The coolest girls' night out ever!!! i got $70 from victor and i spent a full $40 on food alone! yum yum!!

hokai.

Meet our latest new uber-kawaii anime superhero, Chumomo the Vacuum Cleaner Mega-Honeystars Warrior! Join Chumomo as she goes forth to annihilate the disgusting dust and dead insects from the face of the earth with her beloved vacuum cleaner, affectionately known as Kodomut. Chumomo absolutely abhors dust and insects and when they come into her way, she will whip out Kodomut and yell, "Mega-Honeystars Power to Kodomut's Sucker!" or whatever lah.

Name: Chumomo
Age: 4
Location: Lives in a high-class apartment with her damn sexy bishoujou older sister Nanasae.
School: Hokey-Pokey Kindergarten School

Name: Nanasae
Age: 24
Location: High-class apartment
Occupation: Movie star, movie sta-a-a-ar

Name: Kodomut
Age: Created when the Universe was born
Story: Was a birthday present from Nanasae to Chumomo, bought from Toys 'r' Us. Gives Chumomo the Mega-Honeystars Power to suck the dust and insects.

hokai.

me del and zcb were walking home when del saw a girl doubled over with pain. we went over to kaypoh but the girl screamed at us to go away. so we went away.

end of story.

if you have noticed, i absolutely hate spending money unless i'm spending it on food. even if i have to buy something extremely necessary, i feel like i'm wasting money. i don't see why some people don't bat a lash when they spend $100 on clothes and unnecessary entertainment. if you want to ask me out, bring me to a place with lots of good cheap food. or else i can cook and bring it over.

entertainment's in the brain, honey. you don't have to pay for it.

hokai.

so i have like a few more hours till geog elect paper. i hate geog elect. but i'm lucky i don't take pure geog. i mean, why learn about mountains and rocks that we're prolly not going to see in our whole lives? but well if you gotta do it, you gotta do it.

after the goddam os i'm going to grab all the junky romance novels and david eddings books i can find and read them all without distraction and panic. i'm only going to stop for meals and occasional computer usage (not that i can use it for long since me brother will be glued to it after his as). don't ask me to go out during the hols. i'll be at home reading and sleeping and watching super duper sumos.

these days i feel really shallow but i don't care. i think i'm turning emo. not that i listen to a lot of emocore or screamo (FYI i listen to folk and country rock and sappy emo-punk), but i'm starting to become really emotional.

i don't know what's happened to me. well if you know me, you know that i'm loud and crazy and imbecilic. but suddenly now i feel so tired. i don't want to amuse people anymore. i don't want people to know i exist. i'm getting scared of people too. i guess i'm like dad. afraid of change. afraid of new things.

when i'm in poly i don't think i want to be miss mad-hatter. i'm just going to blend into the crowd and watch the world go by. i think that will be safer. i just don't want to talk anymore. of course i'll still be the village idiot among my friends, but i guess i won't be making any new friends anymore.

i'm not depressed. in fact i feel very happy right now! depression is for attention-seeking losers.

i think i'll go to live in another country like india, far from my family.

i hate this place.

Dear Mom,
Mom, I know you'll think I'm potty,
But this time I've really found him.
Joe is what they call Midwestern.
Hard to tell you what that means
He is open, optimistic,
And makes ev'rything seem easy,
And what he likes to wear are bright red cowboy boots and jeans.
His idea of an evening is a picnic on the carpet.
I set out fried chicken and a bottle of Chablis.
He sells software and must travel,
so at home he likes relaxing,
And as we talk he runs his fingertips all over....(I'm not telling you this!)
Joe lives down in Greenwich Village
That's a trendy part of New York.
He shares a loft with an attorney
With the unlikely name of Dwight!
Says he'll get my green card,
Unless you and Dad are Cuban.
So if you haven't lied, Mom, I 'ought to be alright.

