Monday, September 29, 2003
woe is me...Â
what a weird heading. i just felt like saying that.
(my brother just asked me if i was doing my work. yay, i just told him the truth! uh... right.)
but really, if i want to apply that stupid line to my sad life right now, that probably would explain my deadnessity (due to the upcoming exams), overconsumption of chocolate and ice cream (due to the upcoming exams), strange moods (due to the upcoming exams), and social studies book right next to me (due to the upcoming exams).
is it just me, or is there a pattern here?
(ahem)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/29/2003 06:06:00 PM
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(my brother just asked me if i was doing my work. yay, i just told him the truth! uh... right.)
but really, if i want to apply that stupid line to my sad life right now, that probably would explain my deadnessity (due to the upcoming exams), overconsumption of chocolate and ice cream (due to the upcoming exams), strange moods (due to the upcoming exams), and social studies book right next to me (due to the upcoming exams).
is it just me, or is there a pattern here?
(ahem) written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/29/2003 06:06:00 PMSunday, September 28, 2003
Do I Really Want To Be An Age I'm Not Supposed To Be?Â
My inner child is sixteen years old!
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla
(and no, this isn't Ruth's Quizzy Revolution Which Resulted In The Demise Of Her Old Neglected Blog.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/28/2003 04:19:00 PMSaturday, September 27, 2003
poser of the lousy music industryÂ
i'm utterly disgusted. (example of my face expression: 
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what a lousy rip off of No Doubt's ex-girlfriend song! (disgusteddisgusteddisgusted) if you've heard the freaky friday soundtrack, you'd know what i mean. there's this 'model' called 'ashlee simpson' (sorry to any ashlEEs out there, but that name is just weird.) and she's awful. her 'song' sounds so much like that ex-girlfriend one. but she just tries too hard. nastynastynasty. i'm wasting internet space! woo hoo!! well, it's worth it telling all of you reading this (if you even do) that she's nasty. NASTY. ok, i think you get the point. bye bye!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/27/2003 10:03:00 PM
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what a lousy rip off of No Doubt's ex-girlfriend song! (disgusteddisgusteddisgusted) if you've heard the freaky friday soundtrack, you'd know what i mean. there's this 'model' called 'ashlee simpson' (sorry to any ashlEEs out there, but that name is just weird.) and she's awful. her 'song' sounds so much like that ex-girlfriend one. but she just tries too hard. nastynastynasty. i'm wasting internet space! woo hoo!! well, it's worth it telling all of you reading this (if you even do) that she's nasty. NASTY. ok, i think you get the point. bye bye!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/27/2003 10:03:00 PMFriday, September 26, 2003
inconsistencyÂ
is it just a girl thing, or is it really true that guys are very (ahem) inconsistent in typing junk in their sitey things? and if somehow, my mom ever finds this site, here's a message for you:
HI MOM!!! I did not go gallivanting today.
Bye!
Lots and lots of love,
Your doting daughter.
Well, ewww. anyway it's meg's turn now!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/26/2003 07:24:00 PM
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HI MOM!!! I did not go gallivanting today.
Bye!
Lots and lots of love,
Your doting daughter.
Well, ewww. anyway it's meg's turn now!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/26/2003 07:24:00 PMThursday, September 25, 2003
such festivity! this calls for a (sigh) celebration!Â
it's a birthday today! isn't that just exciting? ha, ha, ha! ok. i'm kidding. there really is a birthday today. i'm just feeling very reluctant to say... oh, forget it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMTAMTEMTUMTOM!
(but it's only because it's reminding me of my art project which- ahem -is due next wednesday. i refuse to do a birthday piece.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2003 03:59:00 PM
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMTAMTEMTUMTOM!
(but it's only because it's reminding me of my art project which- ahem -is due next wednesday. i refuse to do a birthday piece.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2003 03:59:00 PMThe Anti-Pop-Up MovementÂ
I'm sure I'm not the only person in this world who thinks pop-ups are evil. They pop-up in one place (hyphenating pop-up is annoying. I'm going to stop.) and clever sneaky things, move to another area on the computer screen. But, by then, I would have clicked on the red 'X' button (nothing nasty guys, it's the thing to click to close the window) and it would be too late, I would have closed some other window instead.
Stupid pop ups.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2003 03:56:00 PM
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Stupid pop ups.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2003 03:56:00 PMWednesday, September 24, 2003
celebrationÂ
HELP! help. HELP ME!!! ANYONE!!! thanks to my severe lack of creativity (in more ways than one at the moment), i have absolutely no clue how to 'interpret' that stupid theme without sounding so annoyingly cliched. help? help? HELP????? mail me! put a comment! sign the guestbook! my paper's due next wednesday.
HELP!!!
ok, so i'm getting desperate... my mom had such a brilliant suggestion. something to do with the chocolate tin (ha, aptly named 'celebration'). no, i refuse to paint a chocolate tin. besides, my bimboistic art teacher wouldn't understand it, anyway. :-(
-redundantly uncreative ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/24/2003 07:21:00 PM
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HELP!!!
ok, so i'm getting desperate... my mom had such a brilliant suggestion. something to do with the chocolate tin (ha, aptly named 'celebration'). no, i refuse to paint a chocolate tin. besides, my bimboistic art teacher wouldn't understand it, anyway. :-(
-redundantly uncreative ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/24/2003 07:21:00 PMTuesday, September 23, 2003
well, ewww.Â
my dear mom is watching First Touch.
ewww.
