i promised the world and a dozen roses.Tuesday, November 30, 2004 i found a contact lens at the bottom of the swimming pool.
ok i figured im really not getting that dumb job.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
use re-chargeables if you care about tomorrow
(who wants to work there anyway) ok i do. waiting for nihaad n siti mandie in town. reading "the bleachers" by john grisham now. prom was cool. OK THEYRE CALLING SWEET JOSEPHINE WOULD YOU FUCK ME BACK HOME??? (SAY YES SAY YES SAY YES SAY YES)
siti im really sorry i didnt do ur hair properly.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
why?...
we'll try to fix it tomorrow, make it more pink. sorry also for not going holly secrets.not feeling well. shucks i feel bad.ok ok tomorrow ok? sorry. hey i fainted!i've always wanted to faint. but it was scary ah.one moment i was taking out my card to pay the next i see a man and a few ladies above me.lost 5 seconds of my life ah!!i dont remember anything.it was surreal.like a dream.wow.my sister was scared.lucky she was there. got my shoes and eyebrows done HAHA hope prom turns out good (and that siti's hair will be pink) hoping for the best just hoping something happens a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins deux-heure long munchies at 9 jamming just now. strong ah.line-up now is fantastic.i was just sitting down there and admiring them. happy family. steady drums. great vocals. power guitars. steady bass. great ingridients. hope it stays that way. can't wait to see them in action (ONE HOUR SLOT AT NINE COMING UP FOR MUNCHIES AT NINE) paragon.be there or be oblong. coffee bean still hasn't called. (i didnt dream about getting the job.bruffer :) ) hmmm gotta get back to woolf's book else i'll lose the plot. prospects of the future looking bright. heaven is bright, right? job please come so i have money. NO PAE FORMS FOR ME TO FILL IN. no jc to choose. no job. BAH. maybe i gave them wrong number :/ looking for french and spanish punk rock. ok.hasta la vista, baby! gotta go home rest. scary girl not feeling good (faint and some more arh!)
why?
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
my mother's spanish colleage looks like superman.CALIENTE!!!:D
because the sun rises because the rain falls because the moon goes through cycles because the earth spins because the mothers feed the young because the birds fly because fish live underwater because trees grow because children become old people because paris is in france because my hair is pink now because my sister is wearing a star shirt because rainbows are colourful or maybe just because i never stopped. ----------- cousin brian moving into film.he's studying in calarts and says i can help him film his film next JUNE. exciting ness. prospect of doing portfolio and learning shading techniques with min for lasalle sound exciting too. opportunities opportunities. what a beautiful world. HAHA!!
YAY AS OF TOMORROW IM HAVING JET BLACK HAIR WITH PINK STREAKS.i hope.
Monday, November 22, 2004
HOW OBVIOUS IS OBVIOUS.
saw "saw" yesterday.WOAH.camera angles good.story line.PSYCHOTIKKKKKKK. min gng la salle.she said i could go with her.HAHA.or contemplate NAFA.but im scared.i regret not taking art in sec 3.going to email my cousin -the artist.the one with the exhibition and who appeared in central.HAHA!.he said he could work with me if i became a movie animator. :) bana got new man.he's nice and hot and funny and he said i look like a minah. :(((((( well at least he didnt mean it to be baddd. siti got edday. min got toufu. nihaad got sammies. and i've got raindrops. lluvia cae lentamente... ok i cant remember the song.it was by enrique iglesias(yes he sang in spanish b4 english) and it was about raindrops falling slowly on you but it didnt matter because he's enamorado. i want to migrate to paris. yeah. and ill sell bread and play the straw and at night take pictures of prostitutes and the eiffel tower. and i'll leave in a shop house with a russian immigrant.she would be bisexual and really hot. we'll drink hot cocoa while watching the eiffel tower being re-painted every year (erasing kris and denise's name) and watching pick pockets get caught by old ladies wearing mary janes and hitting the pick pockets with their hand bags (which would be made of fake leather) and then we'll go and eat spaggetthi at one of those outdoor cafes.then unable to pay for the meal, we'll run away.and the fat italian owner wont be able to chase us.then back home the russian girl would paint my picture and i'll write her poems.maybe we'll fall for a spanish soldier and we'll live happily ever after and now the spanish soldier would be able to pay for our meals and i wont have to bake bread anymore. BULLSHIT. going to fill in the form later at 6. i need new clothes.reading virginia woolf's "orlando".she writes like wow.and then its like wow.and then im like wow.and then she's like wow. and im like gone.
