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Friday, October 31, 2003

sheets of egyptian cotton 

ooh, long day! i'm at meg's house now squinting at the computer screen because my poor abused contact-ed eyes are suffering from the cold air of the air-con; thus making my vision of everything turn into a real-life soap opera. but before i drone on, here's what i look like:

- blue paint wedged under right hand's index finger
- black paint stuck on right hand's third finger's cuticle
- blue paint on left elbow
- yellow/orange paint on underside of skirt
- specks of gold paint on both hands; arms (with the remnants of a smiley on my left arm)
- yellow and blue paint on my right calve

(i gave up trying to put the actual colours in)

say, isn't this a colourful day?

i very can't wait for tomorrow. oh yes, whacking unopened packets of oreos on yellow canteen tables does wonders to your view on oreos.

on how crumbly they are

on how sickening they can get

yes, i reallyreallyreally am looking forward to tomorrow!

ha, fat chance. squinting is getting worse. next time you all see me, don't be too shocked when you see me donning coke-bottle glasses.

don't say i didn't warn you.

- i'm-growing-smaller-ruth
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Thursday, October 30, 2003

My Lunch (Even Though It's Dinner Time) 

1. Refrigerated mashed potatoes from last night
2. The last Arnott's Mint Slice
3. Cornflakes

Maybe I should write a diet-planning book. It'll sell out, for sure.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003

never, in my entire life, 

have i EVER seen anyone, and i really mean anyone, play the stupid popcap game bejeweled so painfully s...l...o...w...l...y.

which explains why it took me exactly half an hour to sit at my mom's side, pounding my fists on the table, whining on and on and on and on about how it is unfair that she was still on the game (that my brother probably downloaded for her and taught her how to play it just to spite me) after i

1. showered
2. kept my clothes on the bed
3. brushed my teeth
4. packed my bag for tomorrow - well, not like there was anything to be brought urgently or whatever but i guess that still counts
5. checked on the stupid bunnies
6. ok, not stupid, but still
7. admired her new liz claiborne bag
8. whined
9. and whined
10. and whined.


anyway, my eyes are blurry, people are going offline because it's so late, and i'm actually still hungry even though my mom dutifully fed me a bratwurst and mashed potatoes and cherry tomatoes after i came home from the U16 game at uwc. so much for keeping my teeth clean after brushing them.

Arrivederci, le persone!
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Monday, October 27, 2003

how about diss ashton kutcher permanently? kidding. 

ah, once again this day has been extremely eventful!

or not.

i just attempted to sit through an hour of "Are You Hot or Not?", but the nastiness just got to me.

on the other hand, my brother just switched the telly back on. well, well, well.

oh. right. and to the chinese news which he, from past instances, cannot understand.

anyway anyway anyway basketball game today was veryveryvery good! (hohohoho uwc was smooshed!!!)

and... uh... this post is very spacey and i ran out of things to say cos, well, there really wasn't much to say anyway, so bye bye!



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Sunday, October 26, 2003

the magic 

of homestar runner never ceases to amaze me. look at how you can violate him:


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the picture that wasn't there but now is 

ta dah! the picture that meg tried to put on:


frightening. real frightening.
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yes, yes there's a title. i'm just not quite sure what, though. 

Oooh, eventful week! Yes yes. Uh... Right, you comrades all know about Thursday night, and... What came after Thursday? Uh... Ah... I... Uh... (I'm trying hard to remember) Oh! Ok, I'm feeling relatively more "normal" and "rememberative" now, whatever those things mean.

Ah, good old Friday. Meg and I (what good English!) decided to meet up with Stephen and Austin and BJ and Isaku and Peter.

And... Uh... So we did.

And we got bored of Austin prancing around grabbing at Meg's hair (then mine, then Kristy's) and yelling "Birdy hair! B...B...Bi...Burdy hair!!!"

And flapping his arms and swaying outside Lido.

And watching him sing "I'm lovin' it" in Burger King.

And observing how Stephen and Austin attempted to hide "that nasty chick's a**" with Coke and tissue and their imagination.

(But there's a catch - all this happened while Stephen had the video camera on.)

So we got sick of the testosterone stupidity, and went in a brave search of joining Kristy, Stacia, and Ako!

I'm not very good at this dramatic thingie thing. But I'm still trying.

So Meg and I, brave souls we are, went to Zara to find the three musketeers. Of course, we found them.