(need i say anymore?) (it just got worse. i can hear this lady getting contractions... ooh, nasty.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 08:06:00 PM
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ewww.
(need i say anymore?) (it just got worse. i can hear this lady getting contractions... ooh, nasty.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 08:06:00 PMsay,Â
there's something about guys named Timothy and attempting blogs, no? this is becoming a phenomena.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 08:03:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 08:03:00 PMThe Worst (really) Essay I Have WrittenÂ
- and don't ask me who Jimmy is. I don't know. All right, here goes nothing to wasting space on the internet...
Are rich children always happier than those who come from poorer families?
It has become a cliché to say that wealthy children lead happier lives than those who come from families less well-off. As much as I would like to say that it is true that some rich children bask in the glory of their wealth through flaunting their materialism, it certainly can be contradicted by the other side of the story.
There are many factors that affect the answers to this controversial question. Just to name one, how much time does the child spend with his/her parent? Let’s say there is a boy named Jimmy. He has (too much) money and can buy anything he desires for a seven-year-old. The only thing he cannot buy is his parents’ undivided love and attention. All he has for a companion is a Nanny. A paid friend. He wants friends, he wants people to like him for who he is, not just because he has the latest special edition Super Soaker -a seven-year-old boy’s dream- and has many toy trucks and Lego. How hard will it be for him to find someone who will look past the materialism? Even in a seven-year-old’s mindset, I’d say very. His parents argue that his behaviour has nothing to do with them. They say they work so hard to maintain their lavish lifestyle. Naturally, his young mother would say with a flick of her manicured hand, they have their ‘prior commitments’, and of course little Jimmy should be content with the wonderful Super Soaker they bought him for his birthday. She then adds that he has the enjoyable company of Lucy, the Nanny they hired. His parents may think that all children his age want toys, toys, and more toys. Perhaps they didn’t think so far down the road, of long-term consequences. They’d find out in a decade’s time. There will be a distinct distance between the boy and his parents. Happiness stems from being loved from the heart, not just from material things.
Granted, that isn’t the only scenario of a child born into a well-to-do family (it’s not like he asked to be), but more often than not I see the same picture when I go out. The parents are nowhere in sight, and the poor child is learning from the Nanny, being so dependent on her as if she were his security blanket. I would say that there isn’t an ultimatum towards the real happiness of a wealthy child, but sometimes being brought up in that particular sheltered environment and being spoilt and babied the whole way, would the child survive without the money?
On the other hand, it isn’t completely right to say that poorer people are, indeed, happier. They too will have their share of discontent, or being neglected by their parents all the same. This is subjective, depending on how well the child is well-adjusted to his/her environment.
I have friends who are well-off. Honestly, they can get over the top with stories of places they have been to, or what they got for their birthday, but in the end, they’re lovely people who were born into wealth, like I mentioned earlier. They have learnt not to flaunt their status, however. I’d say that they aren’t just happy, they’re content - in more ways than one, of course. I’m not rich, neither am I poor. I reckon it is just a matter of being satisfied with whatever you have. Another cliché, but concerning this question, I think it is most relevant. It isn’t a matter of being discontent with the lifestyle, rich or poor, it has more to do with parental love than anything.
To answer the question properly is tough. I am not in a position to say who, or who isn’t happy. However, what I can justify now is that no, it isn’t a given situation for a rich child to be happier than a poorer one. A child not so well-off may get the same attention from his/her parents. Being taught principles is always key for growing children, for them to learn how to see past the big stash in their banks, or to learn how to accept it and make the most of it.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 07:55:00 PM
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Are rich children always happier than those who come from poorer families?
It has become a cliché to say that wealthy children lead happier lives than those who come from families less well-off. As much as I would like to say that it is true that some rich children bask in the glory of their wealth through flaunting their materialism, it certainly can be contradicted by the other side of the story.
There are many factors that affect the answers to this controversial question. Just to name one, how much time does the child spend with his/her parent? Let’s say there is a boy named Jimmy. He has (too much) money and can buy anything he desires for a seven-year-old. The only thing he cannot buy is his parents’ undivided love and attention. All he has for a companion is a Nanny. A paid friend. He wants friends, he wants people to like him for who he is, not just because he has the latest special edition Super Soaker -a seven-year-old boy’s dream- and has many toy trucks and Lego. How hard will it be for him to find someone who will look past the materialism? Even in a seven-year-old’s mindset, I’d say very. His parents argue that his behaviour has nothing to do with them. They say they work so hard to maintain their lavish lifestyle. Naturally, his young mother would say with a flick of her manicured hand, they have their ‘prior commitments’, and of course little Jimmy should be content with the wonderful Super Soaker they bought him for his birthday. She then adds that he has the enjoyable company of Lucy, the Nanny they hired. His parents may think that all children his age want toys, toys, and more toys. Perhaps they didn’t think so far down the road, of long-term consequences. They’d find out in a decade’s time. There will be a distinct distance between the boy and his parents. Happiness stems from being loved from the heart, not just from material things.
