Saturday, June 24, 2006
DAY TWENTY-NINE OF HOLIDAYStoday i was so angry that my eruption was worthy of that of
mt vesuvius which erupted and engulfed the whole of
pompeii while everyone ran around screaming like
headless chickens. they died
anyway. YES EVERYONE SHOULD DIE TODAY. i hate it when
judy always ALWAYS forgets our appointments. or if that isnt the case she turns up
late. i hate my mum's new job because its taking away some precious family time. her colleagues are a couple of fucktards. and i
hate them.
retail therapy rocks. how terribly overrated that word is. one person uses it and everyone else picks it up. ANYWAY. i spent like a
mad woman today in light of the fact that GSS is fast coming to a close. i didnt buy that
pretty pink pumps BECAUSE. i didnt feel like it. pity tho. it was
dirt cheap. and the rest of the cash went to fooooooooood (: spending money cheers me up to no end. especially so if it isnt spent on
me :D WINK WINK.
and so the convenience of a
heartland mall was finally bestowed upon me. on a silver platter no less. and lots of
lacy ribbons and paper confetti :D lovely. i had half a mind to head down to town afters but i managed to purchase ALL my things at
causeway point. lovelove (: HURHUR. its tough staying near town. trust me. there's a lot of things that you cant get there. yepps.
i am ashamed to realise that i am now writing to entertain. i have to think
witty. clever. ambiguous. stuff that people wanna
read. and sometimes when i get really
rant-y and i feel like rambling i actually have the
audacity to wonder whether people would find it
too long. GOSH. i have changed. not that
thats a bad thing. but my blog has become just like everyone else's. i
hide things that i feel strongly about and only
spin stories to satiate my readers.
but when i really sit down and think about it. there
is a good side to all this too. like if i never found the need to satiate readers. i would never have changed the way i write. this is a more
sophisticated.
occasionally chic. WINK WINK. and
mature write up. i cringe and i feel my insides burn with shame
-die bitch die- when i riffle thru my archives. *drops dead. the language i
used. i am deeply ashamed to say that i was once a
kAwaII neHxx. HURHUR. yes you know. peer pressure and all. snorts.
but when i cringe i knew that my entries back then were
more heartfelt and
sincere than it is now. these recent entries feel
detached. and
impersonal. i could relate to the stupid things i did back then. i can feel my
relentless joy and
deep disappointment at events come and gone. twenty thirty years down the road. i'd probably feel that my earliest entries were more relate-able and easier to recall than my entries in my emofied era :D which is err. now.
yes. sad.
and it brings me to the point that many words are
terribly overrated. it has been used so often that its real meaning and its significance has been lost along the way. examples you ask? how abt LOVE? EMO? GIRLFRIEND? BABY? DEAR? and all the other lovely mushy nonsense that friends call each other these days? not that im
not guilty of it. BUT. you know what i mean :D heck. even OVERRATED is
ovverrated. i have
stopped reading blogs.
because it shortens my lifespan so. the selected few are the ones DEFINITELY worth reading. a few are there because. BLUSH. they're my friends. hurhur. some are so terribly..
earnest that you'd know at once it takes a lot of effort to produce that little half page entry that is their
pride and joy. they are neat. yes. but so..
earnest. hahaha. i dont knw how else to put it. the way i write is the way i speak.
messy. vulgar and all over the place. people should write the way they speak.
i miss my family.btw i wrote this entry with a thesaurus. HURHURHUR :D
1 day left. HURHUR. nth left to count (:
HAPPY FORTY-FOURTH DADDY! (: LOVELOVE. I'LL ALWAYS BE YOUR DARLING LITTLE GIRL. HURHUR. HOPE YOU LIKED THE CAKE :DHAPPY EIGHTEENTH TO YEE AUNG! (: ENJOY EIGHTEENHOOD! ITS A HELL LOT BETTER THAN ANY OTHER AGE. HEHE :P
riahh ranted at
10:41:00 PM
