Saturday, December 17, 2005
I just found the perfect job. It is what I scour the Classifieds everyday for nothing for. But i found it tonight. Backpacker's hostel!!!!!!! It's a place in katong that has bunks, very nice living room, leisure room, services like laundry, internet etc. and even has guides to show the backpackers around singapore. It would be fun everyday. And I could learn backpacking tips. I just sent them a 'CV', and since i have no work experience it wasn't much of a 'CV' anyway more like 'persuasive paragraph'. I hope I get hired. I also thought of more places to do face painting. This is brilliant. I actually know where to buy face paints now. I can really get started on everything now. This night just took a 360 degree turn.
moled at 12/17/2005 07:13:00 AM
This morning I spent hours doing papier mache. If you are patient, it is incredibly therapeutic. It takes about 2 hours to do 6 layers for a bowl, and that's just the basic part of the bowl. I'm spending my post a level time doing art and craft like a granny who knits!!!!!!
Anyway, in complete contrast to sitting down and dipping strips of paper in a mix and pasting it over something repeatedly and carefully, I went swimming again (second exercise in months), except unlike yesterday I read more than I swam. Yesterday I swam quite a lot and it was scorching hot and the pool was beautiful blue sparkling like diamonds and rippling and everyone slowly left till I was the only one left in the pool except for a couple of men who wore the same kind of black trunks, went around the pool together feeling conscious of themselves and the sort who looks blatantly at any female passing. I lay around the kid's pool (warm with urine) and the big pool talking to myself sort of in my head and floating around and jumped into the pool with a splash till my head hurt. I got a sunburn but it was awesome. But the pool kind of sucked today. There was a man with his kids and he kept spitting phelgm at the side of the pool, the kind also who will look at all women passing. The curly-hair coach was there as always. Kids were all over having lessons, I don't mind that, I only mind adults in the pool. Then the most insane thing happened. I was sitting under a huge umbrella reading On The Road, and the huge black clouds were moving over the entire condominium. Wow. They looked dangerous and dark grey and swirly. My grandmother called, obviously, to tell me to hurry home, but I told her no. I had this fantastic plan in my head where I would sit through the whole blasting rain under the umbrella reading because I love being in the middle of all that rain. The next moment, the rain came, tons of kids still in the pool, coach shouted 'okay, up!'. This was not your ordinary kind of rain. It was very hard, and poured down so hard that all the tiny dots where it hits the pool surface were kind of sharp-looking, and the wind so incredibly strong that all the rain went in i don't know, all directions! A whole wave, and waves, of rain hit me under the umbrella, and I was protecting my book and my cloth bag and cowered under the bag stupidly and all the kids and other humans in the pool were just swimming swimming for their lives and people were running and screaming everywhere and going towards the clubhouse. It was complete sweet chaos. Within 30 seconds I was pretty much the only one left around the pool besides a mother and a child in a neighbouring umbrella and the whole place was just so wet and crazy but it looked like it was being cleansed or something. I didn't know what I was doing but I managed to put on my clothes and put my bag under my shirt and run for the clubhouse alone over the splashing wet floor amidst the crazy rain. As I ran by the shallow part of the pool, I suddenly noticed that the curly-haired coach was 'saving' this girl who had been left in the pool long after everyone escaped! I looked at them, he looked at me, I slowed down, I went faster, I slowed down, the girl was sobbing, and then I just ran for the clubhouse. Parents and kids everywhere making a fuss and eating and whatnot, and suddenly the giant christmas tree in the middle falls over and another commotion begins. I was completely soaked. I sat there shivering like a cat, ate some cheese biscuits and chocolate and by then the rain got much smaller and I went out and took a bus home. Whoo-wee!
