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Thursday, December 30, 2004

second last day of the year and i 

bought a spongebob squarepants tee meant for little kids. the problem is that i don't know if i'll fit into it but oh well, it was so fanatic and un-me i decided to buy it. i mean, make my mom buy it for me. meg is back on wednesday! :D


i felt pretty...


and so did rach.

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Monday, December 27, 2004

tsunami bomb takes on a whole new meaning 

people dead: 150
i was eating at hard rock cafe yesterday afternoon

people dead: 7000
before i went to sleep

people dead: 12 000
when i woke up

people dead: 23 000
when i got home from parkway

this is really scary. here i am enjoying thai food for dinner and there are mothers in sri lanka wailing and going hysterical over their dead children. it's almost too depressing to watch the news (that's why i'm here). i wish i had 5 million bucks to send to those countries but alas, such worldly possessions are not mine to give freely.

5 new books: the lovely bones, the sinner, the bone collector, a maiden's grave, the coffin dancer. (what is wrong with me? what happened to all my fluffy books?)

i wonder if tsunami bomb will change their name, you know, in respect to all these dead people. at least all of this wasn't a human act.





What is your Wedding Info?
Name / Username 
You will be married in the year: 2006
Your Song Will Be: Don't wanna close my eyes(Aerosmith)
Main Color Will Be: dark violet
You WIll Marry: Someone Famous
Your Honeymoon will be at: Hawaii
You will end up: Staying together


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Saturday, December 25, 2004

MERRAUA CHIREMSTERSAS!!!! 

i mean, merry christmas!!

t33 h33, i @m s0 @w3s0m3.

all they've been showing on tv have been lousy b-grade movies such as the flight of the reindeer and the christmas shoes and other random movies i've never heard of. we're all in our jammies and it's 1:41!!! :D yay!

well... oh, right. we went to my grandaunt's house for dinner last night, which was very good except i came home and had a tummy ache. we also watched csi till 2 am. and the presents! i got a shirt that was... was... funny. it had a pink ribbon around the neckline. a baby pink ribbon with a pattern.

i had pieces of chicken for breakfast.

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Friday, December 24, 2004

cornerstone 

i wish singapore could have a cornerstone festival too :(

and beloved is breaking up. why do all these nice bands just... break up? anyway, i still want a cornerstone festival to happen here. or at least a band i like to play here.
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Thursday, December 23, 2004

my mom understands the term "screamy", even though it doesn't exist 

meg is alive!!! nice to see some signs of her around here. it's been boring... well, relatively. i just got back from one of those running errand days, which have been almost everyday.


everyone should also go and watch that.

i went to arab street with rachel and jeanne yesterday, and we ended up buying a heap of sequins and 5 yards of cloth. organza, to be precise. i also had to carry a bag that had a picture of the airport, merlion, whatnots that tourists love about singapore, that said "WELCOME TO SINGAPORE!" rachel stayed over which was fun because we watched 4 episodes of CSI in a row (that got my dad a little riled up) till 12:10 a.m. i had s'mores for breakfast too, and that was weird.

great world city is a nice place to be during christmas because you don't get people walking into you.

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Monday, December 20, 2004

foe-toes 


don teaching me how to convince my brother to let his picture be taken


my brother looking gassed... no convincing was needed because he just got annoyed


half of my messy room


my preciouses


my cool bedroom slippers


amy! who was here for just a day

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christmashopping 

is a living nightmare, especially when:

- most (not all, but most is bad enough) singaporeans are the rudest bunch ever and walk into your arm(s)/leg(s)/bag/shopping because they think it's their right and YOU'RE in the way

- the singaporeans as above mentioned do not look at you apologetically, nor offer a verbal apology for bruising you and instead huff off

- 90% of the people you encounter as you shop are like the people as previously mentioned

- you run out of cash (it didn't happen to me, but let's just assume that awful scenario. people have their money, i have my mommy.)

however,thank God my mom is very fun to shop with... i mean, she can tolerate me going on and on and on about those people. she's amazing.

also, it is nice when you buy a heap of stuff for yourself. like a gingerbread snowman. it looks yummy and cute at the same time, which is kind of like a cow about to be slaughtered. that is a weird and possibly gross analogy, but you should get it.

