Monday, May 31, 2004
anti-hair, pro-baldnessÂ
keep reading for part two next time, even though these pages weren't even in sequence or ever will make sense! :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/31/2004 09:47:00 PMSunday, May 30, 2004
sulu the bionic hamsterÂ
i have been playing this game at www.pilkey.com and it is driving me MAD. at 80700 points, with 5 lives left and at level 21, i have HAD ENOUGH!
wicked, wicked, wicked game. you know the noises in the background are meant to be sulu trilling away, but somehow they remind me of meg and her evil noises. oh well.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/30/2004 09:53:00 PM
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wicked, wicked, wicked game. you know the noises in the background are meant to be sulu trilling away, but somehow they remind me of meg and her evil noises. oh well.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/30/2004 09:53:00 PMwhopple of a chunky loopie poopÂ
confessions of a teenage drama queen was... was... weird. it was quite gross as well, how leezibet kept mentioning the size of lindsay lohan's boobs, but other than that i suppose the movie was alright. there's this whole flood of chick flicks bombarding cinemas now, and yay!!!
well, yes. i didn't do anything else today other than blow my nose a lot (and quite loudly too) in church and be loud in town.
wowwwww my parent's friends' kids are gonna get married. the guy (mark tapping) is 23 and his wife-to-be - i never get the fiance and fiancee thing right - (nessa weinand) is 17.
okie dokie, must get off computer now. law and order tonight! bye bye!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/30/2004 09:02:00 PM
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well, yes. i didn't do anything else today other than blow my nose a lot (and quite loudly too) in church and be loud in town.
wowwwww my parent's friends' kids are gonna get married. the guy (mark tapping) is 23 and his wife-to-be - i never get the fiance and fiancee thing right - (nessa weinand) is 17.
okie dokie, must get off computer now. law and order tonight! bye bye!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/30/2004 09:02:00 PMSaturday, May 29, 2004
play-doh gone whackÂ
"Yesterday I made some of my special suspicious-looking green play-dough for my kids to toot with. It's a slimy recipe: you mix in a tupperware of brussel sprouts, a kg of sauerkraut, a gallon of dish detergent, and a couple of geese for good measure. Then you stir it up whimsically for two nanoseconds or until it becomes nice and grimey. Then you bake it for almost a jiffy (no more!) and let it cool.
It's a big hit with my kids, who like to make things out of it. My son made a toe and a moose out of it, and my daughter made a life-sized replica of her godmother. Then they mashed it all back into a cube and started over again. My son made a wailing possum, while my daughter smeared it all over the fans and the family gerbil. It took me two hundred to get the play-dough out of the fans and the gerbil's hairs, but they had a lot of fun."
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/29/2004 04:18:00 PM
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It's a big hit with my kids, who like to make things out of it. My son made a toe and a moose out of it, and my daughter made a life-sized replica of her godmother. Then they mashed it all back into a cube and started over again. My son made a wailing possum, while my daughter smeared it all over the fans and the family gerbil. It took me two hundred to get the play-dough out of the fans and the gerbil's hairs, but they had a lot of fun."
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/29/2004 04:18:00 PMblissÂ
ahhhhhh, thirteen hours of sleep is fabulous.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/29/2004 03:31:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/29/2004 03:31:00 PMFriday, May 28, 2004
It also slices bagels.Â
"howdy doody in the woodshed"
can you believe a song with a title like that can actually exist?
well... anyway. school's out! but you know, i won't enlarge any fonts here because it sure doesn't feel like it is. i mean, they're forcing us to trudge back to school three times next week for chemistry and biology lectures. can you feel my legs quivering with excitement at the sheer thought of going back to school during the holidays? i'm sure it reverberates throughout the earth's crust all the way deep into the core.
sorry, got a little carried away there. anyway, jo and alissa and i (ha! my grammar - check!) left school an hour earlier (9:35 am) because we were just sitting around doing nothing, while the other dahlings in my class got ready for chinese lessons. hyuk hyuk hyuk! bimboism ruled the day when me and jo (stuff grammar it sounds nicer like that) went to scotts to look at a hot pink dress, but it wasn't there so we decided to take a bus but then felt guilty about being so lazy so we walked to paragon instead and went to Guess and saw the hot pink dress and walked out. and then went home.
sickness status: nose - still blocked. throat - still clogged.
un-perk of my day: why my mormon friend will not stop bombarding me with debates and illogical and circular reasoning that will force poor, flu-ridden me to argue with her. thank you jo for RESCUING ME! cluck cluck.
meg and bichay (haw haw haw) and whoever else are out "playing bowling.. oops, i meant bowling" at goodness knows where now. if i didn't have my stupid flu i'd be there in a... a... jiffy! yes, jiffy.
you know how annoying it is when you have a cold and you need to sneeze but someone says "aaaah chooo" for you and the urge to sneeze goes away? it makes me feel so incomplete. right now this song playing on my itunes which doesn't even sound like any sneeze keeps stopping me from sneezing. it's so unfair.
Ruth's Clever and Nifty Excerpt Of The Day: extracted from Captain Underpants and the Big, Bad Battle of The Bionic Booger Boy - Part 1: The Night of The Nasty Nostril Nuggets, page 74.
"After a few hours, Melvin had built his
newest and most powerful robot ever, which
had three sets of interchangeable laser
eyeballs, Macro-Hydraulic Jump-A-Tronic
legs, Super Somgobulating Automo-Arms,
and an extendable Octo-Claw rib cage, and
was powered by three separate Twin Turbo-
9000 SP5 Kung-Fu Titanium/Lithium Allow
Processors, which were all built into a
virtually indestructible Flexo-Growmonic
endoskeleton that had the power to punch
through cinder blocks, crush steel in its vise-
like grasp, and plow mercilessly through
poorly written run-on sentences.