here's a lesson in maths:
Saturday, November 20, 2004
like its where you wanna be.
let's take life as an example. the probability of anything happening the first time is half.so... P(things happening the first time)=1/2 the probability of them happening the second time will also be half.so altogether,if u try twice, the probablity of it coming true is... P(things not happening first time but happening second time)=1/2 * 1/2 =1/4 so if people say that third time lucky, then they ARE LYING.cos the probability of it happening is P(things not happening the first time, second time but on the third time)= 1/2*1/2*1/2 =1/8 compare 1/2 to 1/8.WHICH ONE SHOWS YOUR LUCK?! i am embarrassed to have chinese blood.yesterday a chinese family was discussing how if there's a malay and a chinese as finalists in SINGAPORE IDOL, the CHINESE one would win.WHAT THE FUCK.WHAT HAPPENED TO TALENT?yeah now i know why LKY makes sure theres always 70% CHINESE IN THIS island.i vote taufik.hands down.sylvester cant even pronounce. reading virginia woolf's orlando.still at the introduction cos its really long.talks abt all the suffragates and the apphists and all.i want to be an andro.it is the balance between men and women.haha.and and...well.you have to read it. i dont agree with anarchism and chaos.but seems neither did this lady here.she was a feminist and an anarchist.read on EMMA GOLDMAN born in 1869, to jewish parents in Lithuania, part of russian empire.her father beat her up and as she grew up she was aware of persecution of jews in russia.they were beaten up and forced to convert to christianity and were conscripted from the age of 12 until they were 42. when she was 16, she run away from an arranged marriage. in 1886 she read about the trial of Haymarket anarchists in Chicago.The 8 men, who believed in greater rights for working people, were accused of throwing a bomb at police in Haymarket Square3.only 2 of the men had been present but 4 were hanged. in 1892, Emma and Berkman (russian anarchist) and tried to assasinate HENRY FRICk a wealthy steer tycoon who tried to cut wages at one of his steel plants.his workers went on strike and many were killed.Berkman was caught and imprisoned for 22 yrs. Goldman became known as REd Emma cos of her radical views.in 1893, she was jailed for 2 yrs for starting a RIOT in NY.after her realease, she toured america and europe to speak against american gvt and the poor working conditions manyworkers had to suffer. when president william mckinley was assasinated by an anarchist, emma had to go into hiding.(being an anarchist herself, she was under questioning and there was much puclib outcry at the pres's death). it is then that she wrote and published in 1906 MOTHER EARTH.in which she wrote about women's rights and birth control.she was imprisoned cos the public was HORRIFIED at such liberal ..erm opinion OK I AM TIRED.she died in 1940 cos of heart attack. THE MORAL OF THE LESSON "eat vegetables, drink milk, read the newspaper and change your underwear everyday." (list keeps getting longer) :D hasta la vista baby!!!
went to town with my sis.bought a green rufio shirt.yadda yadda yadda.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
one more day to go.
yesterday night went to town with my brother.watched the incredibles -nice graphics i like-.yadda yadda yadda. o levels are over.and yes it feels good.im happy. :D may not be all that i expected but life never is.yadda yadda yadda. all i wanted was a small itsy bitsy line of esperanza.but i realise now it's not going to happen.NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS, HERE'S THE... broken and cant be fixed.non refundable.sorry.we're sorry.we really are. ok i understand. i mean aku faham. j'entends yo entiendo. wo ming bai. \\\captain dani to control tower... -no answer- s.o.s. fragile hearts on board SOS!! -no signal- we need a signal here! -no signal- alright.i guess we'll let the sea do its job. captain dani over and out. -end of transmission-
"So pace the
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
gentlemen dont ask questions....
