yeahh today was a gooood day haha (:
ohh man. haha.
I think shopping's better than uhh sex! haha. not that I would know what the latter is like.
shopping's better than sex!
haha.
grinn I looooooove shopping. uh-huh uh-huh.
haha!
[this is exactly how my brain is functioning now. Except of course, you can't see the mental images I have. (:]
I bought just two things [or seven, depending on how you look at it] but they were really really really good buys!
so I'm a happy tappy pappy zappy girl. ((:
Six pairs of earrings. And thanks to fauzy [you're the best!] who like paid half. (:
They look even better now. grin.
AND.
A dress that was originally at $59.90?
I got it for $10!
Correction.
I got The Last Piece for $10.
hahaha.
AND.
The food. heh...
Fried mars bars with chocolate ice cream and fudge. whee!
Two cheesecakes.
A chocolate eclair.
Chocolate bun.
Cheese bun.-
chocolate cheese cheese chocolate chocolate cheese.... mmmmmm :D
happy tappy pappy zappy day. ((:
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
This post is for all of you who think I’m Ace-Girl in lit.
Well guess what- I’m not.
I can’t seem to think anymore.
I’m tired of the Gothic.
Coming up with topic sentences is a futile exercise.
The Gothic and Love.
Related by: Desire, Obsession, Paranoia, Hatred and Love being two sides of the same coin, the Transgression of Boundaries-
Good for you, tutorial class, you guys are smart.
What is the Gothic anyway?
Some fool’s genre?
The Gothic is characterised by:
I don’t even know what it’s characterised by.
Lots of sex maybe.
Incest, Bigamy, Polygamy, Premarital Sex, Adultery, Lesbianism, Necrophilia, Paedophilia…
How about cheap myths and legends?
Dracula, the Gytrash, Blue-beard, Werewolves, Witches, Walpurgis Night, the Erl-King, Beauty and the Beast, Ashputtle,
“The Gothic is a dead genre. Discuss.”
Introspection and Retrospection work together to form a Visionary classic.
How about that?
With the past comes the future.
Hah.
Get away from me, all of you. Believe me when I say I got 2/25 for the essay sprint.
Well guess what- I’m not.
I can’t seem to think anymore.
I’m tired of the Gothic.
Coming up with topic sentences is a futile exercise.
The Gothic and Love.
Related by: Desire, Obsession, Paranoia, Hatred and Love being two sides of the same coin, the Transgression of Boundaries-
Good for you, tutorial class, you guys are smart.
What is the Gothic anyway?
Some fool’s genre?
The Gothic is characterised by:
I don’t even know what it’s characterised by.
Lots of sex maybe.
Incest, Bigamy, Polygamy, Premarital Sex, Adultery, Lesbianism, Necrophilia, Paedophilia…
How about cheap myths and legends?
Dracula, the Gytrash, Blue-beard, Werewolves, Witches, Walpurgis Night, the Erl-King, Beauty and the Beast, Ashputtle,
“The Gothic is a dead genre. Discuss.”
Introspection and Retrospection work together to form a Visionary classic.
How about that?
With the past comes the future.
Hah.
Get away from me, all of you. Believe me when I say I got 2/25 for the essay sprint.
Oh. and by the way. I hate the blogger.com. It's all in Chinese.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
'tisn't often that I rant.. but here I go.
I thought studying meant that you get a fair chance at doing well. Guess it doesn't work that way. Stayed back every day after mid years were over.. you'd think that I'd improve.
Guess it doesn't work that way.
I know every student has felt this before. This disappointment, this inner struggle as you wage war with the demons of self-pity and mockery. well. Most of us anyway. Unless yr a smart freak that sails through the system. It hurts, for your infomation.
Teach me how to exorcise. I will perform the rituals, the ceremonies of purging and of forgetting.
Math especially. From a relatively respectable C to the ultimate F. It seems intent on mucking around in the gloomy depths.. grinning heinously at me. It delights in looking at the hurt in my eyes.
I can't let this get to me. I won't.
I'll compete against this disparragement will for will, battle for battle.
I'll fight. I'll show you that I'm stronger.
I'll win.
I thought studying meant that you get a fair chance at doing well. Guess it doesn't work that way. Stayed back every day after mid years were over.. you'd think that I'd improve.
Guess it doesn't work that way.
I know every student has felt this before. This disappointment, this inner struggle as you wage war with the demons of self-pity and mockery. well. Most of us anyway. Unless yr a smart freak that sails through the system. It hurts, for your infomation.
Teach me how to exorcise. I will perform the rituals, the ceremonies of purging and of forgetting.
