Thursday, May 04, 2006
I got a waitressing job!!!!!!
Today is the day where I get sick of making tie-dye shirts. When I was making them today I felt like....a crazy.......chemist-robot. Precisely that. Mixing dye and salt and powder and stirring and wearing gloves. I felt like the robot maid in the jetsons. Bit deranged. I brought Abbey Road when I went to my auntie's house today and the crazy cousin played it over and over and he liked it. And again, French pressurizes you to answer questions like 'what do you do in your life?' I couldn't think of an answer so i said je ne sais pas and he pressured me by asking me if i'm a student to which i don't really know if its yes or no so i said yes and he asked if i work and i said next week and there was the answer to what do you do in your life. I'm dying to watch Austin powers goldmember. I'm itching, like mini-me with rabies!!!!!! The songs are killing me. The evil song (from austin powers I or II): 'when your name is evil, that is good or so you think but you're so very wrong, it's evil. And being wrong is right so then you're good again, which is the evilest thing of all.' Oh stop it, it tickles!
moled at 5/04/2006 08:48:00 AM
Monday, May 01, 2006
Last night the PAP drove past in their lorry with the huge flag billowing in the wind, up the slope at my neighbourhood, waving to no visible person with the speakers blaring. And for that moment I wanted to be that icky teenage boy in one of those cheesy moments in those movies and shout 'YOU SUCK!' out of the second-floor window. Instead I humbly retired to my room and sat passively reading an online novel, 253, about the 253 passengers aboard a London tube on 11th April 1995. They each have a section in 253 words, about their outward appearance, inside information and what they are thinking. I DIG it!!!!! (how did that phrase come about?!) There is a train map on where each of them are sitting and a brief phrase on their interests/thoughts. Miss Danni __'s interest is 'sex and pencils'. Many of them are listed as being interested in 'brains and beauty'. My father is back from japan, bought me a weird expensive handbag made out of denim and japanese cloth that he asked a salesgirl to recommend for his 20-year-old daughter (he ALWAYS does that, and anyway i'm not 20 and he hasn't also observed that I kind of hate handbags). I think he will agree to letting me paint me castle green room and he appears serious about our trip/my fantasized trip to London in july (just us, I'll plan everything and we'll explore everything). Love that yahoo! whoop in yahoo! ads. Just makes you think of a happy psycho man with long curly red hair and huge goggly eyes and green specs. "YA-Hooooo-ooo!"
We would dance around because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you
in an octupus' garden with you
in an octopus' garden with you
moled at 5/01/2006 08:28:00 PM
moled at 5/01/2006 05:09:00 AM
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Elections are exciting. I want to see what rallies are like. I try to ask my family who they are going to vote for but they keep saying it's secret until I feel like swatting a fly. Singapore is probably the only country in the world where the radio news reports that some party has been giving out fortune cookies and peanuts to residents and then interviewing someone to comment on that very action. Or probably the only country where political parties pose in the newspapers smiling somewhat like japanese schoolgirls with a 'v' sign (they did! check it out!) I was sitting at a starbucks in the heartlands waiting for desiree when the political people appeared to the sound of bagpipes and boys in checkered skirts playing them. As they went around shaking hands and grinning and telling parents how cute their kids are, a jazz band played on a small red stage. The band seemed to be part of an entirely different atmopshere it was incredible. A boy played the cello, another chinese boy with an afro played the keyboard and something like a miniature piano you blow, another played the electric guitar softly, and this tall girl sang songs like fever, cry me a river, and they seemed to improvise a bit and i could imagine smoke and bittersweet drinks around them in a little bar. I've never seen anything like them. And the political people didn't even give them a glance. It was disappointing.
moled at 4/30/2006 05:44:00 AM