It could also slice bagels."
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/28/2004 04:02:00 PM
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can you believe a song with a title like that can actually exist?
well... anyway. school's out! but you know, i won't enlarge any fonts here because it sure doesn't feel like it is. i mean, they're forcing us to trudge back to school three times next week for chemistry and biology lectures. can you feel my legs quivering with excitement at the sheer thought of going back to school during the holidays? i'm sure it reverberates throughout the earth's crust all the way deep into the core.
sorry, got a little carried away there. anyway, jo and alissa and i (ha! my grammar - check!) left school an hour earlier (9:35 am) because we were just sitting around doing nothing, while the other dahlings in my class got ready for chinese lessons. hyuk hyuk hyuk! bimboism ruled the day when me and jo (stuff grammar it sounds nicer like that) went to scotts to look at a hot pink dress, but it wasn't there so we decided to take a bus but then felt guilty about being so lazy so we walked to paragon instead and went to Guess and saw the hot pink dress and walked out. and then went home.
sickness status: nose - still blocked. throat - still clogged.
un-perk of my day: why my mormon friend will not stop bombarding me with debates and illogical and circular reasoning that will force poor, flu-ridden me to argue with her. thank you jo for RESCUING ME! cluck cluck.
meg and bichay (haw haw haw) and whoever else are out "playing bowling.. oops, i meant bowling" at goodness knows where now. if i didn't have my stupid flu i'd be there in a... a... jiffy! yes, jiffy.
you know how annoying it is when you have a cold and you need to sneeze but someone says "aaaah chooo" for you and the urge to sneeze goes away? it makes me feel so incomplete. right now this song playing on my itunes which doesn't even sound like any sneeze keeps stopping me from sneezing. it's so unfair.
Ruth's Clever and Nifty Excerpt Of The Day: extracted from Captain Underpants and the Big, Bad Battle of The Bionic Booger Boy - Part 1: The Night of The Nasty Nostril Nuggets, page 74.
"After a few hours, Melvin had built his
newest and most powerful robot ever, which
had three sets of interchangeable laser
eyeballs, Macro-Hydraulic Jump-A-Tronic
legs, Super Somgobulating Automo-Arms,
and an extendable Octo-Claw rib cage, and
was powered by three separate Twin Turbo-
9000 SP5 Kung-Fu Titanium/Lithium Allow
Processors, which were all built into a
virtually indestructible Flexo-Growmonic
endoskeleton that had the power to punch
through cinder blocks, crush steel in its vise-
like grasp, and plow mercilessly through
poorly written run-on sentences.
It could also slice bagels."
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/28/2004 04:02:00 PMThursday, May 27, 2004
buggerÂ
hey, wouldn't you know it, i'm actually still on msn! this calls for a celebration, really.
even though i already had my snazzy nydc for lunch. :-)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/27/2004 07:07:00 PM
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even though i already had my snazzy nydc for lunch. :-)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/27/2004 07:07:00 PMWednesday, May 26, 2004
whoaÂ
i love this site. read it if you dare.
Mormonism versus Christianity
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/26/2004 09:57:00 PM
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Mormonism versus Christianity
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/26/2004 09:57:00 PMah, where would my ears be withoutÂ
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/26/2004 07:57:00 PMcomplaintsÂ
genuine:
i've fallen sick. the whole of the right side of my nose is completely clogged up with wouldn'tyouliketoknowwhat.
therefore, my entire life depends on the left side of my nose.
i have a tummy ache and legs ache.
i'm eating this funny chinese spicy chicken that tastes like it's meant to be put on porridge, and not normal rice.
INSENSITIVE AND CRUEL joanna sent this to me via hotmail -
Rabbit stew the traditional maltese recipe. (i got this off the prevention of cruelty to ferrets site!!!)
1 Rabbit
4 oz Onions
3 Bay Leaves
4 oz Fresh peas
6 oz tomatoes
2 tablespoons oil
Fresh garlic
4 oz potatoes
4 oz fresh carrots
1 glass of red wine
2 glasses of water
Salt and pepper
METHOD:-
Cut the rabbit into pieces and fry lightly in a small amount of oil or butter. In a separate saucepan fry the chopped onions and garlic until golden brown. After which add the peeled, chopped tomatoes and bay-leaves.
Add the water to the rabbit and leave it to simmer for about 15 minutes. After pour in the wine and put in the peas, chopped carrots, chopped potatoes, salt and pepper leaving it to cook for another hour on slow fire.
side effects:
i'm listening to jazz now. no head-pounding punk for me today, because it will not reduce my killer headache.
false:
My complaint about Queen Rosietta
The following are simply some random thoughts that have been rattling about my head of late and that I'd like to let out -- a little house cleaning, if you will. To get right down to it, Queen Rosietta's "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is lame-brained, because it leaves no room for compromise. If there is one thing I have learned, it is this: If you were to try to tell her lapdogs that her vicegerents assume that because they look a certain way or come from a certain background, they have a right to destroy the lives of good, honest people, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that there may be absolutely nothing we can do to prevent Queen Rosietta from making good on her word to suppress people's instinct and intellect. When we compare this disturbing conclusion to the comforting picture purveyed by her worshippers, we experience psychological stress or "cognitive dissonance". Our only recourse is to rage, rage against the dying of the light. This raises the question: Why can't we simply agree to disagree? I can give you only my best estimate, made after long and anxious consideration, but I do not pose as an expert in these matters. I can say only that those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to comment on a phenomenon that has and will continue to denigrate and discard all of Western culture have no right to complain when she and her thralls dominate or intimidate others. Queen Rosietta's jibes are not restrained by any moral scruples. Why is that relevant to this letter? Because Queen Rosietta wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving her lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well, because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that if I were elected Ruler of the World, my first act of business would be to resolve our disputes without violence. I would further use my position to inform certain segments of the Earth's population that we must act as a positive role model for younger people. Those who claim otherwise do so only to justify their own self-pitying, tasteless orations.