Math especially. From a relatively respectable C to the ultimate F. It seems intent on mucking around in the gloomy depths.. grinning heinously at me. It delights in looking at the hurt in my eyes.
I can't let this get to me. I won't.
I'll compete against this disparragement will for will, battle for battle.
I'll fight. I'll show you that I'm stronger.
I'll win.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
The Blob Theory
Alright. This is me blogging. Again. The bug is big this weekend.
Anyway.
I once told vincent that I have a Blob Theory. That is, that our week isn’t made up of seven separate days, but two blobs. The weekdays are one blob, and the weekends a smaller one. Within these two blobs the days are mashed up; for me at least. I can’t tell a Thursday from a Tuesday. Really.
It’s getting quite bad now because I can’t make a smooth transition between the two blobs. During Blob One I’m quite happy. My life follows a routine of school- study- sleep. That’s it. I have no life, I don’t need to think. Schoolmates are just… fellow robots.
It’s Blob Two that gets me agitated.
See during the weekends life begins and I’m caught off guard each time. I don’t know how to behave. Do you understand? Studying doesn’t seem so important and so without that goal, I’m like… what to do? Yet I can’t bring myself to study.
It’s also during Blob Two that I see people.
Oh, I have nothing against people. It’s just that I’ve forgotten how to behave around them.
It’s quite true, what sab said. To run through the date I/we/each of us had with someone in our minds a million times wondering:
“Was what I said aright? Did I impress? Was it the best that I could have been? Was my front appealing?”
I don’t want that. I don’t want to go out with any guy who makes me think that way. Not because it’s his fault, the darling, but because I don’t want to well, have to do anything more than what I would have otherwise just to… stand out.
Did you know that there’s Someone who’s even more interested in your future spouse than you are? Amazing right? Guess His name.
God.
That’s right. And that’s what comforts me most. That I don’t have to search to hard thinking: is he the one? Because if he is, then no matter what I do, God’ll bring us together. So. I’ll just be me. and I can because everything’s in God’s hands.
And if I spend time and energy being the perfect girlfriend now… that’ll mean less time preparing myself to be the perfect spouse. Which one do I want to be? The perfect girlfriend or the perfect spouse? The two require different skills.
And oh guess what. The whole rachel-is-intimidating thing isn’t confined to school. Well not that guys in church are intimidated by me but they definitely don’t put me into the sweet-girl category. Ohwell. Not like I am anyway. I'm too outspoken. Which has.. uhh. Let's just say my life isn't dull. heh.
Well. Tomorrow's monday.
Back to the Blob.
Anyway.
I once told vincent that I have a Blob Theory. That is, that our week isn’t made up of seven separate days, but two blobs. The weekdays are one blob, and the weekends a smaller one. Within these two blobs the days are mashed up; for me at least. I can’t tell a Thursday from a Tuesday. Really.
It’s getting quite bad now because I can’t make a smooth transition between the two blobs. During Blob One I’m quite happy. My life follows a routine of school- study- sleep. That’s it. I have no life, I don’t need to think. Schoolmates are just… fellow robots.
It’s Blob Two that gets me agitated.
See during the weekends life begins and I’m caught off guard each time. I don’t know how to behave. Do you understand? Studying doesn’t seem so important and so without that goal, I’m like… what to do? Yet I can’t bring myself to study.
It’s also during Blob Two that I see people.
Oh, I have nothing against people. It’s just that I’ve forgotten how to behave around them.
It’s quite true, what sab said. To run through the date I/we/each of us had with someone in our minds a million times wondering:
“Was what I said aright? Did I impress? Was it the best that I could have been? Was my front appealing?”
I don’t want that. I don’t want to go out with any guy who makes me think that way. Not because it’s his fault, the darling, but because I don’t want to well, have to do anything more than what I would have otherwise just to… stand out.
Did you know that there’s Someone who’s even more interested in your future spouse than you are? Amazing right? Guess His name.
God.
That’s right. And that’s what comforts me most. That I don’t have to search to hard thinking: is he the one? Because if he is, then no matter what I do, God’ll bring us together. So. I’ll just be me. and I can because everything’s in God’s hands.
And if I spend time and energy being the perfect girlfriend now… that’ll mean less time preparing myself to be the perfect spouse. Which one do I want to be? The perfect girlfriend or the perfect spouse? The two require different skills.
And oh guess what. The whole rachel-is-intimidating thing isn’t confined to school. Well not that guys in church are intimidated by me but they definitely don’t put me into the sweet-girl category. Ohwell. Not like I am anyway. I'm too outspoken. Which has.. uhh. Let's just say my life isn't dull. heh.
Well. Tomorrow's monday.
Back to the Blob.