Granted, that isn’t the only scenario of a child born into a well-to-do family (it’s not like he asked to be), but more often than not I see the same picture when I go out. The parents are nowhere in sight, and the poor child is learning from the Nanny, being so dependent on her as if she were his security blanket. I would say that there isn’t an ultimatum towards the real happiness of a wealthy child, but sometimes being brought up in that particular sheltered environment and being spoilt and babied the whole way, would the child survive without the money?
On the other hand, it isn’t completely right to say that poorer people are, indeed, happier. They too will have their share of discontent, or being neglected by their parents all the same. This is subjective, depending on how well the child is well-adjusted to his/her environment.
I have friends who are well-off. Honestly, they can get over the top with stories of places they have been to, or what they got for their birthday, but in the end, they’re lovely people who were born into wealth, like I mentioned earlier. They have learnt not to flaunt their status, however. I’d say that they aren’t just happy, they’re content - in more ways than one, of course. I’m not rich, neither am I poor. I reckon it is just a matter of being satisfied with whatever you have. Another cliché, but concerning this question, I think it is most relevant. It isn’t a matter of being discontent with the lifestyle, rich or poor, it has more to do with parental love than anything.
To answer the question properly is tough. I am not in a position to say who, or who isn’t happy. However, what I can justify now is that no, it isn’t a given situation for a rich child to be happier than a poorer one. A child not so well-off may get the same attention from his/her parents. Being taught principles is always key for growing children, for them to learn how to see past the big stash in their banks, or to learn how to accept it and make the most of it.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 07:55:00 PMI WILL MURDER WHOEVER CREATED APPLEWORKSÂ
OK, THAT'S HARSH, BUT THE STUPID COMPUTER FROZE ON ME AND I HAD ALREADY TYPED OUT A WHOLE LOT OF MY STINKING ESSAY AND IT HAD TO HANG ON ME JUST BEFORE I COULD SAVE IT!!!!!!!!!
AJSHAT;EIHTA;OHF;SDKFANJ;ERJ;EFLJ;SV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, SO I RESTARTED THE COMPUTER. BUT NOT AFTER DAMAGING MY MOM'S EARDRUMS BY YELLING AIMLESSLY AT THE FISHES AND BLAMING THEM FOR NOTHING (THEY'RE JUST FISHES AND I WAS JUST MAD) (STILL AM MAD) AND POUNDING THE COUNTER AND BEGGING MY MOM TO MAKE THE STUPID, STUPID, STUPID FILE COME BACK. OF COURSE, IN THE HIGH TECHIE COM-POO-TAH WORLD, WHEN DEAR COMPUTER HANGS, DAHLING, IT WON'T SAVE IT! GRRRRR.....
- extremely peeved and moody ruth
AND ALL OF YOU DON'T YOU DARE SING MOOD RINGS TO ME!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 06:12:00 PM
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AJSHAT;EIHTA;OHF;SDKFANJ;ERJ;EFLJ;SV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, SO I RESTARTED THE COMPUTER. BUT NOT AFTER DAMAGING MY MOM'S EARDRUMS BY YELLING AIMLESSLY AT THE FISHES AND BLAMING THEM FOR NOTHING (THEY'RE JUST FISHES AND I WAS JUST MAD) (STILL AM MAD) AND POUNDING THE COUNTER AND BEGGING MY MOM TO MAKE THE STUPID, STUPID, STUPID FILE COME BACK. OF COURSE, IN THE HIGH TECHIE COM-POO-TAH WORLD, WHEN DEAR COMPUTER HANGS, DAHLING, IT WON'T SAVE IT! GRRRRR.....
- extremely peeved and moody ruth
AND ALL OF YOU DON'T YOU DARE SING MOOD RINGS TO ME!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 06:12:00 PMStranded EverywhereÂ
Has anyone in this weird world realised that Plumb's Stranded and Michelle Branch's Everywhere sound so similar I nearly choked on my chocolate? No, not the Ruth-choked-on-her-chocolate bit, I meant the strange unoriginality coursing through the veins of this Muzak business. But anyway I'll finish my chocolate (wow!) and composition (amazing!) right now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 05:22:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 05:22:00 PM1. Are rich children always happier than those who come from poorer families?Â
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!!!
Right. Attempt 1:
It has become a cliche to say that wealthy children lead happier lives than those who come from families less well-off. As much as I would like to say that it is true that some rich children bask in the glory of their wealth through flaunting their materialism, it certainly can be justified by the other side of the story.
blah, blah, blah. How am I supposed to know? I'm not a rich kid. I'm happy. Any rich kids reading this care to HELP?
Kidding. Better go attempt to finish it up. Ta ta!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 04:56:00 PM
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Right. Attempt 1:
It has become a cliche to say that wealthy children lead happier lives than those who come from families less well-off. As much as I would like to say that it is true that some rich children bask in the glory of their wealth through flaunting their materialism, it certainly can be justified by the other side of the story.
blah, blah, blah. How am I supposed to know? I'm not a rich kid. I'm happy. Any rich kids reading this care to HELP?