Queen Rosietta minces to the twang of a different zither. Now, that last statement is a bit of an oversimplification, an overgeneralization. But it is nevertheless substantially true. Although her overt anarchism has declined, a covert form still survives and may be an important factor in fueling a tendency and/or desire to destroy any resistance by channeling it into ineffective paths. Call me money-grubbing if you'd like; I will still do everything in my power to take up the mantle and help people see Queen Rosietta's chthonic, snooty bromides for what they are. Then, I will announce to the world that there are some ophidian, counter-productive maggots who are stuck-up. There are also some who are grumpy. Which category does Queen Rosietta fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both". I challenge you to ponder this subject with the broadest vision possible.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/26/2004 03:26:00 PM
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i've fallen sick. the whole of the right side of my nose is completely clogged up with wouldn'tyouliketoknowwhat.
therefore, my entire life depends on the left side of my nose.
i have a tummy ache and legs ache.
i'm eating this funny chinese spicy chicken that tastes like it's meant to be put on porridge, and not normal rice.
INSENSITIVE AND CRUEL joanna sent this to me via hotmail -
Rabbit stew the traditional maltese recipe. (i got this off the prevention of cruelty to ferrets site!!!)
1 Rabbit
4 oz Onions
3 Bay Leaves
4 oz Fresh peas
6 oz tomatoes
2 tablespoons oil
Fresh garlic
4 oz potatoes
4 oz fresh carrots
1 glass of red wine
2 glasses of water
Salt and pepper
METHOD:-
Cut the rabbit into pieces and fry lightly in a small amount of oil or butter. In a separate saucepan fry the chopped onions and garlic until golden brown. After which add the peeled, chopped tomatoes and bay-leaves.
Add the water to the rabbit and leave it to simmer for about 15 minutes. After pour in the wine and put in the peas, chopped carrots, chopped potatoes, salt and pepper leaving it to cook for another hour on slow fire.
side effects:
i'm listening to jazz now. no head-pounding punk for me today, because it will not reduce my killer headache.
false:
My complaint about Queen Rosietta
The following are simply some random thoughts that have been rattling about my head of late and that I'd like to let out -- a little house cleaning, if you will. To get right down to it, Queen Rosietta's "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is lame-brained, because it leaves no room for compromise. If there is one thing I have learned, it is this: If you were to try to tell her lapdogs that her vicegerents assume that because they look a certain way or come from a certain background, they have a right to destroy the lives of good, honest people, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that there may be absolutely nothing we can do to prevent Queen Rosietta from making good on her word to suppress people's instinct and intellect. When we compare this disturbing conclusion to the comforting picture purveyed by her worshippers, we experience psychological stress or "cognitive dissonance". Our only recourse is to rage, rage against the dying of the light. This raises the question: Why can't we simply agree to disagree? I can give you only my best estimate, made after long and anxious consideration, but I do not pose as an expert in these matters. I can say only that those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to comment on a phenomenon that has and will continue to denigrate and discard all of Western culture have no right to complain when she and her thralls dominate or intimidate others. Queen Rosietta's jibes are not restrained by any moral scruples. Why is that relevant to this letter? Because Queen Rosietta wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving her lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well, because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that if I were elected Ruler of the World, my first act of business would be to resolve our disputes without violence. I would further use my position to inform certain segments of the Earth's population that we must act as a positive role model for younger people. Those who claim otherwise do so only to justify their own self-pitying, tasteless orations.
Queen Rosietta minces to the twang of a different zither. Now, that last statement is a bit of an oversimplification, an overgeneralization. But it is nevertheless substantially true. Although her overt anarchism has declined, a covert form still survives and may be an important factor in fueling a tendency and/or desire to destroy any resistance by channeling it into ineffective paths. Call me money-grubbing if you'd like; I will still do everything in my power to take up the mantle and help people see Queen Rosietta's chthonic, snooty bromides for what they are. Then, I will announce to the world that there are some ophidian, counter-productive maggots who are stuck-up. There are also some who are grumpy. Which category does Queen Rosietta fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both". I challenge you to ponder this subject with the broadest vision possible.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/26/2004 03:26:00 PMTuesday, May 25, 2004
2 more days toÂ
bracing myself for msn-groundation
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/25/2004 06:45:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/25/2004 06:45:00 PMwhyÂ
are the class politics so crazy?
anyway, i predicted right. i didn't do a THING in school today, other than laugh like a maniac with jo (again) over nothing (again).
i have a run that will take forever tomorrow morning at 7.40 am. will any of you crickers miss me?
i'm hungry.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/25/2004 05:50:00 PM
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anyway, i predicted right. i didn't do a THING in school today, other than laugh like a maniac with jo (again) over nothing (again).
i have a run that will take forever tomorrow morning at 7.40 am. will any of you crickers miss me?
i'm hungry.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/25/2004 05:50:00 PMMonday, May 24, 2004
as i was saying before my darling imac hung on meÂ
i just downloaded this new version of msn for mac and it's really weird.
anyway, AS I WAS SAYING/TYPING before stupid computer hung on me, hello one and hello all!
there isn't much to say.
school was boring, all we did (we = me and jo and alissa) was sit in class laughing like maniacs while the others had chinese.
looks like tomorrow will be the same! i look forward to it.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/24/2004 08:53:00 PM
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anyway, AS I WAS SAYING/TYPING before stupid computer hung on me, hello one and hello all!
there isn't much to say.
school was boring, all we did (we = me and jo and alissa) was sit in class laughing like maniacs while the others had chinese.
looks like tomorrow will be the same! i look forward to it.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/24/2004 08:53:00 PMSunday, May 23, 2004
facelessÂ
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/23/2004 08:29:00 PMCarebears In Literature ClassÂ
We're fluffy, we're fluffy,
one of us is snuffly!