stairs to your a- partment Like it's where you wanna be" his voice is so breathy.so seductive.so slow.so deliberate.so intriguing.so raw.so painful.so wow.so fullofenergy.so full of air d'etre.so alive.so dead.so wishful.so sure.as if he's given up. i want to marry his voice. got my new specs.now can look like wilma from scooby doo again. :D got a date with my bro n sis tom :) watching the incredibles. INCDREDIBLE!! my small sis doesnt appreciate paper boats.only paper planes.i think she's gonna me a pilot like amelia hshadfjkhajkhgjka i forgot her surname.HAHA. i want to watch a bronx tale. "Astoria is the town from the 1985 movie Goonies. In the film, a bunch of kids find a treasure map and set out to find the booty. Hijinks ensue as a group of criminals join the search. The line, "This is my wish and Im taking it back, Im taking 'em all back" is from the movie. Lead singer Kris Roe used childhood memories as inspiration: "I'd take all these Polaroids of where I grew up. I went back and stole back these memories that were once mine by taking all these Polaroids. At this point in my life and career, I can't very well go back to the house where I used to live and say to the people that live there now, 'Can I sit in my old bedroom?' But I could take photographs in the window. I tried to do anything I could to make this record more vivid and detailed, even going to stalker limits."" now i wanna watch goonies too. "SKRATCH: I read an interview with you guys when you were still on Kung Fu Records, and you were talking about seeking out a different label, but you didn't want to "sell out" and were adamant about maintaining your independence as a band. Has this happened for you with Columbia Records? JOHN: I totally feel that way. We still do everything on our own: merchandise, music, tours, choosing the bands that open for us...Nothing has really changed, other than Columbia providing us with far more promotion. With Kung Fu, we'd done three records for them under the contract, and we also did some extra, but it was time to go in a different direction. SKRATCH: So you guys are big GOONIES fans, referring to the town in the movie in the title of your CD, SO LONG, ASTORIA. Give me a line from the movie.JOHN: "This is my wish: I'm taking them back, I'm taking it all back." Remember that? I think the reference in our album is part of the theme of nostalgia. The album is about the band's life, the adventure of six years. It sort of relates to the movie, the kids' adventure and sticking together through good times and bad. SKRATCH: How do you guys spoil yourselves on the road?JOHN: Oh, I don't know: go to music store, read. Mike is a video-game freak. SKRATCH: Sounds like you guys are a bunch of nerds.JOHN: Well, I mean, when we first started playing and touring with our bands, we'd wander aimlessly during tours and check everything out. But, you know, now it's like, "Oh, here we are in Boise, Idaho, again," you know? We already know where the tattoo shop is, the Supercuts, the deli…I mean, in Europe we're more into going out, to museums, like the Van Gogh Museum, in Amsterdam SKRATCH: You guys aren't really about that?JOHN: We are a band for the fans [...]. We're tight with our fans. We're constantly on our message board, and we read all the letters we receive. Nine out of 10 shows we try and stick around and talk to the kids. " hurray.
we could pay attention.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
there is one thing i can do nothing about
i could say it in a thousand different tongues i better get myself in shambles and a million other ways before ur folks are up and looking for some answers. i could cast it to the wind and let it bring it across the fields i think thats how it goes. i could write it in the sand and let the words take sail the album grew on me. i could carve it on a cliff and let the waves steal it bit by bit physics paper in 2 hrs time.shld be making a move now. i could plant it in the soil and let the words take root its fruit proclaiming to the world i am worried. i could nestle it with the doves and they would take flight sister told me some stuff last night. i could let the oysters shelter it and make it into somethings precious creactive suicide. i could send it to the stars and watch the constellations spell it out its everything that u cant see. i could say it in a thousand different tonguesand a million other ways i wonder if you'll listen or even if you care i wonder what itll be like to swim in jelly. i know what its like to feel like jelly hello randomness. goodbye common sense supercalifragelisticaspialidocious.
i like families.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
BUNGA API and peter the danish man
i wish i could adopt families. i like siti nihaad and afiqah's families. ok except nihaads elder brother cos he'll finish the cereal. then i'll have three fathers one who'll tell me all the history of the world, one who would build me bookcases and one who will screen my favourite movies in his primary school. and i'll have three mothers one who will bake everyday and one who would tell me all about her day and one who would tell me ghost stories. and i'll have 3 brothers.one who would say im fat and message me good luck for my exams(and check whether my heart is beating when im asleep) and one who would eat all the cereal and one who would play playstation with me. and i'll have 3 sisters.one who would tell me about archie comics and make noise, one who would tell me abt her ahem observations and one who would download anime. and siti and nihaad and afiqah.who just are. but i like mine too. my sister pierces tongues, my lil sister has curly hair and likes to brush her teeth cos she has 3 new tootbrushes and my brother reads tin tin and tells me things i already know (about snakes and light from his pri 4 textbook) and my mother...well she does a lot of things.i miss my old mum.when she didnt have to work and took us to toys r us to buy polly pocket and stayed at home baking.now shes jsut tired and smokes and drinks and is tired. that was fun. history source based was some shit. went to look at shoes for prom.sigh.i wish i had long tanned slim legs. which would probably look dumb with my face so i should wish for a new body. HAHA. cant wait.pink hair.coffee.money.no more a maths.no more uniforms. yet.... yeah, being grown up isnt half as fun as growing up. tbs new album's weird.i like their old one.never mind, its nice.just confusing.i wish they still talked abt best friends going out with girlfriends. "See the months they don't matter it's the days I can't takeWhen the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away"- new american classic
haha this is the best hari raye siah.at sitis aunt house now.the foo power.