I have never felt like this,
For once I'm lost for words,
your smile has really thrown me.
This is not like me at all,
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me.
Now no matter where I am,
No matter what I do,
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song,
An unexpected song that only we are hearing.
I don't know what's going on,
Can't work it out at all.
Whatever made you choose me?
I just can't believe my eyes,
you look at me as though
you couldn't bear to lose me.
Now no matter where I am,
No matter what I do,
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song,
An unexpected song that only we are hearing.

i realise that i can never be a big girl. i'll always be the little girl, making mistakes and knowing peanuts. i will always fall for the wrong guy, say stupid things, do crazy things, wear idiotic clothes, try ugly hairstyles etc etc.

hate hate hate.

i wish i could be immune to the opposite sex, but as usual i will get attracted to wonderful mr. wrong who laughs at me and calls me a public nuisance behind my back.

yes i know what you're saying about me because you are so damn obvious (that's on purpose right?) but still i'm stupid enough to overlook that and fall hopelessly in love with you. because one day you're gonna get struck by lightning and i'll be the only one around and you have to come to me for help and by god i'll show you what i can really help you with. i will cut you up into little pieces and throw you to the dogs before screaming how much i love you and i hate you and i really want to rip your manhood to shreds for you to feel what kind of pain you're causing me right now.

what i really want is for you to say hello to me.

ok enough of boy #1. go on to boy #2.

what the fuck do you think i am? do you think it's funny to call me names like that? i've forgiven the fact that you suddenly decided to take a hike and not come back, but to have YOUR asshole friends to call me all sorts of degrading things is unacceptable. i'm past the point of caring what had happened to me and you anyway. i just care about me.

and i still care about you, in a way.

now boy #3.

i'm flattered that you're so nice to me, but can't you see that we're totally mismatched? can't you see that i'm such a two-faced piece of baggage that deserves a good spanking and a billion dollars? you'll grow tired of trying to read my mind, trying to understand my jokes and trying to tell me to act like a girl, so please, wake up and find another girl that responds to your courting. before you turn around and call me names like all those before you.

now to all the fucking apes in the world.

boys suck and they talk rot because all that's inside is rotten anyway.

ok ok i admit! i'm shallow! i'm not like what all you people think!

WHAT I REALLY WANT IS FOR YOU TO JUST SAY HELLO TO ME!!!!

fuck you man. really, fuck you.

you know what's my GREATEST ambition? to be miss universe!!!

however to be miss universe i have to be beautiful and slim, two things that i'm not. and it will be a total scream if the people i know see me wearing a bathing suit and strutting my pot belly on international TV. haha!!

but well, it won't hurt to dream a bit.

let's see, to be miss universe i have to:

1) Lots of plastic surgery.
2) braces.
3) lots of $$$.
4) liposuction.
5) walk gracefully.
6) talk without swearing every 3 words.

that's it. i don't want to be miss universe anymore!!!

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anyway off the subject. i plucked off half my eyebrows this afternoon and cried three buckets of tears because of the sheer pain and stupidity on my part.

i need a job. i fucked up my prelims and now i've got a three-month-long vacation full of dirty looks and household chores. i need a job very badly.

i'm too ugly to be a barmaid or a bartop dancer.

i'm too honest to be a salesgirl.

i'm too slow to be a cashier in macdonalds.

i'm too dangerous to be a kindergarten teacher.

i'm too unhygienic to be a toilet cleaner.

i'm too clumsy to be a waitress.

i need a job. but no one wants to hire me!!!!

something v funny. derrick asked delphine to tell me to remove his name from my blog. what?! like as if i said something bad about him. derrick you're being oversensitive. but even if it ruins your reputation that i was your ex-girlfriend, i still won't remove your name because this is MY blog and i can say ANYTHING i want on it.

besides i've already said sorry when we broke up, so it's over between us. man....you've got another girl after me anyway, why still so sensitive when i talk about you?

Headache! It hurts to even do simple things like chew on a frozen chocolate cake.

I am officially afraid of the dark. Why? Because I was stupid enough to play the ouija board. After that hair-raising experience I am now paranoid that spirits are following me. I sleep with the lights on. Last night I turned off the lights and was dropping off to dreamland when BUMP! went my study desk. I nearly jumped out of my clothes. I spent two minutes trying to convince myself that it was just my desk contracting, then I heard a distinct click-click-click. It was near me. I jumped out of bed and turned on the lights and the Thing vapourised! So I decided to study geography until I nodded off.

Have to stop blogging. Have to start A Maths.

Say! I feel most lucky, being so happy and normal and ordinary. I can scoff at people who moan about themselves all day long because that's not what I'm gonna do, no sirree! I'm great, I'm talented and best of all, EVERYBODY LIKES ME!

Okay now don't spoil this moment for me. I'm trying my best to kid myself into that mode. At least I'm not like some people who are dying to be different and end up being mainstream, or other people who are forever drowning in self-pity and angst. Let me count my blessings. I've got my imagination. I've got my pencils and paper. I've got my piano. I've got my movie collection. I've got my pillow and blankie. I've got my stuffed toys. I've got a wonderful brother. See? I've so lucky and priveleged!