moled at 12/17/2005 02:36:00 AM
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I have just obsessively searched an insane number of insane links on short hair. Go here. http://members.aol.com/deppitybob/shlu/PAGEONE.html Title is: SHORT HAIR LOVERS UNITE!!!!! It's like a short hair cult, or gang or gathering and it is hilarious. Lots of crazy pictures and stuff everywhere. Many sites' pictures are mainly photos that are obviously from the 70s or 80s or early 90s. Go here, a more modern site: http://www.short-hairstyles.biz/ I think i'm getting obsessed with short hair. if you, reader, are a female with long hair, go get yourself short hair today!! So easy to dry, no more horrible ponytails, and you'll stop spending time trying to curl your hair and look like what a million others do, it's such release. There are just so many possibilities to short hair. Pixie cut, short and spikey, mohawk, bob, napes (the most disturbing hairstyle ever, try to see it on google images), curly head, short and chirpy, nearly bald, straight fringe etc. etc. It will set you free. If I ruled the world, all women would have funny/elegant/crazy short hair and all men would have long straggly sensuous hair.
moled at 12/14/2005 04:38:00 AM
FIRST TRY!!!!!!!!
CRAZY BUTTERFLY
Beautiful ballerina
here, mousey!
The first is an imitation variation, while the second and third are copied from books. More practice tomorrow!!!!! A boy who wants a butterfly...... DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN BUY FACE PAINTS?!?!?!!! I have no red, and those I'm using now are about 6 years old though very good. And my grandmother did not scream at all about the face painting. Now I want to be painted.
moled at 12/14/2005 12:46:00 AM
Sunday, December 11, 2005
i've got myself stuck in a rut
i've got myself stuck in a rut
stuck
in a rut
in a rut
a rut.....................
Did you know that a teenage boy masturbating can get a heart attack and die?
I swear to try not to chat online anymore. I just watched 2 shows on john lennon. one all about the song Give peace a chance. The other one was all about the 'imagine' album. Someone said the bed-in was ironic as it was the ultimate gesture of passivity though it was a peace protest. Someone else said it was entirely admirable because john and yoko were committed to each other and to the cause. 2 days ago I was at gleneagles hospital all day because my mother was having day surgery. It was fantastic. I sat by her bed and looked up at the lights and thought of 'the peacefulness is so big it dazes you', and went out of the room when they shaved her and gave her the relaxation injection. Horrid, that was. Absolutely horrifying. I went up till the door of the operating theatre with her, I could tell she was scared. Then she went in. A newborn was wheeled out. It was beautiful. It was crying and the father was sort of hopping around and smiling and looking at the baby trying to contain himself. It was amazing. It still had all that vomitty yellow placenta all over its head and its eyes were slightly open and his/her tongue was cherry raspberry red. Absolutely crazy. It was born! I had lunch by myself in the bustle of the lobby, met my father and sat outside the operating theatre waiting, the same operating theatre where years ago my grandfather had a major operation and the doctor proceeded to show everyone my grandfather's fats. All red and flabby and the doctor was flabbing it around explaining stuff. I went to the nursery to see babies after she came out. Hardly saw anything. I felt like an intruder anyway seeing others' babies. It just made me want one of my own. So I went to the room and read and we waited hours as she slept. Nurses outside gabbing away loudly. It was very very peaceful though, being there. The crazy thing is that I remember it felt like an overseas holiday. !!!!! It's a funny place, soft glowing lights, corridors, blue rooms, life and death, happy people and very sad people, all contained in one building. It sounds funny but it was a romantic sort of place, like an aeroplane or what i imagine a spaceship to be like and like what tom hanks said of 2 guys next to each other in a vacuum in space being very romantic. Anyway given all my long spontaneous talk here i find it hard to hold a conversation with people. can't be helped eh? it's sort of a swirling bubbling green cauldron inside with no hole in the big black pot for a nice stream of the potion to trickle out at all. It's contained in though it needs to spill forth. If i die please put a nice photo in the obituary and play nice songs at the funeral and let me wear some nice clothes. I'll be looking down and spying on everyone if i can...especially when they bathe and pee and shit (what laughs) or just before they sleep. 'What the hail' he said.
'It was a sad night; it was also a merry night'
moled at 12/11/2005 01:32:00 AM