Kidding. Better go attempt to finish it up. Ta ta!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/23/2003 04:56:00 PMMonday, September 22, 2003
whoaÂ
oh my word. there's a massive car pile-up outside my window. well, sort of, considering my mom drew the curtains and opened the windows and i'm right next to the highway... there's smoke coming out from the bonnet of some cab and that noise wasn't pleasant at all. whoa. that's scary. there are.. wait let me count... ok forget it it's too dark but anyway there's a huge line of cars and well... i hope the random people in there are alright, if that helps. (not like it will but oh well, it's always nicer to say that)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2003 07:29:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2003 07:29:00 PMmusic to my earsÂ
the joy and rapture that encompasses me when i hear my brother cut his toenails...
that was nasty. and what is with his toenails, anyway? he's been at it for fifteen minutes already. i took one to cut mine last night. at twelve thirty. maybe he's just enjoying every excruciating second of his freshly-cut toenails.
sorry, this post is nasty and yucky. (ha, same thing. longwinded ruth strikes again!)
heeeey, what's this song? OH! oh! The W's Alarm Clock! ah! i haven't heard that in a long time. i think i got sick of it. speaking of a sick-of-it thing, i'm still on my mom and dad's scary computer account because as much as the thing is screwed, it's even harder to fix it. well, at least that's what reuben-the-toenail-cutter-extraordinaire said last night.
wow, he's done. i'm so proud of him!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2003 05:53:00 PM
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that was nasty. and what is with his toenails, anyway? he's been at it for fifteen minutes already. i took one to cut mine last night. at twelve thirty. maybe he's just enjoying every excruciating second of his freshly-cut toenails.
sorry, this post is nasty and yucky. (ha, same thing. longwinded ruth strikes again!)
heeeey, what's this song? OH! oh! The W's Alarm Clock! ah! i haven't heard that in a long time. i think i got sick of it. speaking of a sick-of-it thing, i'm still on my mom and dad's scary computer account because as much as the thing is screwed, it's even harder to fix it. well, at least that's what reuben-the-toenail-cutter-extraordinaire said last night.
wow, he's done. i'm so proud of him!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2003 05:53:00 PMFriday, September 19, 2003
"He hit on you! He was hitting on you!"Â
What kind of english is that, Meg? Huh? What do you mean by that? Contemplating the fundamentals of "hitting on" is very nerve-wracking, you know. That statement could either mean:
a) He hit you! (now that would hurt)
or
b) ... I don't know. It doesn't make sense.
Oh, the joys of colloquial terms these days.
I say, DFS sure is a great place to talk to strangers! But anyway. If you're wondering what my thing is with strangers today, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I realised that people are getting weirder and weirder everyday. Hour. Minute. Second. Uh... Nanosecond? (Wow, I typed all my words as properly as I could!)
Actually, I think the reason why I'm saying this redundant and utterly useless stuff (did you know that the word 'stuff' is not a proper word? Ha, I'm a rebel! ...ha, ha.) is because of horrible and nasty bus rides that make you sit and think about why people are so weird. I'll shut up now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/19/2003 09:59:00 PM
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a) He hit you! (now that would hurt)
or
b) ... I don't know. It doesn't make sense.
Oh, the joys of colloquial terms these days.
I say, DFS sure is a great place to talk to strangers! But anyway. If you're wondering what my thing is with strangers today, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I realised that people are getting weirder and weirder everyday. Hour. Minute. Second. Uh... Nanosecond? (Wow, I typed all my words as properly as I could!)
Actually, I think the reason why I'm saying this redundant and utterly useless stuff (did you know that the word 'stuff' is not a proper word? Ha, I'm a rebel! ...ha, ha.) is because of horrible and nasty bus rides that make you sit and think about why people are so weird. I'll shut up now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/19/2003 09:59:00 PMTuesday, September 16, 2003
accountability shmaccountabilityÂ
my account on this lovely computer is completely redundant as i still can't log in, so i'm on my mom and dad's scary account (yes, the files are still there). i'm waiting very patiently for my dinner to come. yes yes. mom called and (how nice of her) offered to buy dinner home for me. poor me, who is surviving on honey bunches as a snack. hey, when you're hungry and you're desperate, honey bunches in the evening are really good.
i think i'm getting sick of that font colour, but i'm too lazy to find out another html name.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/16/2003 07:02:00 PM
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i think i'm getting sick of that font colour, but i'm too lazy to find out another html name.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/16/2003 07:02:00 PMMonday, September 15, 2003
shhh... bj's got a secret...Â
maybe it really was his female persona shining through, meg. remember, he she uh... it signed off as Betty John. so i suppose it was just playing it's role as a female very, very well.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2003 09:54:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2003 09:54:00 PMsensibility lost on meÂ
New Found Glory really should try to come up with songs that make sense. Unless they're aiming for the double effect, which will explain why the title (and theme) of the song could either be:
a) My Friend's Over You
or
b) My Friends Over You
or maybe I'm just making my own life difficult and confusing myself. And what was Timothy doing on that... uh... fivesecondflashed picture on Tim's site? Why was he smiling and looking very happy next to the toilet bowl?