I AM CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS! I'M FASTER THAN A SPEEDING WAISTBAND!
TRA-LA-LAAA!!!

I can safely presume that I'm the most sane, down-to-earth and ordinary girl in the world. I used to think that it would be cool to be different, but now I realise that it's far more satisfying to be normal. Being normal gives you a hold over the people who want to be different. You can look down on them and sniff and say, "What poor downtrodden creatures!"

So anyway I've not given up on my ambition to be a musical actress and go on Broadway. You know there is a fantastically wide difference being a singer and a musical West End/Broadway actress don't you? I want to be the next Lea Salonga, but unlike me she has supportive parents.

However that's just a crazy ambition since nobody likes seeing me onstage. Remember my Phantom of the Opera fiasco? Everybody could see my five-inch platform boots under my gown and realise I'm not as tall as I ought to be. Ha, ha. My first performance as young Cossette when I was 9 was a flop too, because then I didn't know how to sweep the floor. So I just paraded up and down dragging a broom as tall as I am behind me.

But that's all over now.

I don't understand people at all. They do the most outrageous things, things that can kill them, things that they don't like and yet they refuse to stop doing them. The saddest part is that they think it's such a big deal to them. Like it's their life or something.

And while people go out to get themselves killed, I'll sit quietly before the monitor ogling over personal ads. It's much more of life than what they call 'life'. Some people get embroiled in the underground scene. Some do drugs. Some get pregnant, get diseased. Some, especially some, turn to being call girls, bar maids etc. Some even get landed in jail or rehab. I know these people. I could've been one of those people. You'd never know.

But I'm sane. I know what life means. I know of past suffering and future joy. You can say I've got sense in my somewhat empty head. I don't do crazy things just to prove myself. I don't date older men and sell my body just to get extra pocket money, like M. I don't hang out in bars just to be grown-up, like E. I don't get entangled with gangs like B, W and D. I don't do drugs and drinks like so many people I know. I'm glad that N is finally turning over a new leaf after getting out of jail. He's got sense too.

Why don't I do these things? Because I've seen my fresh innocent girlfriends turn old and hard and trashy. I've seen guyfriends trying too hard to prove themselves, sometimes paying the ultimate sacrifice. I'm the typical mollycoddled, pampered and protected little missy, but the hell am I innocent. I've seen a lot, and I am to keep seeing things for the rest of my life.

But I'm content with my lot. That makes a difference. Expect less, and you'll receive a lot more.

P.S. Don't bother asking me about this. This is all you're gonna know about my negative side.

The day started off unimpressive enough. Woke at nine, had Lo Mai Kai and a cup of chicken Bovril for breakfast. And a Kit-Kat bar. Then used the com to type one chapter of one of my fantasy story. While typing I had writer's block and went out to clean bicycle. FYI: it stinks. When bicycle is clean, I went back to com and turned it off. Dad cooked his Save the World vegetarian soup noodles. It's real simple. Get a huge pot, dump three packets of instant noodles into it along with all the leftovers of the past week, including the old frozen rice. Bring it to boil. It is now ready to eat.

I spent the later half of my day clearing my room and ironing my clothes and reorganizing my aromatherapy drawer. Then I studied the Genotype section of Biology, before reading a bit of fiction. Aunt Iris and Uncle Jason came over. Aunt Iris gave a bunch of good but useless advice on ironing clothes. They left after about 20 minutes. I went back to my life. Mom returned from her trip in Thailand and got a bunch of goodies. She gave me 30 candles to add to my aromatherapy drawer. Also two new handbags and a black silk sarong which will prolly become my prom outfit.

We had decent food for dinner. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Mom was telling us about the movie Finding Nemo (she said Finding Meno) she watched on the plane. I had to correct her retelling, it's got lots of boo-boos.

Speaking of movies, I want to watch Daddy Day Care. I think people who watch teenybopper movies like Lizzie McGuire and Twins Effect are losers, because there ain't no morals in teenybopper movies. Besides, Twins Effect sounds like the typical Hong Kong translation of Buffy. When Hong Kong movies start to Westernize, you know it ain't good. What happened to the good old movies of Tony Leung Ka Fai and Leslie Cheung?

Anyway the best part of the day was Mom gave me a digital camera. It's old and low-tech but it's good.