We saw a severely emaciated "model" blonde-like creature try on the same skirt for 15 minutes.

We saw a rabbit fur jacket.

We tried on hideous clothes. (Yay!!!)

And we decided that we had enough of that Zara place, so we walked to Scotts.

And we had food there, and saw this gay guy, and saw expensive clothes, and walked out.

And we walked, and walked, and walked, and walked.

And we ended up walking in the rain, all the way to Meridien, then to whateverpoolyplace, then to Plaza, where we valiantly fought the madding crowd. Uh huh.

I'm hungry and I have a headache, so I'm going to the fridge now for my recuperative chocolate. Bye!

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Friday, October 24, 2003

spotlight on spongebob 

meg just turned the tiny light on the spongebob container thing on isaku's table (the one that my mom got for isaku's present sometime last year) and he's glowing. but not anymore, because meg's dad just turned it off. and meg is lying on the bed looking through the buzz book because we really don't know what to do today and are resorting to calling random people. i think she's gonna try stephen.

but anyway, isn't this so exciting, i'm typing on this weird keyboard (sorry meg) with my newly-painted nails! not like any of you would care, but oh well, they look nice and... shiny.

ooooh... the smell of nail polish in an air-conditioned room is intoxicating... ooooh...

meg's on hold on the phone. she's been holding for quite a while now. gah good charlotte is bad, bad, BAD. oh! she's talking to stephen now. i'm kinda lazy to get out my jammies, cos they're so nice and comfortable...


-dreamy and lazy ruth
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Thursday, October 23, 2003

Intuition and Happy Birthday, Bobby! 

Outings with Megumi and Timothy are extremely enjoyable! Did you know, that when you randomly talk to strangers, they will actually smile back??? Bet you didn't! But now you do! So it's all good!

*cheesy smile*

well, anyway. HA! HA! i'm in a weird mood, and i think it's mainly because i just consumed, let's say, half a packet of meg's biscuity things... i don't like typing on this keyboard :-( i'm at meg's house (we got here at 11:15 pm) and my eyes are very stuffed up. not like it's possible to stuff eyes (ewww), but i'm sure you all know what i mean. or something like that. anyway anyway anyway! anyway! a!n!y!w!a!y! and i'm sure all of you have realized that yes, i am bored out of my brains, but not to the point where they actually drip out of my ears. ewww, never mind about what i just said. ok, ok, here's the exciting trip to orchard with margohmee and intuition man:

Akiko, meg, me, sarah, elli and timothy take about FORTY FIVE minutes just to actually make it to the bus stop, where 143 comes... and goes... and we decide to take 124, which comes after a long, long time. and after that, we land up at plaza (not with sarah and elli though - sarah doesn't want to "bump" into austin by any chance), feel like watching intolerable cruelty, decide against it when the next show time is at an extremely bad hour, then head down to long john's silvers to eat humble fish & chips. so we see ed and eddie (ha! ha!) (ok, that wasn't funny at all) and kurt and carol and joey and joseph and dan and david (actually, you know what, why i am even mentioning this is beyond me. i'm in a typey mood.). and blah blah blah, we walk out to see if cineleisure will show introeblea (lazy to type it properly now) crutelty (see?) at a more earthly hour. on the way there the three of us terrorize poor strangers. poor, poor, strangers. makes meg and me wonder where all of timothy's (non-existent) dignity has gone to. anyway, we go there, but they're not showing it at a good time either, so we go up and down while serenading random people with the beloved tune "Happy Birthday!" except this time, we're just assuming that all of their names have to be Bobby. we make it out of cineleisure alive, and do the monkey walk down orchard road, while timothy starts singing more of the "intuition" while dancing. enough about that. so we reach lido, and go up, and up, and up, and up. and of course, knowing our luck, inblahcrueltblahwhateverblah, is showing at a stupid time. so we hang around starbucks, nick free water, and go back down, down, down, and down, and down where we decide to go to borders, where we spend the next hour pretending to be so "clued in" on the music scene by listening to the proper version of Intuition and watching tim decide which is better, the monkey or cow cd case. and we walk, and walk, and walk, and walk, and walk, and walk, and walk, and somehow meg and i make it back to her house safely. well, of course not by walking, but oh well, i'm getting lazy to elaborate. congratulate me! is this a proper post or what??? :-)

fine, it isn't. i hope meg is done in the shower, my eyes are squinty and my legs are being violated by some mozzies under the table.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2003

bugs, foil, and the smelly man on the bus 

Yes yes, it's been a Weird Week.

