I think maybe you're not supposed to make raisin bread + ham sandwiches (not even if you toast the bread).

        Ohhhhhh...  I'm listening to Jamiroquai's Too Young to Die. This is possibly my favourite song right now. You *Have* to hear it. The base ...tune thing. AH. GOsh. WOW. *RAVE* *float off into parallel existence*

        Bluuueeee flowers... dum dum da da dum.. pink flowers... dum dum da da dum..."see your brother fry, gonna see yer brother fry"... Doo du du doo da da dohh da da dohh da.

        I have this cd now cos my father flew back today. in a few days he's off to perth again. for a month maybe. I think im beginning to miss him. Meanwhile, i'm tripping off on the cds he bought for me.

        My dad is Way Cool. When i call him at home, he answers with 'whassup?'. After you get over the initial shock its...fun. Yes. I don't think its so much mid-life crisis as so much just part of his nature. He makes fun of the guys that call me too. Beware. yahahah.

        "Hello, may i speak to suyin please?"

         "Who is this?"

        "uh.. her friend..."  (mild panic sets in)

           "Oh is that so. Well suyin isn't at home."

        "She isn't? oh but.. um. okay. thank you.. so sorry to bother you"

           "No. Wait. She's at home, but she's Busy. do u have a message?"

        "um..uh.. its okay..uh..just..nevermind. thank you..."

           "hahah. wait. Hey, she's here, and she's free! SUYIN! PHone Call!"

 
        Fathers will have their fun.
 
        Doo du du doo da da dohh da da dohhh ohh...

        I like writing these conversation dialogue sequences. Also i'm floating high on the rest of the album...'Emergency on Planet Earth', and the dialogue sequences don't require so much brain cell (note the singular).

The next one is called My Dad and My Mouse.

[enter Father into suyin's room. Suyin is asleep. It is Not early in the morning.]

(Father sits on the edge of the bed, next to my huge stuffed white rat - which is more adorable than i can describe.)
 

I have an alarming parent.

My mother is more normal. She's one of those people who sleep at the same time every night (10.30pm), and wake up EARLY every single morning. Well, its One kind of normal. :) The only times i've been up before her is when i've stayed up all night. She's like my brother. My dad on the other hand, has even weirder day-night hours than me. You can tell i like being like my dad.

Of course, being a parent, he is necessarily imperfect and often infuriating but i got a good deal all round.

Why the hell am i writing all this? HEELLLOOO YOU, how are you today? thanks for reading these pages, you justify the time i'm wasting and the lab work im not doing.

I hope you're alright. In general. Like, you're not about to go broke, commit suicide, or dye your hair brown... It's not much fun to lose control of your life (or hair colour)... I'm babbling.

My mail notification program is going mad. It checks for mail every ten minutes and now it's telling me i have mail even when i don't, and then i go check anyway Just in Case, and its very DUMB.

        Actually right, i'm feeling quite shit now. And its not just the previously-mentioned ham sandwich raisin hell in my digestive system... I think in the last entry i said i was feeling like shit too. That was a different kind of shit, but lets not get smelly here.

        Basically, i think i'm some sort of consummate busybody, and i get involved in all kinds of things, which often hardly involve me in any sort of big way but i Have to know what's going on. I blame my sec2 teacher who kept preaching the good of being 'aware' *delegate blame*.

        Recently, very recently, there arose an issue in the SSA* (of which i'm suddenly a committee member), and i stuck my nose in. Actually i was told about it by someone who possibly shouldn't have told me, but i'm delegating blame again. ANYway, politics are STUPID and SILLY and Such a bloody Waste of Time. *vent vent*
*Singapore Students Association

        First, i get people telling me to make noise about it so 'something' happens. Then, i go try finding out facts so i'm not just shooting off vague accusations, and the more i find out the more stupid i think the whole thing is, and i say so. But then the people who asked for noise suddenly shut up and decide that i don't have to know anything. And then the silliest cow of them all decides to lose HIS temper and declare his hands washed of the entire matter, which is very smart, considering he was the one to make it everyone else's problem in the first place.

        On saturday however, there will be this mass meeting thing and i suppose the issue will be happily debated among the people who'll all have strong opinions, and people will speak up... and people will stand up... there will be principles mentioned, there will be diplomatic fronts,  and i'll sit there thinking what a load of mouldy bacteria.

        Ohhh... im listening to Too Young To Die again...  *floating...i'm floating...* ...  this is too sublime.  (i've just found out i can upload realaudio files! click here to listen to the live version. Its 494k ... and not really good sound quality ( you should hear the cd), but oh well...)
 
        i don't think i'm supposed to tell what that political thing's about. SUPPOSED not to, but that's not why i'm not elaborating. I think its too stupid is all.
 
    A friend of mine went and checked up some numerology thing, and he gave me this list of words that are supposed to describe me, from the numbers in my birthdate(?).

I saw Sabrina a few days ago for the second time. Its not the movie with the teenaged witch, but the remake of the audrey hepburn (?) classic where she goes to Paris to find herself. I want to go Paris. like Really. Want to learn french, go there, live for awhile. Maybe get a chic hairstyle and wardrobe while i'm there *grin*, maybe develop a french pout. Something utterly frivolous. Because frivolity is fun and why not have fun.

To sit at one of a row of neat cafes, to read a book and look at people and listen to the harpsichord music coming from somewhere over there. [reeking of pretentiousness but i didn't mean to]

To be jobless and happy that way, to make love for the love of love itself.

dum de dum.

Imaginings and idealisms and suchness.
 
 

~ 1994 ~    My longest | closest | worst | best | extremest |    Friend,  Louise, and myself, in China.    A school thing. We went with a bunch of    pubescent RI  G.E.P Things.      Memories of much cabbage.

        I know i talk alot about this guy and that guy and i go ooh ahh and i rave about so many i forget some. However, i'm not sitting around hoping some guy'll want me. Just because it doesn't happen doesn't mean i want it to happen, ok? No lah. I'm kidding. I'm not desperate, nor searching, i haven't met anyone i'm about to fall in love with. If i do, u can be sure u'll read about it... that is, of course, unless he reads this too, then it'll prolly be censored or something like that. heheh. But please don't ever assume i'm depressed because i'm not attached. I don't need that.
 
To end off, this is another one of those strange errors i picked up from those movie trailer-ad things in Singapore. My fizzy fish was there when i spotted it and listened to me while i subsequently refused to shut up about it.

From an ad for some brand (i forgot) of Milk:
 

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