Alright. The bug bites. The writing one anyway. I'd complain a lot more if it was a real bug. =Pp
Not that I'm not complaining now because the bug has bitten while I'm out of ideas! arrgh. What an inconvenient time. But the bug bites and so I must write.
My silly muse has no sense of time. Where is she? Shopping? bah.
okayokay let me talk about mmm oh I don't know.
Inspiration has left me.
__________________________________
I need to write-
even when there's nothing.
For some inexplicable reason I'm moody tonight. Feeling the blues. It's enough to put a monkey wrench into my production line, a spoke in my wheel. There's just some strange void and I'm trying to write it out, or fill it up. Doesn't matter as long as it goes away.
I'm not quite thinking straight, I realise suddenly. [sorry if the sentence structure's strange but that's how it formed itself].
There's a bit of ear wax in my ear and-
I brifely comptemplate the benefits of being a spinster.
See I'm so random tonight, [the phone just vibrated] I'm not in control. I't been some time since I was this disoriented. I'm- I am, perturbed.
So quirky. Wonder what'll happen.
Things are always happening with me.
I know. I feel like alice in wonderland.
My eyes are playing ticks on me. hah Proof.
My brain's a wonder andmy room's a land.
I don't know if I'm rational anymore but I'm feeling calmer. I've come up with some theories, at any rate. We can all take comfort in theories.
sheesh. This is Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the Gothic.
__________________________________________________________
A thought just stuck me.
Do you think Rosencrantz [hereafter to be called Ros] and Guildenstern [hereafter to be called Guil] will marry? okay they won't the king of Denmark wouldn't have allowed it but they're perfect for each other. heh.
By the way. Ros and Guil are the two characters in Hamlet who never really know what goes on and are beheaded in the end.
How random. sorry dear people. The muse is really missing. Out of town I think, shopping in thailand. I want to go there too. I can't write good stuff without my muse.
I want to go away from life. Sometimes it's easier being a robot. Mechanical. To follow the rules.. that govern how a teenager should act in each social situation. To go with the flow. Laugh when you need to, say the proper things. Life is simpler when you don't think.
___
I think I'm quite a repressed blog-person. There's definitely lots I can write here but refrain from because it'll spoil the blog. As in, they're just petty little things. Like this guy, or that, or just what I think about someone.
Sometimes I wonder why I do this. I mean, just say whatever I want right.? Lots of people do it anyway.
It's late.
Time to sleep.
Not that I'm not complaining now because the bug has bitten while I'm out of ideas! arrgh. What an inconvenient time. But the bug bites and so I must write.
My silly muse has no sense of time. Where is she? Shopping? bah.
okayokay let me talk about mmm oh I don't know.
Inspiration has left me.
__________________________________
I need to write-
even when there's nothing.
For some inexplicable reason I'm moody tonight. Feeling the blues. It's enough to put a monkey wrench into my production line, a spoke in my wheel. There's just some strange void and I'm trying to write it out, or fill it up. Doesn't matter as long as it goes away.
I'm not quite thinking straight, I realise suddenly. [sorry if the sentence structure's strange but that's how it formed itself].
There's a bit of ear wax in my ear and-
I brifely comptemplate the benefits of being a spinster.
See I'm so random tonight, [the phone just vibrated] I'm not in control. I't been some time since I was this disoriented. I'm- I am, perturbed.
So quirky. Wonder what'll happen.
Things are always happening with me.
I know. I feel like alice in wonderland.
My eyes are playing ticks on me. hah Proof.
My brain's a wonder andmy room's a land.
I don't know if I'm rational anymore but I'm feeling calmer. I've come up with some theories, at any rate. We can all take comfort in theories.
sheesh. This is Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the Gothic.
__________________________________________________________
A thought just stuck me.
Do you think Rosencrantz [hereafter to be called Ros] and Guildenstern [hereafter to be called Guil] will marry? okay they won't the king of Denmark wouldn't have allowed it but they're perfect for each other. heh.
By the way. Ros and Guil are the two characters in Hamlet who never really know what goes on and are beheaded in the end.
How random. sorry dear people. The muse is really missing. Out of town I think, shopping in thailand. I want to go there too. I can't write good stuff without my muse.
I want to go away from life. Sometimes it's easier being a robot. Mechanical. To follow the rules.. that govern how a teenager should act in each social situation. To go with the flow. Laugh when you need to, say the proper things. Life is simpler when you don't think.
___
I think I'm quite a repressed blog-person. There's definitely lots I can write here but refrain from because it'll spoil the blog. As in, they're just petty little things. Like this guy, or that, or just what I think about someone.
Sometimes I wonder why I do this. I mean, just say whatever I want right.? Lots of people do it anyway.
It's late.
Time to sleep.
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