Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Saturday, October 16, 2004

dirty girl shower curtains are transparent, thick and clear and glossy, blue-polkadotted with floating flying dirty girl all over luxurious-looking.
dirty girl notebook has dirty-girl seated outside, naked as ever, with light blue lines inside.
dirty girl body mist is peppermint.

Sunday is the day for dreaming, for afternoon tea-party chats online, for sitting in my room and being mary smith, sipping my imaginary goblet of esprit strawberry drink and thinking of spying on all my friends as they go about their lives and write in a dirty girl notebook as i do so.

row row row your boat, gently down the stream. merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.


moled at 10/16/2004 10:13:00 PM



Good morning! I am free as a jailbird. free as a jailbird. free to terrorize kids with my heart's passion. free to smile at them from behind a silver and pink mask with swirls of green, purple and white. actually, that is what i did yesterday to mr. harris' son but he only laughed in an odd, boyish way. well, he is a boy.
the atmosphere at open house was phenomenal at the very very start, i gained great pleasure from informing those curious little secondary students that tsd is a real subject in vjc, johnathan was rollerblading around with that gigantic candy cane stick, and i hate it when absolute imbeciles announce things (in a ducky voice, going: tsd performance in the studio), and the throngs of people who were outside the studio was peculiar, and the best part of my duologue was the end when rohana and i had a hi five and after that i went to eat cake for the sake of cake and dessert and the divinity of the business and i had tiramisu and the end! i love big events like this.

Oh, friends!!!!!!!!!!!! i am becoming increasingly sure, and obsessive. i have an intense urge to watch the royal tenenbaums, and an intense need to fufill the urge, if only i could purchase the dvd and watch it alone in my room, ALONE! movies must be in an enclosed, air-conditioned area, with a minimal amount of people, they MUST. that is the movie experience. that is why i sometimes hate group movies (only if it is a humongous comedy, then there might be an exception) where people make too much noise and ACTUALLY GO AS FAR AS TO PREDICT THE NEXT LINE. THEY MUST BE INSENSITIVE, IGNORANT FOOLS.

PLANS FOR THE DIVINE PAISLEY SWIRLED DECEMBER HOLIDAYS

(THE TIME OF MY LIFE!)

-paint my room with polkadots, swirls, stick up photos and a hostile sign outside. i was MOST UPSET when i came home one day to find the sign (puny 8am by 8am post-it) i put up during the o levels gone, supposing the grandmother threw it away. it said 'I AM BUSY AND DISTURBED' in pink.

-swim, naturally. swim seriously so as to feel happy and healthy and boastful of amazing health.

-go shopping, though this will probably take place only a few times. i foresee myself getting sick of it soon enough. but first a whole day of shopping with the giraffe and honeysuckle bollocks!!!!!!!! YES!

-watch movies. movies are absolutely worth the time and money and is probably one of the most amazing, best things in the world because they are all so different and intriguing. bridget jones seems to be this year's cosy english movie! (last year it was love actually)

-read. i am filled with my insane urge to read books, plays, anything. and to spend afternoons at kinokuniya with yee han at the photography section!

-sleepovers, no need to think of work, we can go swinging.

-mustard as ever

-learn french?????????

-lessons with carol!

-touch the drumset for first time in the whole year and practise. i feel obsessed.

-holiday in switzerland and italy, where i will bring my chunky notebook and have my social circle for 10 days, include my parents and sister, and sit in the coach and write and be on the marvellous plane where my heart with pulsate with glee and watch movies and be in the middle of clouds. please, let the tour group not moronically bring us to eat chinese food there. and my father and i will explore the place at night while weak mother and sister stay in hotel room HA.

-write the nights away

-TELEVISION

-rewatch all harry potter movies with desiree and lynn

-install things such as soap holders and bubble bath soaps so as to ensure bathtime becomes the most splendid experience, the way it should be

-do a little studying

-bake

-watch amelie, he loves me, he loves me not, life is beautiful, sylvia, the terminal

-finally fufill my longings after so long watching cousin and sister play computer games such as the sims, carmen sandiego and theme hospital. I WILL PLAY THEM MYSELF.

-monopoly and pictionary

-christmas/new year party?

-be able to jump out of bed everyday, happy

-late night internet expeditions

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



moled at 10/16/2004 07:45:00 PM

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Obsessions

clouds
photos
pictures
the royal tenenbaums
closing doors tightly
no such thing
beyond the sea
flossing
milo
black ink
neck-stretching
toe dirt
swimming
percussion
the 60s
70s

classic
vintage
retro
gum
closed curtains at night
neat chairs at night
people
water
paisley print

oldies
sunshine
urinating
tea tree smell
bathing
soaps bubbles
specatacle cleanliness

senior citizens
how pathetic they usually are
music
nicknames
strangers on public transport
messy books
mary smith
eyelashes
movies
amazing race
survivor
the apprentice
malcolm in the middle
queer eye
gilmore girls
smelling
africa spa
strawberry lip balm smell
slammer smell
kangkong in gravy
ice cube crunching
biting finger skin