the first 3 seasons of csi on dvd are in my possession!!! YAY!!! i still miss meg my everyday buddy, and i still want to bake christmas cookies. i ache, i creak, i am tired, and i think i'm going to eat my cute and yummy-looking gingerbread snowman.

ruth's boring calendar from the 20th of december to the 26th of december:

monday - christmas shopping with mom, watch 1 episode of csi.. or maybe 2. or 3.
tuesday - watch more csi, find "nice" recipe for christmas cookies
wednesday - brave arab street with rachel to buy cloth for the little kids' costumes for the play in january, rachel staying over
thursday - bake christmas cookies with rachel, watch csi with rachel, bid rachel farewell
friday - help my mom with her salad preparations for family thing at grandaunt's house at night
saturday is CHRISTMAS!!! - wake up late, watch shows on telly, eat christmas cookies (if they turn out alright and unburnt)
sunday - church and a possible trip to the lake's house with the parunts and rhoobarb.

right, gingerbread snowman that is cute and yummy-looking awaits me on the kitchen counter. this site is getting quiet. i mean, i don't speak in context of the underoath music, but seriously, do those strange army guys come here anymore? does anyone come here anymore? although it's pretty fun talking to myself :D

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Sunday, December 19, 2004

too many times 

i have listened to my precious underoath cd 6 times today. fully. thanks to the miracles of producers and bands out there now producing good music, my precious cd is only less than 36 minutes short. this is what happens when you mishear poetic lyrics that are meant to be deep but end up sounding stupid thanks to slight deafness:

misheard lyrics: you can't see past my wavy hair

actual lyrics: you can't see past my waving hands

you know, the actual lyrics sound pretty dumb, too. my social life has completely disintegrated and it's been fun lazing on the sofa with my mom and dad and brother (and bunny) watching the whole nine yards at 7:30 pm on a sunday night in my jammies.

we went to a baby's one-month-old birthday celebration thing today. you know, i think she's my little cousin... i don't understand the need for it, but one fine day when my non-existent baby as of now turns a month old, maybe i will.

oh! a good psalm i've never read before till friday night (the night when meg left and we squealed and screamed so much downstairs the people up in my house having homegroup heard all our babbling and sniffles... our little brouhaha):

Psalm 91

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the LORD , "He is my refuge and my fortress,

my God, in whom I trust."

   

Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare

and from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover you with his feathers,

and under his wings you will find refuge;

his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

You will not fear the terror of night,

nor the arrow that flies by day,

nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,

nor the plague that destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at your side,

ten thousand at your right hand,

but it will not come near you.

You will only observe with your eyes

and see the punishment of the wicked.

   

If you make the Most High your dwelling-

even the LORD , who is my refuge-

then no harm will befall you,

no disaster will come near your tent.

For he will command his angels concerning you

to guard you in all your ways;

they will lift you up in their hands,

so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;

you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

   

"Because he loves me," says the LORD , "I will rescue him;

I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.

He will call upon me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble,

I will deliver him and honor him.

With long life will I satisfy him

and show him my salvation."


that was nice. mom wants me to go christmas shopping with her tomorrow morning. so we won't have to battle the fierce crowds that haunt orchard road daily. and i miss meg. and i want to bake christmas cookies.

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Thursday, December 16, 2004

I'm underoath 

I have to make some solid and genuine resolutions.

Resolution #1

I, the Short Ruth, shall hereby keep to a personal resolution of not buying anymore cds until this year ends. And possibly till the end of January 2005. Oh dear me...

Resolution #2

I, the Short Ruth, shall hereby stop looking at people who wear funny clothes weirdly.

Resolution #3

I, the Short Ruth, shall hereby make it a habit to wash my dishes after every meal if the sink is empty. And occasionally when it's full, too. (Boy, that'd make my mom delirious.)

Resolution #4

I, the Short Ruth, shall hereby stop calling my rabbit Fat, even though he is. It is never nice to tell living matter they are fat.

Resolution #5

I, the Short Ruth, shall hereby honour my parents even when I don't feel like it, because feelings are not optional or acceptable as an excuse when it comes to being obedient. (In the light of the washing dishes thing, this should make mom and dad tremendously happy.)