Firstly, Meg has the stunning capacity to be so smelly that a certain bee can be soooo attracted to her.

Secondly, Christine has the absolutely magnificent pastime of being able to smooth out crumpled aluminium foil with her skirt in less than a minute.

And thirdly, the bus number 143 has the astonishing genorosity to allow a smelly will-not-pay-the-fare man onto the bus, such that the poor hairy man stands next to the bus driver and has to sustain a conversation about dinner and fares.

And, on top of that, I'm dead. Oh well. Sorry this is a dead boring post, I completely forgot what it was I wanted to talk about. Oh welly well. Tata comrades!



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Tuesday, October 21, 2003

LEEKO! LEEKO! LEEKO! I'm a squeaky guy! 

I have just watched an hour's worth of Homestar Runner, and I am ti-i-i-i-i-iiiired. From Homestar Runner and Strongbad. I don't know how on earth that is possible, but I guess it is. I had pizza for dinner! My extremely fattening and happening dinner. Sorry, influence of Strongbad is there. Anyway, on my three hours on MSN, there have been amazing conversations of the versatile word "crap", and Homestar Runner, and Virginia Reels, and right now Anna is droning on... and on... about her font colour and depression. Yay. OH, right, must call Meg now. FAREWELL CADETS!
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The Evils of Mozzies 

firstly, they have bad aim when they bite you. and secondly, the itch, oh, the itch.

which probably explains the situation i'm in right now. i have a wonderful swell on the inner corner of my left eyelid, so when i blink there's a lumpy feeling and that stifles me from blinking properly, so let's just say that my body has suspended all left-eye-blinking for the past hour.

AND WE DON'T HAVE BEN & JERRY'S IN THE FREEZER! WHAT IS THIS, A CONSPIRACY? GAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!

so, anyway, yesterday's game at the german school was so good!! the girls and guys played well, considering how... huge big-sized some of the germans were. (and the fact that when they yelled at each other to pass there was a lot of "achs" and spit... probably didn't help.) and catherine was probably right about the guys winning if the stupid girls who were doing the scores actually counted the three-pointers. but in all their blinking innocence, they didn't. oh well... (my mom just called and offered to buy me a book if i went out to meet them in parkway. ha, no such luck when i'm in jammies and in a severe unblinking state.) anyway i think it's time for me to raid the fridge now. tata!

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Saturday, October 18, 2003

birds flew earlier than you, meg (heh, heh!) 

well, well, well. rachel and i (i know, so proper!) woke up at...

8:05a.m.

Ha, beat that! ha! ha! ha! ok, heeeeeeeeere's rachel!

[we walked and walked and walked. okay, here's a math question. rachel types at 20 words per min and ruth types at 70 words per min. how many more words will ruth type in 3.9867 seconds? please convert your answer to a percentage. (to 1 decimal place) well, how intellectual can this get?]

very, highly intellectual rachel! winner gets a free rabbit pellet. (courtesy of my verbally disabled and generous rabbits)

[rachel again!]

she didn't know what to say. anyway, this has been, indeed, a very fruitful morning!

8:10 - rachel's phone vibrates on my table. wakes us up.
8:20 - get out of bed
8:30 - change out of jammies into proper clothes fit for the public to see
8:40 - leave the house with $10 in my pocket, rachel's phone in hers
9:00 - we slow sluggers order mcdonalds
9:15 - survive a painful rendition of mcdonald's attempt to be cool; a synchronized dance was impromptu-ly performed by the people working there. it was scary.
9:30 - finish up our breakfast; (me) sausage mcmuffin with egg, (rachel) hotcakes with sausage extra value meal
10:25 - crawl back home after walking, and walking, and walking, and walking.


and here we are, sitting in front of my dearest iMac, getting nagged at to "get moving; go and shower!".


we birdies! we birdies!

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Friday, October 17, 2003

my fluffy nose and itchy cheeks 

that's what happens to your face when you wash the dishes.

and you tell your brother that and he starts singing a random tune with those words.

it's cruelty, i tell you.

ok, it's 2:49 pm and i'm still in my jammies.

uh oh... here comes my mom... looking not very happy at the state i'm in...

AAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAAA

- still maniacal ruth

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Thursday, October 16, 2003

And I was totally like, wow! 

i'm online.

this is really very historical.

AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


ok, enough manic behaviour from me.

this is veryveryvery bad though, meg can't get on msn when i can... what a tragedy! :(

never mind, her plan to (ahem) convince her dad to get them a new computer should work, provided the bigshots of Mac pay her a visit and fall in love with her dog and give her a free iMac in return for Snoopy.

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Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Rogue-ishly Ranting Ruth 

ok, let's get this straight.

1. my exams are over.
2. i pointed that out to my dad when he said i still couldn't go on msn
3. the reason he grounded me was because of my grades
4. then i told him that exams were the only way to measure whether or not i improved
5. he said that that wasn't the reason
6. i said he was contradicting himself then
7. he said he didn't want to talk to me when i was being a 'tiger'
8. i mean, really, honestly, a tiger???
9. so i said fine
10. then i lost it again
11. and argued
12. and argued
13. and argued
14. and argued.


Score:
Dad one, Ruth nil


*sigh* guess it's going to be quite a while till you all see me take over bill gate's place and completely change it into a Mac company.

ok, consolation: my mom is letting me go to the OFS game tomorrow.

but: MY FREAKING EXAMS ARE OVER!!!! DOES HE GET SOME SICK JOY OVER SEEING ME STILL GROUNDED EVEN WHEN I ACTUALLY OBEYED HIM???

i guess so.

right, i better go before i make things worse for myself and say some stuff i wouldn't really like to.


- rancidly raging ruth
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no show 

pffffft. my dad won't let me go on msn!

ah che, my domination plans, foiled! FOILED, I TELL YOU!

it's so sad, really.

where is the justice in this world? NO WHERE. look in the toilet bowl: see any signs of justice? actually, wait, no, don't. never mind me.


- extremely sulky ruth
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Monday, October 13, 2003

Ruth's Clever and Handy Tip of the Day #1 

Never, ever, at all costs, try to screech like Natalie Cole, or you'll end up sounding like a sore chipmunk for the rest of the day.
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ok, so much for legs... 

after much deliberation, i have decided to do a painting of a stupid kelong (don't even think of asking me what that is) and a stupid fisherman in the middle of the sea.

how's that for solitude?

"This painting can be interpreted in several ways, one of them being that the tumultuous waves depicting the feelings evoked within the man as he 'fishes his worries away' and... and..."

ok, ok, i'm dead.

Still 1 day to MSN domination!

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And so the day drew nearer, as the Fairy Elf Princess Lord of Mountain Goats made her/his/it's way through the Forbidden Forest of Fruitflies 

don't ask about the heading. i don't know why i typed that.

ewww, what a bimbo colour :-/


anyway, i have lovingly redone my desktop such that there are about fifteen of these plastered all over:

ok, now that all of you know that random bit of ruthinformation now, it's back to drawing legs for art. (no, i'm not being pervy, it's for art) (stupid art)


there's something wrong with my eye! it feels funny :( but then again, it isn't as if an eye is supposed to feel warm and fuzzy... so ignore me. HEY! i just realised that i could make my computer say whatever i want it to! i'm techie-illiterate so there isn't any way i can let all of you hear how retarded it sounds (i just typed out 'ice cream is good for you' and the computer spoke in uh... it's computervoice and i have a brand new role model! yay!), so oh well. very very very cool.

1 day to MSN domination!
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Friday, October 10, 2003

we'll be singing 

my brother has been practising that exact line for about, let's say, the tenth time. he's leading worship on sunday and everything, but he really needs some variation. oh! he's doing the verse now! yay, a new tune, and some new words! this is really very delightful for me.

anyway, the prayer meeting tonight was goodgoodgood, but not as smashingly marvellous as the past two ones. but all the same, 'twas good! i hate that word. 'twas. ewww, anyway. ok, i promised my brother i'd spend just 5 minutes on the computer, and i have to stick to it.

:-(

aha! two more minutes to go! and i have to go and eat some nectarine things now. tata!

4 days to MSN domination!

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Thursday, October 09, 2003

My celebratory chicken and ice cream 

YAY! 3 cringe-inducing papers left!!!

Is this a miracle or what? I'm actually still alive! This really is too good to be true.