We smile and we care,
and shed our hair,
and are in love with Shakespare.
Oh bard, oh bard,
we really love the tard!
His literary figures such as alliteration
touch our hearts, it's a sensation
Oh Romeo, oh Juliet,
Sunshine bear is where it's at!
We prance and snuggle,
tickle and cuddle,
we're Carebears you should huggle!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/23/2004 06:08:00 PM
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one of us is snuffly!
We smile and we care,
and shed our hair,
and are in love with Shakespare.
Oh bard, oh bard,
we really love the tard!
His literary figures such as alliteration
touch our hearts, it's a sensation
Oh Romeo, oh Juliet,
Sunshine bear is where it's at!
We prance and snuggle,
tickle and cuddle,
we're Carebears you should huggle!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/23/2004 06:08:00 PMFriday, May 21, 2004
i feel good!Â
i heard such a fantastic message tonight at homegroup (well it was in combined so we had in church and tom tapping spoke) that warned me that i'm goign off track with God... i feel so resolute now! i'm too distracted by so many other things that are so unnecessary now. i mean, trusting God is so hard. BUT I CAN DO IT! yes i can.
well... yes. anyway, i need to start lots of things from scratch again.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/21/2004 10:45:00 PM
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well... yes. anyway, i need to start lots of things from scratch again.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/21/2004 10:45:00 PMThursday, May 20, 2004
asdfghjkÂ
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ERIASDNKJAFASDMKLFCAHJSRKTGNAS,MFNAS.,MFNASKRITAHSEKANSD,
MFNASD,MFNASD,MFNA;TAHSDKMNAFSDF
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KGHJA;KGJAH;RKJGNAEKJMSRAF.SE,MGNA!@
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RSETIOAJSE;TLKMAKRS
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you know, the more i look at what i just... hit on the keyboard, it kinda looks like a whole new language.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/20/2004 07:01:00 PM
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ERIASDNKJAFASDMKLFCAHJSRKTGNAS,MFNAS.,MFNASKRITAHSEKANSD,
MFNASD,MFNASD,MFNA;TAHSDKMNAFSDF
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KGHJA;KGJAH;RKJGNAEKJMSRAF.SE,MGNA!@
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RSETIOAJSE;TLKMAKRS
GASRITKTYIM
AITYARJTIAR
YARJYIARLYJA;RSDOYIASKRJTNMRSG,MN;ERK
you know, the more i look at what i just... hit on the keyboard, it kinda looks like a whole new language.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/20/2004 07:01:00 PMboo.Â
i have an opinion of too many things.
like how i TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OPPOSE MORMONISM and always will. i wish christine would understand.
like how this whole liz and cow thing is taking far too long to clear up, and there are no signs that it ever will. (cue a big sigh, meg.)
like how much i hate school.
like how much i wish, sometimes, that i never lived in singapore in the first place to be put in whatever situations i come by.
and like how this whole post is revolved around selfish, selfish me.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/20/2004 05:16:00 PM
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like how i TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OPPOSE MORMONISM and always will. i wish christine would understand.
like how this whole liz and cow thing is taking far too long to clear up, and there are no signs that it ever will. (cue a big sigh, meg.)
like how much i hate school.
like how much i wish, sometimes, that i never lived in singapore in the first place to be put in whatever situations i come by.
and like how this whole post is revolved around selfish, selfish me.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/20/2004 05:16:00 PMWednesday, May 19, 2004
i'm tummy achedÂ
this blog is becoming so commentless.
anyway, i didn't go to school today. because there wasn't any point in going, even though my disgusting teacher reckoned all the people who didn't needed to.
and so with that thought, she called all the parents.
luckily, my mom and dad don't like her at all, and never take her too seriously.
so i went to the hospital to join my mom and to visit my granny and i spent five hours there patting her back and reading my shopaholic book (all over again for the fifth time) and listening to my discman till the battery ran out and feeling sorry for my mama and watching tv and listening to the other patients creep around the place hacking their throats out. shame though, she had to go for another operation to drain fluids out of the operation area. ouch ouch ouch!
after that i went to the prayer meeting which was reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally good! everyone should go to prayer meetings and then the world would be a much better place.
well... yes. bye bye now!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/19/2004 09:55:00 PM
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anyway, i didn't go to school today. because there wasn't any point in going, even though my disgusting teacher reckoned all the people who didn't needed to.
and so with that thought, she called all the parents.
luckily, my mom and dad don't like her at all, and never take her too seriously.
so i went to the hospital to join my mom and to visit my granny and i spent five hours there patting her back and reading my shopaholic book (all over again for the fifth time) and listening to my discman till the battery ran out and feeling sorry for my mama and watching tv and listening to the other patients creep around the place hacking their throats out. shame though, she had to go for another operation to drain fluids out of the operation area. ouch ouch ouch!
after that i went to the prayer meeting which was reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally good! everyone should go to prayer meetings and then the world would be a much better place.
well... yes. bye bye now!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/19/2004 09:55:00 PMTuesday, May 18, 2004
i don't want to go to school tomorrowÂ
i had this battered fish for dinner. it was really nice. i've finished my dahling Bergdorf Blondes book (bimbo! bimbo!) and i am sad because i have nothing else to read now, other than re-reading all my shopaholic books.
