Wednesday, September 27, 2006
[continued]
moving on. i think it's the quotable-quotes-galore season. or maybe it's just me. either way, it seems like every other line i see in Endless Dark's story, Discontent seems to bethe perfect quote. not that there's one but that would be a story for another day. if found this one extremely laughable. literally. it describes how the female protagonist, whose life is a crapy shit of shit [at the moment] is being hugged by her [grotesquely insipid and inconsiderate] mother. -she squeezed me like a bottle of ketchup- followed by -oh what a
lovely metaphor.--
funny isn't it. and here's one i found a few weeks back: the person who said 'nothing is impossible' never tried slamming a revolving door.
i love that one.
and there're these really witty display names like [this one's from ahteo3000]: light travels faster than sound, which is why people look smart, until they speak.
i love her, she never seems to run out of display-names-that-make-you-laugh-raucously. seriously.
and here's another one [danielngrs]: everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film.
funny eh. some people just get all the humour.
moving on. yet again.
today i went swimming, and when i came home, i fond my mother all dressed up [which really just means she bothered to choose her clothes] in a RED cheongsam [albeit a really fugly one] and wearing lipstick [which she never does, unless it's a gala. like the one she's disappeared to: she still isn't back]. honestly, she should go shopping for dresses or at least wedding-wearable clothes. my mom's a workaholic, which is so much more than i can say for my father. she's a great mother and i love her a lot. so the first thing i do when i get my pay check is to splurge with her; on her. i'm such a lovely daughter. i dont' think i want to blog about my father, he isn't horrible, but compared to my mother he's just... very... bad. i have no other adjective to describe him.
i shall depart this wearisome topic.
don't think i have anymore to say/blog.
whelps, it has been nice.
6:20 AM
yours-truly is back. yes, thank heavens she is [no, reallly, i REALLY AM GRATEFUL. i don't like SWEARING (which i wasn't) in the name of my beloved God, you know.] Now, hopefully all the mosquitoes that are about to [or have already] go/gone into labour will buzz off this stagnating blog.
i have absolutely no idea what inspired me to just type something. probably the inane amounts of time i spend stoning infront of my desktop. i think i'm going mad. no, i already AM mad. ah, that settles it.
i've been wondering. what the hell's up with my recent splurging? i've recently purchased this [REALLY CUTE] Jack skellington pouch online. But now that i look at things, i don't even need it. i haven't even mailed the money to the seller yet, and she's chasing my for payment. bloody hell. we've arranged to meet tomorrow at yishun mrt. oh what the hell.
and i'm feeling so incredibly guilty now, i've decided to BLOG! it's phenomenal [ i think i've made a spelling error. but you know what i mean.], really. something that's fished me out of the murky [stony, rather] depths of my crappy life, and ordered me to blog. it's never happened before. all those times i've blogged were out of routine, which i eventually fell out of. which isn't very surprisingly, really, considering i'm suffering from mild ADD. meaning: attention defecit [yet, another spelling error i'm too lazy to rectify, yet am typing so many more words to warn/tell people i've actually made a mistake. stupid, really.] back to the point. i hope the whole ebay-seller thingamabob will keep the nasty buggers [meaning mosquitoes] off my rotting blog [hmm. then it'd be maggots/flies wouldn't it? owell.]
i'm reading fictionpress again, found some nice new stories, and swish was updated. the bloody author had the audacity to ambiguouify it's non-existent [yet anyway] ending! what the hell! kalya's a fan of the story, and she's been asking for more. i couldn't find anymore for her. she just mentioned that von [ another classmate of ours] was reading too much fiction. but the appaling thing was, [i think] it helped her with her CHINESE COMPOSITION! strange, really, because all the stories she read/reads are in english. but that isn't the point. her teacher even requested her to finish it quick. i think it was about some stalker incident. a budding author: i'm so proud of myself. no prize for guessing correctly, but who do you think introduced her to the wonderful world or fiction? well, none other than yours-truly. obviously.
kudos to von for her stalker-ish story. love ya lots.
moving on. i think it's the quotable-quotes-galore season. or maybe it's just me. either way, it seems like every other line i see in Endless Dark's story, Discontent seems to bethe perfect quote. not that there's one but that would be a story for another day. if found this one extremely laughable. literally. it describes how the female protagonist, whose life is a crapy shit of shit [at the moment] is being hugged by her [grotesquely insipid and inconsiderate] mother. -she squeezed me like a bottle of ketchup- followed by -oh what a
lovely metaphor.--
funny isn't it. and here's one i found a few weeks back: the person who said 'nothing is impossible' never tried slamming a revolving door.
i love that one.
and there're these really witty display names like [this one's from ahteo3000]: light travels faster than sound, which is why people look smart, until they speak.
i love her, she never seems to run out of display-names-that-make-you-laugh-raucously. seriously.
and here's another one [danielngrs]: everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film.
funny eh. some people just get all the humour.
moving on. yet again.
today i went swimming, and when i came home, i fond my mother all dressed up [which really just means she bothered to choose her clothes] in a RED cheongsam [albeit a really fugly one] and wearing lipstick [which she never does, unless it's a gala. like the one she's disappeared to: she still isn't back]. honestly, she should go shopping for dresses or at least wedding-wearable clothes. my mom's a workaholic, which is so much more than i can say for my father. she's a great mother and i love her a lot. so the first thing i do when i get my pay check is to splurge with her; on her. i'm such a lovely daughter. i dont' think i want to blog about my father, he isn't horrible, but compared to my mother he's just... very... bad. i have no other adjective to describe him.
i shall depart this wearisome topic.
don't think i have anymore to say/blog.
whelps, it has been nice.
5:38 AM