Anyway, I had my celebratory black pepper chicken steak and yoghurt ice cream on a to-die-for waffle at venezia. I'm very happy today! (Wow, I just said something in simple english!)

Yes yes. AHA! My wonderful countdown will start today!

5 and a half days to MSN domination!

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Wednesday, October 08, 2003

she sounds like a tarantula 

big and hairy... ewww.

so good margster! you beat cis cis cis! (say that as a word. weird.) i've been at the computer for ages and i feel kinda bad now, my mom's been itching to get on... ha, as if i'd let her?

just kidding. i don't want to be put into jail for uh... mistreating my mom. right. anyway, math exam tomorrow! woo hoo! who's dead? RUTH'S DEAD! who's dead? RUTH'S DEAD!

that makes me feel a whole lot better, yes yes! right, back to shutting up and letting my mom use the computer (ah, compromises, compromises)!

farewell comrades! (i know, i know, i used that line already, but oh well, couldn't think of anything else superhero-like to say bye bye)

ps: oi tim, if you're reading this, you really can have meg's leg. just so... well, you know, (cough) uh.. well, so... uh... she'll be.. well.. closer to my height (cough)
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Aye, the jolly ol' fat man of the Boar's Head Tavern! 

Ahahahahaha. I just read the character analysis thingie wrongly. I thought they mentioned Falstaff being a 'worldly, happy and fatty man'. Guess i was wrong about the fatty part. :(

And i just realised that i just posted a very strange post. Oh well, see what Shakespeare (ach, the stupid old bard) does to you at 8:08 pm? What a sneaky sneaky man.


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The Aquabats 

are very scary. I'm listening to one of their superhero songs, and it's good, but very scary all the same. Anyway, back to my feeble attempts to analyse characters from King Henry IV Part I. (Ooh, ooh, fun!)

Captain Hampton & The Midget Pirates

Young Jim, as a lad
He looked for adventure
Calamity, danger, whatever was free
So when he turned ten, he packed his belongings
and he left home to find his destiny
Jim just a boy, who's
Head full of legends
Of dungeons and dragons
And pirates and stuff
So that summer he snuck on a schooner
To harpoon tuna
And get real buff
The Captain he said
There's danger ahead
We need some brave men
To sail and then
We'll find us those pirates
Stop them with violence,
To make the ocean safe
Once again.

[Chorus]
Cleaning up the oceans
Captain Hampton and his crew
Trouble in the seven seas
He'll know what to do
Captain, he hates rubbish
To him pirates are just soot
Scallywags and scurvy dogs
Are crushed under his foot.
Captain Hampton, Captain Hampton
Ahoy, Ahoy
Pillaging the Pillagers
Triumphantly he'll sail away

Now, seven weeks into the trip
And Jim was sick to death
Of being sick
Some kind of action he wanted
As he searched the seas
For everyday was the same old... stuff
The night he felt like jumping ship
But then he heard a crash
Hit the starboard side of the ship
And bumped him out of his bunk
Onto his bottom
Our heroes drew their swords
As the midgets swarmed aboard
The pirates surprise attack
The tiny buccaneers
Caught us by surprise
As we tried to battle back.

[Chorus]

La la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la.

Captain Hampton, Captain Hampton
Ahoy Ahoy
Pillaging the Pillagers
Triumphantly he ran away!

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Tuesday, October 07, 2003

not my fault, it beckoned 

the computer, i mean.

guess that last post wasn't the last of me in ten days, huh? oh well, better a sob goodbye than none. anyway, here's what the negligence of studying chemistry yesterday did to me:



well, back to biology for dear old me now! (wow, i sure am looking forward to it! *squeal*)

oh, right, before i forget, here's Dilemma #2:



farewell comrades!

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Thursday, October 02, 2003

so much for a short and sad goodbye 

this is what happens when you finish studying social studies...
(i'm in denial for the fact that i'm in an exams-haven't-even-started-but-i'm-overjoyed-i've-finished-studying-for-just-ONE-SUBJECT mentality. but anyway.)

excuse me, meg? what do you mean hardening, like boiled eggs? actually, i don't mind comparing my exams to that, considering how nasty it can be if it isn't cooked properly. but if it is, it isn't that bad. right, anyway.


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the short and fatalistic goodbye 

and this is the part where i start to panic for my social studies exam tomorrow.

farewell for ten days.


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