-perplexed ruth (who can't even log in into her own account on the computer, and instead has to make do with going into my parent's with all the important files that she nearly deleted by accident on the desktop)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2003 09:48:00 PM
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a) My Friend's Over You
or
b) My Friends Over You
or maybe I'm just making my own life difficult and confusing myself. And what was Timothy doing on that... uh... fivesecondflashed picture on Tim's site? Why was he smiling and looking very happy next to the toilet bowl?
-perplexed ruth (who can't even log in into her own account on the computer, and instead has to make do with going into my parent's with all the important files that she nearly deleted by accident on the desktop)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2003 09:48:00 PMThe Perks of Being Home Alone:Â
Let's see...
1. None.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2003 06:59:00 PM
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1. None.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2003 06:59:00 PMSunday, September 14, 2003
lyle is so kindlyÂ
i made victoria (not that she objected or anything, but i'm just trying to get the effect) sit in front (ok, ok, not in front, child activists out there reading this, it isn't totally in front, just.. near. yes.) of the telly to watch lyle the kindly viking. wait! it's larry's high silk hat! i'm very watching this. (ha! great english!) ah, the life of Larry's Classy Songs :)
"One daaaay when he was waiting for the trolley
He had a hat
(My high silk hat)
somethingsomething
Now Mr. Art Begotti, whaddya think of that?"
oh i give up. i give this song FIVE STARS. really. ok that was stupid. (is it me, or do i sound like meg?) (kidding) yes. right. back to art. (oh, and the explanation as to why my last post was done more than an hour ago.. oh, never mind.) tata!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/14/2003 05:26:00 PM
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"One daaaay when he was waiting for the trolley
He had a hat
(My high silk hat)
somethingsomething
Now Mr. Art Begotti, whaddya think of that?"
oh i give up. i give this song FIVE STARS. really. ok that was stupid. (is it me, or do i sound like meg?) (kidding) yes. right. back to art. (oh, and the explanation as to why my last post was done more than an hour ago.. oh, never mind.) tata!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/14/2003 05:26:00 PMright.*Â
*note: pardon the overuse of 'right' in this post.
ugh. nasty. (i was black-marked by my fat teacher for having dirty white shoes so as my duty as a responsible student, it is my full obligation to make sure my white shoes are pristine.) wow meg you posted so many things! too lazy to read them.
my brother has kindly implemented a rule that i may only use the computer (uh oh victoria's sitting next to me) (she's moving the mouse! oh my word!) (right.) for an hour "during this period of time when you should be concentrating on your studies and not mindless things on the computer and such" (ok, VICTORIA, I GET THE POINT, STOP CLICKING THE MOUSE... right, she can't read yet. right.), so i'm only allowed on for an hour. of course, it's not like i want to listen to him, (RIGHT.), i think it's more of a 'ha, who says i can't have self-control???' thing. so anyway. i'm in my jammies! joy! rapture! ECSTACY! will the police come after me if they realise that someone, in singapore, has the word E-C-S-T-A-C-Y in their post? (victoria's three, by the way. and she's back. she just dragged a stool - that's pretty far down there...- to sit.. by my legs. ah.) oh well, whatever it is, i'll shut up and go and happily paint my darling fishes now.
- severely-anti-art ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/14/2003 04:02:00 PM
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ugh. nasty. (i was black-marked by my fat teacher for having dirty white shoes so as my duty as a responsible student, it is my full obligation to make sure my white shoes are pristine.) wow meg you posted so many things! too lazy to read them.
my brother has kindly implemented a rule that i may only use the computer (uh oh victoria's sitting next to me) (she's moving the mouse! oh my word!) (right.) for an hour "during this period of time when you should be concentrating on your studies and not mindless things on the computer and such" (ok, VICTORIA, I GET THE POINT, STOP CLICKING THE MOUSE... right, she can't read yet. right.), so i'm only allowed on for an hour. of course, it's not like i want to listen to him, (RIGHT.), i think it's more of a 'ha, who says i can't have self-control???' thing. so anyway. i'm in my jammies! joy! rapture! ECSTACY! will the police come after me if they realise that someone, in singapore, has the word E-C-S-T-A-C-Y in their post? (victoria's three, by the way. and she's back. she just dragged a stool - that's pretty far down there...- to sit.. by my legs. ah.) oh well, whatever it is, i'll shut up and go and happily paint my darling fishes now.
- severely-anti-art ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/14/2003 04:02:00 PMFriday, September 12, 2003
you knowÂ
that Five Iron Frenzy is veryveryvery good, but it's just scary how Reese Roper does a Tom Jones impression and succeeds.
It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
but when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry,
oh I wanna' die
It's not unusual to go out at any time
but when I see you out and about it's such a crime
if you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say
you find it happens all the time
love will never do what you want it to
why can't this crazy love be mine
It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
it's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
And what's with the song 'Oh Canada'? Such a happy song, but really.
Welcome to Canada, it's the Maple Leaf State.
Canada, oh Canada it's great!
The people are nice and they speak French too.
If you don't like it, man, you sniff glue.
The Great White North, their kilts are plaid, hosers take off, it's not half bad.
I want to be where the yaks can run free, where Royal Mounties can arrest me.