my hands feel very yucky and dusty because i just cleaned my room!!! yes, i did. and it actually is clean, i promise. school was incredibly tiring because i sat in the auditorium between jo and xiaos, who was sitting next to kim. there should be this rule that i should never sit next to xiaos because we can never ever pay attention.
sitting next to xiaos resulted in this:
me getting scolded twice by a chemmy teacher for misbehaving (i can't help it if i talk...)
my palm covered in black ink - xiaos' interpretations of KTV 10 cent stamps
xiaos getting a belly dancer picture on her hand, courtesy of me
anyway, my mom is walking around the house, occasionally giving me these awful incredulous glances that imply, "ARE YOU SURE YOU REALLY CLEANED YOUR ROOM?!" ha, mom! go and see!!! gogogogogo!!!
i'm bored. goot buy!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/18/2004 07:54:00 PM
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my hands feel very yucky and dusty because i just cleaned my room!!! yes, i did. and it actually is clean, i promise. school was incredibly tiring because i sat in the auditorium between jo and xiaos, who was sitting next to kim. there should be this rule that i should never sit next to xiaos because we can never ever pay attention.
sitting next to xiaos resulted in this:
me getting scolded twice by a chemmy teacher for misbehaving (i can't help it if i talk...)
my palm covered in black ink - xiaos' interpretations of KTV 10 cent stamps
xiaos getting a belly dancer picture on her hand, courtesy of me
anyway, my mom is walking around the house, occasionally giving me these awful incredulous glances that imply, "ARE YOU SURE YOU REALLY CLEANED YOUR ROOM?!" ha, mom! go and see!!! gogogogogo!!!
i'm bored. goot buy!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/18/2004 07:54:00 PMMonday, May 17, 2004
the downfalls of dehydrationÂ
you tend to drink a lot of water.
in my case, too much.
you figure out the rest.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/17/2004 09:56:00 PM
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in my case, too much.
you figure out the rest.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/17/2004 09:56:00 PMmy molecule of wisdom will be impartedÂ
hello, hello! it's only 5:22 pm and it feels like i've gone through this day twenty times. not like many people read this and appreciate what i'm typing right now (i understand if you don't because it's going to be whining), but it really does feel very good to type all the crappy bits of my day out.
firstly, never, ever read a book on the bus. not only does that give you the world's worst migraine ever, the bus will occasionally jerk (doesn't the word occasion look so weird all of a sudden?) and the page that you were sooo absorbed in will be lost as you fumble for the page.
secondly, never, ever sit right at the back of the bus where there is all this nasty and... graphically displayed acts of vandalism, better known as graffiti. in my case, i was sitting on this most unfortunate seat that faced a... a... it's too vile to write or explain here, so i'll leave it to your imagination.
thirdly, never, ever bite your lip in the same place five times. my pathetic lip is "living" proof, because at the width of my ulcer, you'd be surprised i can even move it.
and lastly, my dear crickers, never, ever combine all three together.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/17/2004 05:21:00 PM
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firstly, never, ever read a book on the bus. not only does that give you the world's worst migraine ever, the bus will occasionally jerk (doesn't the word occasion look so weird all of a sudden?) and the page that you were sooo absorbed in will be lost as you fumble for the page.
secondly, never, ever sit right at the back of the bus where there is all this nasty and... graphically displayed acts of vandalism, better known as graffiti. in my case, i was sitting on this most unfortunate seat that faced a... a... it's too vile to write or explain here, so i'll leave it to your imagination.
thirdly, never, ever bite your lip in the same place five times. my pathetic lip is "living" proof, because at the width of my ulcer, you'd be surprised i can even move it.
and lastly, my dear crickers, never, ever combine all three together.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/17/2004 05:21:00 PMSunday, May 16, 2004
we go internationalÂ
(we owe the little portion under africa to kaylaaaa!)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/16/2004 06:18:00 PMaddicted to mister salty krafts handi-snacksÂ
it's been a really long time since i got my ears pierced. two and a half months later, my right ear decides to bleed when i try to jab in a different earring.
the cd i just burnt is angry, angsty and bad, probably because it has lots of finch in it. i think i'll throw it away.
ben & jerry's did a runner on me. just when my mom and dad were all geared up to fork up money to buy us some lovely pints of it, cold storage ran out.
i feel inexpicably grumpy for no reason and feeling that makes me feel guilty. feely feely.
a depressing song is playing now - saves the day, "at your funeral". i mean, the title says it all, doesn't it? deletedeletedelete!
i've just finished my pack of handi-snacks (not the entire box, but one... handi-snacks thing.)
ok! nice song now - allister, "don't think twice".
this is an awful post. bye bye now, i think i'll go into my room to hibernate until God decides it should snow in singapore.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/16/2004 05:41:00 PM
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the cd i just burnt is angry, angsty and bad, probably because it has lots of finch in it. i think i'll throw it away.
ben & jerry's did a runner on me. just when my mom and dad were all geared up to fork up money to buy us some lovely pints of it, cold storage ran out.
i feel inexpicably grumpy for no reason and feeling that makes me feel guilty. feely feely.
a depressing song is playing now - saves the day, "at your funeral". i mean, the title says it all, doesn't it? deletedeletedelete!
i've just finished my pack of handi-snacks (not the entire box, but one... handi-snacks thing.)
ok! nice song now - allister, "don't think twice".
this is an awful post. bye bye now, i think i'll go into my room to hibernate until God decides it should snow in singapore.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/16/2004 05:41:00 PMFriday, May 14, 2004
the insignificance of postsÂ
will be displayed here.
i feel like posting something, even though i haven't got much to talk about. well, let's see... i woke up at 11:30 today (it's like the standard time for me now), had this:
and this:
for breakfast.
and then i had nonya food for lunch somewhere in the city and had a smoothie and then a few haribo gummies.