good spikey hair
comfortable underwear
liking what i wear
lists
backpacking fantasy
wedding fantasy
feeling nauseous

holidays
12 midnight
the future
food cravings
printing pictures
the beatles
she loves you, yeah yeah yeah
penny lane
love
diaries
jumping into sofas/beanbags
keeping momentos
preserving memories
television
body painting
non oily food
velvet/carpets
intrigue
mustard
owning geraniums
curly caucasian hair

parties
john mayer
thick spectackes
vulnerable children
criticizing
shopping
disgust at awkwardness of meeting people
imagining situations at random moments
chocolate
owning balloons on happy days
making days perfect
eating at perfect choice and will
creating unawkward conversations
rollercoasters
sunny days
heavy wind and rain
john lennon
blogging
picture of girl underwater with sun and bubbles
picture of redheaded leo in river
keeping a notebook alive
good computer system
scrubs
detail
ice lemon tea to quench thirst
being free of top undergarment
avoiding depression
avoiding awkwardness
breathing correctly
lining toilet seats
satisfying grandmother
imagine death and will
exclaiming
pompously tapping ezlink
deliberate sweetness to parents of friends
meeting old friends when out
counting staircase steps
not walking on lines when walking on tiles
psychoanalysis
generating exhilaration by recalling memories as if reliving them
making significant days perfect and special despite stupidity in action
space and the solar system



moled at 10/13/2004 07:14:00 AM



Hello, imbeciles who reside in my life.
I am still trying to grapple with the fact that I can choose to do whatever I want whenever I want. Well, not grapple, relish. And well, I actually could before. I mean the fact that my life has taken a hedonistic turn since the exams are over. For example, I could READ now! the idea itself is amusing.

Yesterday, after everything was over, carol, yuhui and i needed peace, calm and less agitation from a group outing to a shopping centre so we took a bus to the airport, on probably the loveliest road in singapore with the pink bougainvilleas and trees and it was unbelievably calming with the black flipping clouds, the sense of aeroplanes and holidays and clean toilets and hygienic japanese food and viewing galleries with senior citizens. then we took a train ride to chinatown with a odd grumpy but seemingly flirtatious caucasian couple (the man who looked like a turtle kept grabbing his wife's plump knees at one point) and it was hot there, filled with obese caucasian tourists (poor things) looking curiously around and i saw the loveliest skirt with paisley prints on it and i knew i had to buy it. one of those things that i know i have to buy. conviction while shopping is very comforting to me because i often spend half an hour trying to make decisions. AND I LOVE PAISLEY PRINTS. then we went to borders which was cooling and which smelt of books and gifts and i stood there listening to 'no such thing' at john mayer's concert.

Today i met lynn and desiree and i suppose you could call us media whores. we watched 'in america' (gypsy-like, with tinkering trinkets and cobbled together furniture with sweaty purple singlets, snow angels and a red camcorder. i loved it), gilmore girls and friends. MEDIA WHORES! at one point we were even addicted to that bloody little kc (SICKLY SHRIEKS FROM SELF-CONSCIOUS IDIOTIC CHILDREN MADE TO MAKE FUNNY FACES ON THE SCREEN AND SAY 'YOU ARE WATCHING KIDS CENTRAL' SLOWLY, AS IF RETARDED WHILE NOT EVEN MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH THE CAMERA, PROBABLY ABOUT TO PEE IN THEIR WEE LITTLE UNDIES WITH CAR AND CLOUD PRINTS) show with that moronic yellow car called brum and when i shouted 'no! close your eyes!' lynn did it abruptly like a little spasmy kid while desiree found herself sadly unable to tear her eyes from the screen though at normal times she is well-skilled at blinking obsessively (a habit i must cure for it has a negaitive effect on her and influences the people around her to develop the similar, undoubtedly unhealthy obsession). i was also suddenly possessed by the extreme conviction that friendster is perfect evidence of how pathetic singaporean teenagers are. testimonials indeed. how contrived and absurdly stupid is it to publicise a friend using these TESTIS, only for them to what-find LOVE?!?!?! MORE FRIENDS?!?!?!?!!!!
enough of agitation. today was just the lazing around i needed to get myself up and going.

I NEED to watch the royal tenenbaums, i cannot stop thinking about it.
compulsion of tomorrow: watch the terminal. most of my actions are driven by compulsion!!!!!!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC (IN A YOUNG GIRL'S HEART, HOW THE MUSIC CAN FREE HER WHENEVER IT STARTS. AND IT'S MAGIC IF THE MUSIC IS GROOVY, IT MAKES YOU FEEL HAPPY LIKE AN OLD-TIME MOVIE)
OR IN JOHN LENNON'S CURLY BROWN HAIR, SINISTER LONG NOSE, BEADY EYES AND ROUND GOLDEN SPECTACLES.



moled at 10/13/2004 05:34:00 AM

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

HELLO, STRANGER! Zach Braff