Let's go to Canada, let's leave today.
Canada, oh Canada, I si vous plait.
They've got trees, and mooses, and sled dogs, lots of lumber, and lumberjacks and logs!
We all think it's kind of a drag, that you have to go there to get milk in a bag.
They say "eh?" instead of "what?" or "duh?", that's the mighty power of Canada.
I want to be where the lemmings run into the sea, where the marmosets can attack me.
Please, please explain to me, how this all has come to be,
we forgot to mention something here.
Did we say that William Shatner is a native citizen?
And Slurpees made from venison, that's deer.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/12/2003 01:50:00 PM
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It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
but when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry,
oh I wanna' die
It's not unusual to go out at any time
but when I see you out and about it's such a crime
if you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say
you find it happens all the time
love will never do what you want it to
why can't this crazy love be mine
It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
it's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
And what's with the song 'Oh Canada'? Such a happy song, but really.
Welcome to Canada, it's the Maple Leaf State.
Canada, oh Canada it's great!
The people are nice and they speak French too.
If you don't like it, man, you sniff glue.
The Great White North, their kilts are plaid, hosers take off, it's not half bad.
I want to be where the yaks can run free, where Royal Mounties can arrest me.
Let's go to Canada, let's leave today.
Canada, oh Canada, I si vous plait.
They've got trees, and mooses, and sled dogs, lots of lumber, and lumberjacks and logs!
We all think it's kind of a drag, that you have to go there to get milk in a bag.
They say "eh?" instead of "what?" or "duh?", that's the mighty power of Canada.
I want to be where the lemmings run into the sea, where the marmosets can attack me.
Please, please explain to me, how this all has come to be,
we forgot to mention something here.
Did we say that William Shatner is a native citizen?
And Slurpees made from venison, that's deer.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/12/2003 01:50:00 PMso trueÂ
good point, meg. i'd bite your head off and feed it to my undernourished bunnies.
ok, ok, ok, OK, i take that back.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/12/2003 01:48:00 PM
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ok, ok, ok, OK, i take that back.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/12/2003 01:48:00 PMThursday, September 11, 2003
like, girls' day out!!! *squeal*Â
hey it's so cool there's this new bar next to this box-y thing i'm typing in! it says POST OPTIONS! i wonder what it does. let me click it. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!! there's a box that lets you have the option to make it a draft! OR you can change the time and date!!! this is all very exciting for a complete computer sucker like me.
wellwellwell all my noble intentions of making this a (ahem) study holiday have flown out the window into the atmosphere (where the ozone layer still has a hole). i just got back from a very, very, very exciting afternoon with my mom, granny, and grandaunt. well, sort of. i got to eat at this York Hotel place thing, and then we took a cab to Takashimaya and my grandaunt spent a vast unnecessary amount of money on mooncakes (not my most celebrated choice of food, but that was nice of her), and my granny bought me gelato :) (no, i'm not trying to be some italian poser, it's just that venezia had a stand in the atrium and i went: 'ooh! oooh! ice cream!' and well, i guess a granny has to do what a granny has to do, so she bought some for me. yay for all the grannies in the world!) and then my grandaunt had to go home after that and so the three of us slugged (my granny can't.. walk.. fast.) to the taxi stand, (stupid queue) and took a cab to marina square where my granny went for a pedicure. my granny went for a pedicure!!!!!!!!! where's the justice in that?!?! ah well, to be 75 and retired. (this is an unusually long post. and it's quite proper. go me!) anyway, after that, we (i must not overuse the word 'slugged') walked to delifrance and lazed. and then we had a mini-shopping spree. and we *sigh* got tired, took another cab and here i am, sitting redundantly in front of my lovely computer, telling you about how exciting and unaccomplished my day has been.
and the fact that my literature, social studies and geography books are right next to me, is not for show.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/11/2003 05:12:00 PM
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wellwellwell all my noble intentions of making this a (ahem) study holiday have flown out the window into the atmosphere (where the ozone layer still has a hole). i just got back from a very, very, very exciting afternoon with my mom, granny, and grandaunt. well, sort of. i got to eat at this York Hotel place thing, and then we took a cab to Takashimaya and my grandaunt spent a vast unnecessary amount of money on mooncakes (not my most celebrated choice of food, but that was nice of her), and my granny bought me gelato :) (no, i'm not trying to be some italian poser, it's just that venezia had a stand in the atrium and i went: 'ooh! oooh! ice cream!' and well, i guess a granny has to do what a granny has to do, so she bought some for me. yay for all the grannies in the world!) and then my grandaunt had to go home after that and so the three of us slugged (my granny can't.. walk.. fast.) to the taxi stand, (stupid queue) and took a cab to marina square where my granny went for a pedicure. my granny went for a pedicure!!!!!!!!! where's the justice in that?!?! ah well, to be 75 and retired. (this is an unusually long post. and it's quite proper. go me!) anyway, after that, we (i must not overuse the word 'slugged') walked to delifrance and lazed. and then we had a mini-shopping spree. and we *sigh* got tired, took another cab and here i am, sitting redundantly in front of my lovely computer, telling you about how exciting and unaccomplished my day has been.
and the fact that my literature, social studies and geography books are right next to me, is not for show.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/11/2003 05:12:00 PMWednesday, September 10, 2003
OxymoronisedÂ
What's with the term "low-rise" jeans? I mean, isn't that a very unnecessary thing to dump onto paper labels that scratch your skin when you try jeans on? Speaking of jeans, what a horrendously beautiful pair I saw yesterday! And say, how's this cheery gray sky moulding your day?