i've run out of things to say. hyuk hyuk hyuk! bye bye now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/14/2004 07:04:00 PM
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i feel like posting something, even though i haven't got much to talk about. well, let's see... i woke up at 11:30 today (it's like the standard time for me now), had this:
and this:
for breakfast.
and then i had nonya food for lunch somewhere in the city and had a smoothie and then a few haribo gummies.
i've run out of things to say. hyuk hyuk hyuk! bye bye now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/14/2004 07:04:00 PMThursday, May 13, 2004
HA, MEG, HA!Â
i just got off the phone with her.
anyway, OHHH I FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO TYPE!!! uh.... quiche lorraine for dinner!!!!! :D (ha tim, it's my turn!) i watched win a date with tad hamilton today and it felt so incomplete when it ended! i mean, what happened to tad hamilton? angela the bartender? and most importantly, the receptionist at the motel tad stayed at???
oh, the perplexing questions.
oooh it's dinner now! bye bye! (late dinner and i'm starving... as in, like, oh my gosh, *ving!! hahahhaha!!
*ahem* anyway fare thee well, fellow critterers. (and kim, you DID deserve that whack.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/13/2004 08:12:00 PM
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anyway, OHHH I FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO TYPE!!! uh.... quiche lorraine for dinner!!!!! :D (ha tim, it's my turn!) i watched win a date with tad hamilton today and it felt so incomplete when it ended! i mean, what happened to tad hamilton? angela the bartender? and most importantly, the receptionist at the motel tad stayed at???
oh, the perplexing questions.
oooh it's dinner now! bye bye! (late dinner and i'm starving... as in, like, oh my gosh, *ving!! hahahhaha!!
*ahem* anyway fare thee well, fellow critterers. (and kim, you DID deserve that whack.)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/13/2004 08:12:00 PMWednesday, May 12, 2004
a few days lateÂ
i never posted this but i meant to on monday: (click to see)
click click clack
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/12/2004 04:49:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/12/2004 04:49:00 PMso much for freedomÂ
MY EXAMS ARE OVER!!! i feel so freeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)
but freedom comes with a hefty price... and that's pure, unadulterated boredom.
i think i'm about to cry from that affliction.
i'm saying hi to my granny on the phone now! she sounds so happy for someone who just had an operation on her spinal cord... talk about crying. anyway that's all i did yesterday - spent the time in hospital standing around and reading a magazine and laughing at whatever weird stuff she said. grannies are soooo lovable (soppy paragraph)
ayayahahaiaiajakakwowpapapa.
bye bye for now.
- bored-and-crying ruth (ohh, the pain of freedom...)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/12/2004 04:38:00 PM
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but freedom comes with a hefty price... and that's pure, unadulterated boredom.
i think i'm about to cry from that affliction.
i'm saying hi to my granny on the phone now! she sounds so happy for someone who just had an operation on her spinal cord... talk about crying. anyway that's all i did yesterday - spent the time in hospital standing around and reading a magazine and laughing at whatever weird stuff she said. grannies are soooo lovable (soppy paragraph)
ayayahahaiaiajakakwowpapapa.
bye bye for now.
- bored-and-crying ruth (ohh, the pain of freedom...)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/12/2004 04:38:00 PMTuesday, May 11, 2004
literatureÂ
book i am attempting to read now: the autograph man, zadie smith
what i have to say about aforementioned book: well, it would really help if i actually understood it. you see, we live in a world where certain acclaimed authors now write books in this format:
1. a clever play with fonts
2. pictures littered around the three hundred pages
3. a setting described only as a century ago
4. complicated phrases only the intellectually inclined can understand
5. complicated phrases arranged in verse
6. complicated phrases arranged in verses that are disjointed
7. incomplete sentences
8. odd characters that no one can identify with
9. religious intonations but to do with judaism
10. i can't think of a ten, but then it'd look so incomplete
you know, maybe i should just stick to my fluffy bimbo books... not that there's much substance in them, but i sure understand them a whole lot more.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/11/2004 01:19:00 PM
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what i have to say about aforementioned book: well, it would really help if i actually understood it. you see, we live in a world where certain acclaimed authors now write books in this format:
1. a clever play with fonts
2. pictures littered around the three hundred pages
3. a setting described only as a century ago
4. complicated phrases only the intellectually inclined can understand
5. complicated phrases arranged in verse
6. complicated phrases arranged in verses that are disjointed
7. incomplete sentences
8. odd characters that no one can identify with
9. religious intonations but to do with judaism
10. i can't think of a ten, but then it'd look so incomplete
you know, maybe i should just stick to my fluffy bimbo books... not that there's much substance in them, but i sure understand them a whole lot more.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/11/2004 01:19:00 PMMonday, May 10, 2004
stole this from jo:Â
WELL. golly gee, how could they have guessed?
hahahhahahahaahahahhahaha
now i don't know if this is uncanny or i should be insulted, considering how bad sum 41 is. (not their music, that's fantastic, i meant the words):
now that i have clogged my blog up with those lovely ... things, i will retreat to my bedroom with my box of corn pops. goodbye.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/10/2004 09:53:00 PM*growl*Â
I
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/10/2004 09:34:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/10/2004 09:34:00 PMso swankyÂ
wow. this is a whole new experience being on a new site and everything... so odd. anyway i just got home from a wondrous hectic shopping spree! well... actually a grocery shopping spree, but it was still a lot of fun, especially since i got my corn pops and other junk foodie things (although corn pops are cereals, come to think of it...) that can wish me happiness to fatdom. yayyyy!
i've run out of things to say already.
i've almost got no papers left to do and i feel like i'm free!!!!
