDER BECAUSE I WANT TO USE MY PEPPERMINT SOAP THAT IS MINT-BROWN GREEN WITH MINISCULE BROWN SPOTS AROUND IT AND OTHER PEPPERMINT SOAP FROM SURFERS PARADISE BY THE INSANE WOMAN WITH A BROWN TUFT OF ARMPIT HAIR AND TURQUOISE ACCESSORY AND RED SCRUNCHY TOP AND MY BUTTERSCHHHHOTCH SOAP SO I CAN ALSO USE MY SLAMMER!!!!! SLAMMER: a juicy burst of fresh lime and lemon for mornings when the last thing you want to do is get out of bed. lather over body and hair then rinse off.
YUMMY.
cousins are such gorgeous little beings. my cousins are like little midgets. they are aggressive and naughty. O lovely cousins that make my saturdays happy. O gilmore girls that light up my sunday. O amazing race, the apprentice, singapore idol that gives me thrilling purpose on weekday nights. O ben and jerrys, O ben and jerrys. O snailmail that i have not received in ages. O snailmail that i want to send to random strangers. O beatles videos, O beatles videos. O john lennon's curly short hair and golden round spectacles. O paul mccartney. O ringo's twisted face and simple old drumset with snare drum. O george harrison as he attempts to sing here comes the sun as a middle aged man, pathetic as can be. O george harrison as the quiet, queer beatle. i think i might paint the beatles on my roof in the future. i hope it will be THIS roof and THIS house!
i get happy spurts of...happiness when i'm with some of the tsd people in school and in peace. like when brandon and i watched conan and carol yesterday and helped them or when i watched sunil and vivienne's duologue for a few seconds or when shaun passed me my handphone when i couldn't find it or watching wednesday's child.
tonight i NEED to remember happy lighty dreams rather than the nightmare horrid ones, unless i dont have happy dreams at all! O brain, while choosing which dreams to remember choose the happy ones. lets see, i want to either be about strawberry fields forever (beatles song, but this could be happy), paul mccartney, john lennon, the beatles, jumping, champagne, eating, singing, shopping, swimming, SUNSHINE, hippy gathering in field of flowers or campfire, orange or lemon, holidays among others.
SMITHIE
moled at 9/11/2004 06:38:00 AM
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Today I woke up after more nightmares and promptly forgot what they were, except with a nagging thought of them, i know what they are, i just can't remember!!!!! (just like this online friend just told me i havent changed a bit since last year and its amusing and pleasant but in a way i cannot recall if i was exactly like that. but i can still remember quite exactly the feeling of being in 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16)
it was a lovely day at the busstop where i waited for the 138 bus with all the tourists from it who come from the zoo. it was fiercely happily sunny and the trees around my house are the loveliest green and they sway so nicely (as i rocked my legs at the tall busstop seat, with my huge bag. i felt something like a backpacker. my huge bag always makes me feel that way). it actually made me feel like studying instead of long to be playing. things like these always make me think that if i study it will somehow result in money coming along more easily and then i can travel to see more things like these and have more fun. but which has an obvious loophole that i am spending time studying rather than....doing real things!
oh wow my friend just told me that my picture of a punk whistling while bathing in the bathtub is OBSCENE, and says that the picture isnt obscene, but by me it is, which is not within my comprehension.
carol, conan and i went to study at castle green (getaway) and concentrated and really studied and listened to five for fighting/my splendid cd/beatles/robbie williams summer live and talked about the music occassionally. but i just know i will soon get sick of it, just as if i think a song is depressing it will result in a detrimental effect. the mind influencing the mind. thus thursday we might swim and so i wont get sick of the place. SWIM SWIM SWIM.
ah, this is what i enjoy, late-night conversations, oh, and with 3 males totally opposite of each other.
i cant decide if i like Paul McCartney or John Lennon better. i wouldn't like to decide anyway. it is best left undecided. absolutely.
i MUST buy soap holders for the toilet so that i can fully enjoy all the bars of soap i have so happy bought and so longingly hoped to divinely use.
bye already
moled at 9/07/2004 07:24:00 AM
Sunday, September 05, 2004
LOVE ME DO P.S. I LOVE YOU
the beatles is the most magical band ever.
last friday i stayed home as i was suddenly very nauseous, and in the afternoon i went to THEBEATLES.COM/HTML which is probably one of the most amazing sites i have ever been to. it tells of the brief history of every song in 'THE BEATLES 1' and has photos, cds covers jacket sleeves, publicity, audio and video for every song.
i watched every video there but more importantly i watched the video of FROM ME TO YOU and SHE LOVES YOU, which just made me want to scream. they were on a white, very clean stage (like the one in 'that thing you do', and it is all during their more...innocent time i suppose) and ringo was elevated behind them and he was playing a very classic simple drumset and he shook his head in a most odd and funny way. and paul was on the left, they were all in black suits in their thin frames and skinny legs. and it was the first time i saw paul mccartney sing!!!!!! he shakes his head a bit peculiarly and makes a slight gliding motion with his head at the end of a line. george harrison is in the middle and has a unibrow and hair that looks like a wig. nevertheless he looks interesting. john lennon still looking rather innocent at that point (they were starting out) stood alone on the right and bent his legs according to the rhythm. girls were SCREAMING, going mad, hyperventilating, breathing.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway, i love family dinners. today was the first (other than wedding dinners) in 5 years. we went to an air-conditioned, non-carpeted teochew restaurant, had a room to our own and wrecked havoc. suhern, tinghan, natalie, xining, ting shann and the baby tried to lick me, put chilli in my drink, wrestle, hit each other, run around, climb under tables, fight for the camera, plunge forks into food, throw food around, spit food, shout, cry, laugh.
i am trying to download the beatles video of Twist & Shout. I shall go mad when I finally see it.
oh yes, the holidays are here! and i have gotten my thingamajig! the blood thing! i suppose, now, that, the holidays, are here, it is, time, to, study. which i must stop moaning annoyingly over and treat as something intensive and enjoyable for 5 weeks of my life. of course, this will both restrict and promote spontaneous (obviously) daydreaming. i dont even know what to say anymore!
happy things this holiday week: ben and jerrys, catching up with old friends on msn, gaining satisfaction from filing, gaining satisfaction from working on group and duo, AND I BOUGHT BUTTERSCOTCH SOAP TODAY BECAUSE THE DIVINE SMELL SIMPLY REMINDED ME OF LUSH AND I KNEW I HAD TO BUY IT, satisfaction of an ending thingamajig, scribbling in my notebook, scribbling into diary in late night times, reality tv of course, MORE BEATLES VIDEOS (YES YES YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!), more queer eye!, more malcolm in the middle!, more gilmore girls!, OH MY GOD AND MY IPOD
oh me my mother!
(Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.There beneath the blue suburban skies)
moled at 9/05/2004 07:43:00 AM