- Another public random message from Randomised Ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/10/2003 07:57:00 PM
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- Another public random message from Randomised Ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/10/2003 07:57:00 PMWe're even on Google. Oh, my.Â
I'm impressed.
They Were Known For Their Respective Heights.
They Were Known For Their Respective Heights. Ruth loves celery. Meg loves cockroaches. But. ... They have to play pool on their Respective Heights. ...
chickencootiepower.blogspot.com/ - 33k - Cached - Similar pages
We have to play pool on our Respective Heights???? No way.
fine, fine.. I searched by the title.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/10/2003 07:37:00 PM
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They Were Known For Their Respective Heights.
They Were Known For Their Respective Heights. Ruth loves celery. Meg loves cockroaches. But. ... They have to play pool on their Respective Heights. ...
chickencootiepower.blogspot.com/ - 33k - Cached - Similar pages
We have to play pool on our Respective Heights???? No way.
fine, fine.. I searched by the title.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/10/2003 07:37:00 PMTuesday, September 09, 2003
An extra point to note:Â
no, i don't think i have any cousins from the next continent blah blah thing, but it's just a note to any people who do.
summersalt is gone! GONE! bah. last mission from dave:
"Ruth, your task is to watch Dumb and Dumber 800 times. Till the next time we come to Singapore, I will be able to carry a conversation in Dumb and Dumber with you."
oh boy.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2003 04:48:00 PM
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summersalt is gone! GONE! bah. last mission from dave:
"Ruth, your task is to watch Dumb and Dumber 800 times. Till the next time we come to Singapore, I will be able to carry a conversation in Dumb and Dumber with you."
oh boy.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2003 04:48:00 PMRuth In The Kitchen: Epsiode 1- Don't Be Too CleverÂ
Tip one: When attempting to make a lovely smoothie, at any chance do not add in JustJuice Apple and Blackcurrant. The desired effect will not be in order.
Point to note: Yes, even if it is to poison your nasty cousins from the next continent that are going to visit you for ten months.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2003 04:40:00 PM
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Point to note: Yes, even if it is to poison your nasty cousins from the next continent that are going to visit you for ten months.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2003 04:40:00 PMSunday, September 07, 2003
very SMALL, indeed.Â
well well well. the show last night was so stinking awesome! and all ye poor suckers that couldn't make it...
tut tut. shame on you.
anyway, i'm so honoured! the (ahem) rock band dedicated a song to me! i'm so touched! not. throughout the whole day today all conversations have been peppered with "All the SMALL things"... i'm really not going to live it down, am i? summersalt's leaving tomorrow (yes meg, just as you mentioned) and as dave said when all of us were at the pool just now:
"Ruth, I remember hearing you say that do or die you, our faithful groupie, will come and see us off."
ah well. a groupie's gotta do what a groupie's gotta do.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/07/2003 05:55:00 PM
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tut tut. shame on you.
anyway, i'm so honoured! the (ahem) rock band dedicated a song to me! i'm so touched! not. throughout the whole day today all conversations have been peppered with "All the SMALL things"... i'm really not going to live it down, am i? summersalt's leaving tomorrow (yes meg, just as you mentioned) and as dave said when all of us were at the pool just now:
"Ruth, I remember hearing you say that do or die you, our faithful groupie, will come and see us off."
ah well. a groupie's gotta do what a groupie's gotta do.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/07/2003 05:55:00 PMSaturday, September 06, 2003
hairÂ
why on earth are so many people telling me about tim's hair? i think i can compile '101 Ways To Describe Tim's New Haircut' and earn some money off it.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/06/2003 03:04:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/06/2003 03:04:00 PMmighty minds maps are mucho complicated (couldn't find an 'm' word)Â
i have to be really speedy in this useless post cos i'm on my mom's account and i'm not supposed to be on the net cos she's doing her work and she's on the phone now so i'm being longwinded and using the opportunity to type a whole load of junk while she's doing that. yes.
anyway, i'm looking at all these stupid mappy things to see how on earth i'm gonna get to third place. well well well.
TO ALL YOU stinky PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T REPLY TO MY SMS ABOUT SUMMERSALT TONIGHT,
your loss. :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/06/2003 01:29:00 PM
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anyway, i'm looking at all these stupid mappy things to see how on earth i'm gonna get to third place. well well well.