and... well, i suppose i also behave like i am, even though i have one lit paper left on wednesday, but then again since it's the last paper it isn't very pompous and isn't going to end with a bang unlike the post-bio rush i felt today. hyuk hyuk hyuk!
ok now. yes meg, you need to POST MORE. bye!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/10/2004 09:26:00 PM
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i've run out of things to say already.
i've almost got no papers left to do and i feel like i'm free!!!!
and... well, i suppose i also behave like i am, even though i have one lit paper left on wednesday, but then again since it's the last paper it isn't very pompous and isn't going to end with a bang unlike the post-bio rush i felt today. hyuk hyuk hyuk!
ok now. yes meg, you need to POST MORE. bye!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/10/2004 09:26:00 PMSunday, May 09, 2004
this is what i do when i should really be studying biology:Â
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/09/2004 03:55:00 PMFriday, May 07, 2004
getting carried away with the scannerÂ
clickety click clack cluck clock!
here's what i did during my math paper today:
click me!
and here's what i did during my chinese paper a while back:
and here's what i do when i have nothing better to do:
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/07/2004 04:12:00 PM
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here's what i did during my math paper today:
click me!
and here's what i did during my chinese paper a while back:
and here's what i do when i have nothing better to do:
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/07/2004 04:12:00 PMfreedom for a pitiful periodÂ
highlight of my day:
i got a hand cramp from writing too much for literature.
but other than that, today was spent being hyperpsychoticspastic in school, and going mad because i have 3 papers left! hyuk hyuk hyuk!!!
*snort*
you know, i really don't get why the literary world is so in love with william shakespeare. firstly, nothing much he wrote in his plays make any sense:
"Yea, there thou mak’st me sad and mak’st me sin
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father to so blest a son—
A son who is the theme of honour’s tongue,
Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,
Who is sweet Fortune’s minion and her pride—
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him
See riot and dishonor stain the brow
Of my young Harry."
hmmm. and on top of that, what IS with the language? doth we ne'er hath need to know? please, shakespeare is, like, so five centures ago.
and while i'm on the topic of william, why is the nickname for william bill?
william gates
william clinton
billiam
will
billiawilliam
billions of billiams
ohh, now i get it. look at how versatile that name is!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/07/2004 03:51:00 PM
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i got a hand cramp from writing too much for literature.
but other than that, today was spent being hyperpsychoticspastic in school, and going mad because i have 3 papers left! hyuk hyuk hyuk!!!
*snort*
you know, i really don't get why the literary world is so in love with william shakespeare. firstly, nothing much he wrote in his plays make any sense:
"Yea, there thou mak’st me sad and mak’st me sin
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father to so blest a son—
A son who is the theme of honour’s tongue,
Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,
Who is sweet Fortune’s minion and her pride—
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him
See riot and dishonor stain the brow
Of my young Harry."
hmmm. and on top of that, what IS with the language? doth we ne'er hath need to know? please, shakespeare is, like, so five centures ago.
and while i'm on the topic of william, why is the nickname for william bill?
william gates
william clinton
billiam
will
billiawilliam
billions of billiams
ohh, now i get it. look at how versatile that name is!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/07/2004 03:51:00 PMThursday, May 06, 2004
stupid insipidityÂ
that word is in my head!
insigsdisdpipdspidsinsidnispsdisindspdisnpdi!
Doing literature notes is no fun at all, and my mom and dad have been on my back nagging at me relentlessly ever since i woke up.
"Are you studying?"
"You haven't made your bed!"
"Your room is soooo untidy!"
AAAAAAAHHHHHH they're doing construction work outside or whatever it is and IT'S SO LOUD AND NOISY AND RRRRRRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/06/2004 06:00:00 PM
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insigsdisdpipdspidsinsidnispsdisindspdisnpdi!
Doing literature notes is no fun at all, and my mom and dad have been on my back nagging at me relentlessly ever since i woke up.
"Are you studying?"
"You haven't made your bed!"
"Your room is soooo untidy!"
AAAAAAAHHHHHH they're doing construction work outside or whatever it is and IT'S SO LOUD AND NOISY AND RRRRRRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/06/2004 06:00:00 PMTuesday, May 04, 2004
SPECIAL REQUESTÂ
a description of my day? ok mister, you got it.
5:15 am: woke up, mom dragged me to bathroom, had a nice shower, got dressed for school, ate breakfast, did my hair in less than five minutes (yes guys, it's true, i do NOT take an hour), ran down to get the schoolbus
6:55 am: got to school, dragged myself to class with one eye half open and the other firmly shut
7:something am: assembly, spent the whole time fidgeting and staring at trees
7:50 am: entered the hall of death for english comprehension paper (that was nice to do)
9:45 am: made it out of hall of death alive, congratulate me
see now you've gone offline but i still am dutiful enough to finish typing this dreary thing... tut!
10:00 am: went for recess, had nice spicy food
10:20 am: went back to class with christine, had lovely chemistry (chemoistry) (yuck) cramming session
10:50 am: re-entered hall of death for second round of torture - chemistry multiple choice questions
12:05 pm: let out of h.o.d. for five minutes
12:10 pm: re-re-entered h.o.d. for third round of merciless brain torture
- in which during this time duration i nearly died of overchemming -
2:05 pm: finally released from the clutches of death, get a ride from sam to town
3:15 pm: reach home, have macaroni for lunch
4:00 pm: laze, math, laze, math, chocolate biscuit, math, laze, email, math, laze
6:40 pm: leave house for dinner at beach
6:50 pm: entered gelare where i had cappucino ice cream on a fluffy, freshly-made waffle
7:50 pm: walked home with mom and dad, on the way back gazed longingly at the sweet puppies that littered the beach (I! WANT!)
