28 December 1998
Aahh! i've just figured out how to look decent in my new hair-length. Centre-parting! the genius of it all! *comb comb*
Also, its confirmed i'm taking Chinese as a subject next session. I haven't told my parents yet. After flunking chinese every chance i got and the thousands spent on extra tuition fees in singapore, my mother is going to freak. I'll probably freak too when i realise what i've done.
29 December 1998
I think these daily(sortof) updates are fun. so much easier to write. short and all. haha. then at the end of the week i can just cut and paste. wheee..! What u think? does anyone believe i can keep this up daily? hehe. does anyone think i should stop writing ? those people should go away and chew on rusty carpet. bleeaAh! (make face). I've had too much chocolate. i'm high...
about the hair, i changed my mind again. side parting is better. the lesser evil. 48 hours post-hairchop and i miss my hair already. *sniff*. have to find new novel distraction now. like a new hair colour. ooh yeah.
Also, i did math today! Five Whole Problems, and i actually knew how to do them. What a day. I won't remember them past tomorrow though, i'm sure of it.
After i got sick of math, I spent about an hour reading through salvaged old cards and letters from guys of ages past, and i think i must've peaked at age 14-15, judging from the number of admirers (ahem.), and then from that point its just been heading downhill, landing splut in the mud about now. Its not fair. But some of those letters were really sad. Not to be derisive, but the letters really made the sender sound pathetic. Hell i probably thought he was really sweet at the time but now it just sounds so dependant and i wondered how i could breathe in that relationship.
Of course there were the really sweet ones, like this guy i knew in about sec3, he was from RI and also a GEPper, and maybe he's reading this. Hi you! haha, but his cards were my favourites, like those i got from my best (female) friends. We didn't get to being more than friends though, although we did try, for a shortlived moment.
Bittersweet memories of everything, and thankfully, no bitter regrets.
What
a life, what a day. I dreamt i was killing aliens last night. With my sword,
and i plunged it through them all, mercilessly, and wanted to dissolve
them with shampoo but that just healed their wounds so that sucked. The
aliens were cream coloured, and they curdled when killed. Also, some friends
of mine were keeping two female aliens in the bathroom so that i wouldn't
kill them and i thought that was really annoying. But i woke up when my
mouse sat on my foot. He blamed Womby but Womby was on the chair, so i
knew. Anyway, i have to do more math now.
29 December 1998 - An Addendum.
I just wrote something, out of infernal boredom. Read it and think deeply about the meaning of life, or go have a cookie or something. Here i present:
Kevin
the Cornflake - A short story.
(note:
this is a nonsense poem, so please don't take it seriously or - God forbid
- try to find any meaning in it).
Kevin
was a cornflake,
I
met him in my bowl.
I
ate him with some milk i found,
Releasing
Kevin's soul.
It
floated to the ceiling,
And
tended to the light.
Soon
Kevin's soul was burnt
quite
crisp and black like night.
He
wasn't hurt though, not Kevin's soul,
He
didn't have the nerves.
But
yet he thought, a better fate
Surely
he deserved.
Kevin
wanted to see the world,
He
wanted to meet his creator.
So
with the wind he whirled right past
His
mum as there i ate her.
He
whirled and twirled out of the room,
Not
wasting time for mourning,
You
know this rhyme really does
Fit
so nicely with morning.
But
back to Kevin, he floated along,
He
saw the world, he smoked a bong.
He
ate pork sausages, he drank wine with feta,
But
then he threw up, and felt so much better.
He
was a worldly cornflake now,
Albeit
only its soul.
Or
rather since the lightbulb incident,
a
worldly speck of coal.
So
Kevin the Speck of Coal wandered far and away,
He
travelled with the wind.
O'er
farmland and fences, horses and hay.
But
then on one warm sun roasted day,
Kevin
happened to chance,
upon
a golden field of corn.
And
there he has danced his little soul,
up
to this very day.
Kevin
the cornflake had found his roots.
30 December 1998 - New Years Eve Eve
I went
shopping today! I was supposed to buy shoes, and i must've tried on at
least 50 pairs today (my feet hurt now), but instead i came back with 4
party tops! well, more or less. Ever the optimist. Here they are, painstakingly
rendered on MS Paintbrush.
The
first one (from the left) is black, low cut. a beet too low cut maybe (now
i have to buy appropriate chest armour - breast plates? ahahah. i kill
myself). The fuzzy bit is lace. its really pretty. The second one is a
reeally dark blue and plain, while the white one is just that, its pretty
cool. Almost sexy, except i hesitate to use that word on myself. On the
last one, that (incredibly fun to draw) design actually looks alot
better (duh), and isn't actually grey, but black velvet, and since i couldn't
find a black that would show up on black, its grey. The logic is astounding.
But now i need party pants. And i still want those shoes.
1 January 1999 - New Years Eve no more
So
i skipped a day. bleaah. I didn't do anything yesterday (seee? i told u
i have no life). I didn't go to any party, i didn't even go out. I sat
at home and watched TV. And every bloody channel played that bloody idiot
who used to be prince's Party like its 1999 song. My life is so the shits.
Oh what now. My mouse wants to type something. HE looks happy. Urgh.
Hallo!
You ... whoevers reading this..hhahahahaH! HAAAPPY NEEEW YEAAAR !! *hic*
wait..Where did i put that cheezel? wait.. hold on.. hey Womby take over
for me...[sniff]..
Uhm.
hi. <pause> .. um..this is Womby.. *nervous smile* We just had a party,
and Mausey's drunk alot of the cranberry vodkas. (Mausey
in the bkground. Singing.) "Yeah! man! We're.. gonna party like
its nineteen ninetee nine!! yeeeaH! boogie baby!" He's
starting to smell funny too. and that song.. it's so familiar....Oh suyin
wants to say something.
These
are the ingrates i have for stuffed toys. While i'm upstairs being miserable
and alone, u hold a PARTY, in MY room, and DON't Invite ME?
We
saved you a party hat.
Party
hat smarty pat. Whaddaya gonna do? Tell us to get stuffed? Hyahahah. *glug
glug* Oh i kill myself. [sniff]..
How
true.
oh
dear. i can't watch this.
Wha?
*glug*...*wipe whiskers*...*Sniff*. Hrm. Hey. Heyy! Where u takin
me? Hoi! put me down! now! i said.. down..put..Me..OW!
<wince>
oh Suyin, he was just slightly inebriated, and look, he saved you a cheezel.
Its
soggy.
Here's
your party hat.
Thanks.
You can have my cheezel.
Lets
save it for Mausey.
Happy
new year, Womby.
Happy
new year, Suyin. And also to you reading this. *wave*
3 January 1999 - Today, School starts Tomorrow.