Friday, November 12, 2004
je suis sur le point de partir
GOT THE CORNFLAKES THING. SELAMAT HARI RAYE I LOVE TO PLAY WITH BUNGA API!!!
j'envie que l'examen ne serait pas très difficil.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
rhapsody in blue
i wish to make you mine read spit against the wind by anna smith, good book.all abt this four kids summer that changed their whole lives.couldnt put it down as soon as i started reading.i like tony.he sounds special and beautiful.HAHAHA.i should be a book character.i wouldnt wanna be in adrian mole's diary though.he sounds like a freak :/ i think ur really special in 7 days it'll all be over!! i regret letting go of u. "it is the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting"-the alchemist im so sorry.i know im mean.pls give me another chance mr toe? whats ur dream? if only i could stop the earth from spinning maybe id have more time if i only i had enough strenght to hold the lasso preventing the moon from leaving that night maybe id have more time to listen to u to look at u or even if only i had enough happiness to keep earth awash with light then we'd never have to part ways
rhapsody in blue.i forgot the composer.was listening to my grandpa's classical shits and looking thru his photoalbums and books.i wish he was still alive.when he was in hospital i seldom visited him.i was out playing HOCKEY.and when my mother was in hospital.i was busy playing HOCKEY.
Monday, November 08, 2004
and then she said ok.
came across afiqah's letters.fuck i have like a whole box of letters that ppl sent me from pri3 all the way tp pri 6.so old sch.even though we were in the same school, we posted letters.i like afiqah's letters and i wonder what happened to mine.i also found nihaad bana and min's postcards n stuff.min was always so psycho.oh min. no i didnt read my diary.i realised smth.in a lot of those letters frm pri sch friends, the person always apologized for making me angry.im such a horrible person.this means i have been petty since young.dammit.i wish i could be a nice person.why do i have to be so mean.i wish i was like jamie in a walk to remember.i wish i could change.i wish i was sweet and not petty and i wish i was selfless and thoughtful. and i saw this letter from this girl frm canada that my friend was writing to.she pretended to be a boy.come to think abt it.i think i had lesbian friends in pri sch.they were two yrs older than me means....hey tts still young.HAHA.nvm.then i pretended along with them and we concocted the perfect boy.haha.poor canadian girl.i wish i still wrote to her.its cool to have mail from overseas. sigh.why am i always looking back. HEY this is cool "Dusk, I realized then is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it.And that means that day and night are linked in a way few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart?" -the notebook, nicholas sparks HEY WOULD YOU GUYS PLEASE INVITE ME TO YOUR HOUSE FOR HARI RAYA COS I WANT TO EAT THE CORNFLAKES THING.(AND GET MONEY) NONONONO I DIDNT SAY THAT. letters written yesterday dear me how have you been i dont see your smile anymore in your eyes all i see is resignment dear me why dont you let things be you are but an actor in this play that's been written in stone dear me why won't you look ahead looking back may convince you not to go dear me the critics know not what they say take up your position and play your role, dear me ive missed you hope to see you soon.
she said don't.don't let it go to your head.
Friday, November 05, 2004
o levels should be banned.
i dont really feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. next twelve exits. i read the catcher in the rye and 4 other books during the week end.who's taking o's??? borrowed the notebook (....) and some virginia woolf book not gonna start war and peace till after o's. i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say. but i dont feel like updating. but i have a lot to say.
my heads throbbing i swear.and the ghost is still in my room and has moved on to all the other rooms even though i removed the mirror.it refuses to let me sleep.WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.
hey i am halfway through the Os IF YOU FEEL LIKE DYING YOU MIGHT WANNA SING HAHA YOU MIGHT WANNA SING HAHA SING! --- as the clothes come off so does the pride then the whole act is detached from the mind the buttons, give way his zipper, her guard a job, mechanic his eyes close, hers remain open he sweats, he groans, he's crude she tears, she's quiet, pretends mechanic, a job images are involuntary in her mind her son, her daugher her son, the sun comes up, she leaves the shadows fade but still remain. |
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