8:00 pm: got home, mathed for a little while
8:30 pm: actually, mathed for quite a while
8:45 pm: couldn't resist the temptations of going online
9:30something pm: got a request for a recap of my day
9:58 pm: still online
9:59 pm: with no intentions of going offline anytime soon
10:00 pm: kim just said "gluten bye" to me. ever since she got hold of the powerpuff girls song it's been rah-rah-ing madness on her part the whole time i've talked to her.
ok mit/imt/tim, the band i want to see in concert tomorrow night is... (i should make this a lucky draw sort of thing because my memory is failing me)
oh yuck, this itty bitty bug just landed on my finger. ha, i blew it off!! ha, ha! get it? BLEW IT OFF!! ha, ha!
hmmm. ok. must go off now, mom looking a little mad. goodnight!
it's actually 10:12 pm now but blogger hates me and won't let me post this. *sulk*
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/04/2004 10:17:00 PM
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5:15 am: woke up, mom dragged me to bathroom, had a nice shower, got dressed for school, ate breakfast, did my hair in less than five minutes (yes guys, it's true, i do NOT take an hour), ran down to get the schoolbus
6:55 am: got to school, dragged myself to class with one eye half open and the other firmly shut
7:something am: assembly, spent the whole time fidgeting and staring at trees
7:50 am: entered the hall of death for english comprehension paper (that was nice to do)
9:45 am: made it out of hall of death alive, congratulate me
see now you've gone offline but i still am dutiful enough to finish typing this dreary thing... tut!
10:00 am: went for recess, had nice spicy food
10:20 am: went back to class with christine, had lovely chemistry (chemoistry) (yuck) cramming session
10:50 am: re-entered hall of death for second round of torture - chemistry multiple choice questions
12:05 pm: let out of h.o.d. for five minutes
12:10 pm: re-re-entered h.o.d. for third round of merciless brain torture
- in which during this time duration i nearly died of overchemming -
2:05 pm: finally released from the clutches of death, get a ride from sam to town
3:15 pm: reach home, have macaroni for lunch
4:00 pm: laze, math, laze, math, chocolate biscuit, math, laze, email, math, laze
6:40 pm: leave house for dinner at beach
6:50 pm: entered gelare where i had cappucino ice cream on a fluffy, freshly-made waffle
7:50 pm: walked home with mom and dad, on the way back gazed longingly at the sweet puppies that littered the beach (I! WANT!)
8:00 pm: got home, mathed for a little while
8:30 pm: actually, mathed for quite a while
8:45 pm: couldn't resist the temptations of going online
9:30something pm: got a request for a recap of my day
9:58 pm: still online
9:59 pm: with no intentions of going offline anytime soon
10:00 pm: kim just said "gluten bye" to me. ever since she got hold of the powerpuff girls song it's been rah-rah-ing madness on her part the whole time i've talked to her.
ok mit/imt/tim, the band i want to see in concert tomorrow night is... (i should make this a lucky draw sort of thing because my memory is failing me)
oh yuck, this itty bitty bug just landed on my finger. ha, i blew it off!! ha, ha! get it? BLEW IT OFF!! ha, ha!
hmmm. ok. must go off now, mom looking a little mad. goodnight!
it's actually 10:12 pm now but blogger hates me and won't let me post this. *sulk*
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/04/2004 09:30:00 PMMonday, May 03, 2004
another potential career:Â
notebook catchphrases are a lucrative business.
so IMAGINATIVE! so FLOWERFUL! so CREATIVENESS!!! pretty flower roll on moon say starry nights glamour ~
glitz and glamorr encompass green field of brightness glows
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/03/2004 07:36:00 PM
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so IMAGINATIVE! so FLOWERFUL! so CREATIVENESS!!! pretty flower roll on moon say starry nights glamour ~
glitz and glamorr encompass green field of brightness glows
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/03/2004 07:36:00 PMouch, ouch, ouchÂ
i think i have sleep and insecticide and an eyelash in my left eye, at the same time.
i have sleep because... well, because. and i have insecticide because i was busy exterminating those evil mosquitoes that have plagued my legs with red bumps, and an eyelash because my eyelashes seem to like coming out of my eyelid and going into my eye.
maybe it's like a disneyland for them, i don't know.
ouch.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/03/2004 07:02:00 PM
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i have sleep because... well, because. and i have insecticide because i was busy exterminating those evil mosquitoes that have plagued my legs with red bumps, and an eyelash because my eyelashes seem to like coming out of my eyelid and going into my eye.
maybe it's like a disneyland for them, i don't know.
ouch.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/03/2004 07:02:00 PMSunday, May 02, 2004
no one will ever have a better surprise than this...Â
My brother Reuben is BACK FROM SYDNEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my mom and dad knew ALL ALONG that he was gonna be back for a day but they didn't tell me and i was having the crappiest day yesterday and AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's leaving tonight but it doesn't matter cos HE'S HERE NOW!!!!!#@#!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/02/2004 05:39:00 PM
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aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my mom and dad knew ALL ALONG that he was gonna be back for a day but they didn't tell me and i was having the crappiest day yesterday and AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's leaving tonight but it doesn't matter cos HE'S HERE NOW!!!!!#@#!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/02/2004 05:39:00 PMSaturday, May 01, 2004
billionaire boys clubÂ
can you believe that's actually a band with a record label and sponsors and everything?
anyway, i have this awful ulcer at the side of my mouth. it hurts to yawn so i'm tearing very furiously at the pain of not being able to yawn and how much it does when i try to.
bonjela sucks.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/01/2004 02:34:00 PM
anyway, i have this awful ulcer at the side of my mouth. it hurts to yawn so i'm tearing very furiously at the pain of not being able to yawn and how much it does when i try to.
bonjela sucks.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 5/01/2004 02:34:00 PM