TO ALL YOU stinky PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T REPLY TO MY SMS ABOUT SUMMERSALT TONIGHT,
your loss. :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/06/2003 01:29:00 PMFriday, September 05, 2003
(meg is scary)Â
(her post was really scary) (meg you don't sound like yourself) (maybe it's just me) (i like PARENTHESES) (they're so fun) (so exciting) (ok i'll go get a life now) (bye bye!)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/05/2003 09:48:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/05/2003 09:48:00 PMThursday, September 04, 2003
they left on a jetplane (oh, the pain)Â
well, not really. but i like that effect. anyway, my dad and superduperbrotherreuben have left for the land down under, where all they say is 'vegemite' every two words.
ok, ok, i take that back. (i'm crossing my fingers that my dad will get me chocolate even though i didn't ask him to) (ahem) today is my happy-study-free day, the last to come in a month. my ickzams start on the third of october, and i think i might just pass out on that very day itself. stupid papers end on 15th october, which would be the day i'm FOURTEEN years and ELEVEN months old! uh.. wow? i feel so tiny suddenly. i'm fourteen! FOURteen! fourTEEN! fine, fine, i'll stop now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/04/2003 07:51:00 PM
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ok, ok, i take that back. (i'm crossing my fingers that my dad will get me chocolate even though i didn't ask him to) (ahem) today is my happy-study-free day, the last to come in a month. my ickzams start on the third of october, and i think i might just pass out on that very day itself. stupid papers end on 15th october, which would be the day i'm FOURTEEN years and ELEVEN months old! uh.. wow? i feel so tiny suddenly. i'm fourteen! FOURteen! fourTEEN! fine, fine, i'll stop now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/04/2003 07:51:00 PMWednesday, September 03, 2003
my sassy rabbitÂ
*gag*
anyway, my superduperbrotherreuben is showing summersalt 'My Sassy Girl'. i think i'd rather watch a home video of a show called 'My Snazzy Monkey'.
speaking of monkeys, I'm Gonna Be A Monkey is playing on my itunes! well.. alright, i won't dwell on that.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/03/2003 08:46:00 PM
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anyway, my superduperbrotherreuben is showing summersalt 'My Sassy Girl'. i think i'd rather watch a home video of a show called 'My Snazzy Monkey'.
speaking of monkeys, I'm Gonna Be A Monkey is playing on my itunes! well.. alright, i won't dwell on that.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/03/2003 08:46:00 PMlaundryÂ
the summersalt guys have just left with my dear brother to go eat dinner, and they'll be back to do their laundry. ewww. NO ART FOR A WEEK! YESSSSSSSSSS! (hey, it's better than nothing)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/03/2003 07:48:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/03/2003 07:48:00 PMTuesday, September 02, 2003
poor bunniesÂ
it's raining heeeeeeavily and i reallyreally hope they're not getting wet outside :-(
(hey, i'm not being cruel, it's just that both of them are massively fat and so the cage would be impossible to carry in by myself)
ok, i'm cheating, it's been about half an hour since i posted that ^ but i just decided to add in that my bunnies are high (on rabbit food. their food box is EMPTY :-/) and dry (thanks to their sneaky way of sticking their fat bodies to the other side of the cage. sweet things.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/02/2003 05:07:00 PM
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(hey, i'm not being cruel, it's just that both of them are massively fat and so the cage would be impossible to carry in by myself)
ok, i'm cheating, it's been about half an hour since i posted that ^ but i just decided to add in that my bunnies are high (on rabbit food. their food box is EMPTY :-/) and dry (thanks to their sneaky way of sticking their fat bodies to the other side of the cage. sweet things.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/02/2003 05:07:00 PMMonday, September 01, 2003
spot the differenceÂ
you must be an amoeba if you can't.
[pleasedonotseestoolpleasedonotseestoolpleasedonotseestool]
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 09:12:00 PM
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[pleasedonotseestoolpleasedonotseestoolpleasedonotseestool]
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 09:12:00 PMwow, i can actually put PIKCHAS on!Â
that's 3/4 of summersalt.. where's zack?
i know rock stars! i know people who want their autographs!! that's just
uh.. post-lunch? we're somewhere near Chinatown! 3/4 of them again. where's bevan?
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 05:46:00 PMtree63 treasureÂ
taken up out of the world
shaken up with just a word
turned around so suddenly
i'm alive eternally
something invisible
has become so beautiful
i know i am born again
laughing and stumbling
draw me after You
let me run with You
show me all Your Kingdom come
my heart is where my treasure lies
my great reward is in Your eyes
my every breath belongs to You
You are my treasure
take the world up out of me
put the fruit back on a tree
i give everything to be
what only You want me to be
the treasure that You've become
is shining brighter than the sun
feels like i am born again
stumbling
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 03:25:00 PM
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shaken up with just a word
turned around so suddenly
i'm alive eternally
something invisible
has become so beautiful
i know i am born again
laughing and stumbling
draw me after You
let me run with You
show me all Your Kingdom come
my heart is where my treasure lies
my great reward is in Your eyes
my every breath belongs to You
You are my treasure
take the world up out of me
put the fruit back on a tree
i give everything to be
what only You want me to be
the treasure that You've become
is shining brighter than the sun
feels like i am born again
stumbling
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 03:25:00 PMlike, so ghetto-oÂ
this is weird. i'm too lazy to turn my cd player off, and a few minutes after jefferson aero plane ends, this random ghetto rap comes on.
'now we wouldn't like these silly shoes!'
ah, the life.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 01:47:00 PM
'now we wouldn't like these silly shoes!'
ah, the life.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2003 01:47:00 PM