Ok, I've run out of good and meaningful resolutions. I'm also trying to type properly in this post... it feels strange. We all know how "meaningful" my resolutions get when I run out of good ones to make and end up typing nonsense.

I had so much fun with Amy today! We literally rotted around town, she armed with her mother's credit card and I with my lovely $20 (which was spent on an Underoath cd. Ohhh, Underoath, I love you!!!!!!!!!! !!!!! !!!!!!!!!!) and our weird squeaky noises that made people stare. We also got scouted by a lady who asked us (excuse me? who are you kidding?) to be models. That was funny, if you were there. The absurdity of the proposition got the better of us and we cracked up in her face. Amy saw a cute guy in a pink shirt and a tunnel in his earlobe. That's why she said he was cute, but hey, he was. What is with the lack of good CD stores in Sing-A-Poor? I am utterly dismayed at the pitiful and most mediocre selection the CD stores have to offer us. I miss Amy already, because we had too many things in common and she was only here for less than a day. Sobbity Bobbity, I say!

My nose hurts, and a weird flea-like thing is jumping around me. I'm scared. And one day, when my guts get the better of me, I will pierce my nose in India. That is, if I ever make it there again.

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emo nemo 

while we're waiting for amy to get ready, i'm sitting here downloading music videos - legally, of course, off tooth and nail. showbread has the weirdest and funniest music video i've ever seen a screamo band make.

i woke up at 6 a.m. and i don't know why i didn't go back to sleep. anyway, amy is here and she's a little bit taller than me (ugh, and she's 14... my height genes have completely failed me) and she's an emo girl. well, sort of.

emoemoemoemoemoemoemoemroemormeormeomeomeomoe

we are off to town! yippee skippy! yippee pippy!






-----------------------------------------------------------------------goodbye.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2004

"Bounce-A-Bubble!" 

i am forever haunted by that catchphrase that my brother liked to repeat in accompaniment with the advertisement that played that line every thirty seconds. was my dad's day off today and so we went to the expo today, which was big and weird and very unsingapore (maybe because it was so quiet and the place was actually big) to take a look at the badly named christmas village.

not much of a village that was, considering there was a high metal roof above our heads and an annoying man blaring over the loudspeakers - rooby thought he was talking to himself, but we didn't see the small children on stage till later - and nasty people so oblivious of little girls (like me) standing in front of them and in the process of being oblivious walked into them (like me) without apologizing. i would really like to give them a massive piece of my mind - and take it back, of course - the next time it happens.

i am talking to meg online and it's funny how not being online for 5 days affects you because i don't know how to type very well right now. i am typing at my slowest, which is quite tiring.

a picture of my brother in his glory days with his little wooden board:



i have cold toes! my toes are cold! cold are my toes! my toes have coldness!

we have been doing our groceries a lot for some odd reason. maybe it's because my mom thinks there are such great steals at the supermarkets, or maybe it's just fun.

we are commentless! almost tagless! cooties is going down, baby. who even reads this anymore? oh, kiyoko and liz and bj, so says meg. you good fellas.

i just watched more than half of a motown dvd, and boy can they play music. it has made me not like singers not very much because it's the muzak that makes it. i can't believe i just said that. anyway, it's true. the music maketh a man. and woman.

i've also been reading a ton of theology and apologetic books, which have made my mind fuzzy but have made me love God a million times more. i mean, islam is the religion of force. the muslims don't know if they'll even make it to paradise - where only wine and sex and women await them... nasty - because their allah only decides if they will be let in if he wants to. and buddhism - they have no final existence, in that belief. they just keep being reincarnated again and again and again until they fall into non-existence, which is just so sad. what is there to look forward to, if not death and a non-life, in that religion? actually, buddhists don't even believe in a god. hinduism has the same concept of karma and rebirth, and i am severely sad of how many millions of people follow these gods that don't exist when they can receive a salvation that is FREE.

i had to let that out, because my mom just looked at me and nodded when i told her. anyway, dinner time now. yippee skippy. and also a girl called amy winiata from new zealand is coming for a day (tomorrow) at 4:30 a.m. i wonder if i'll have to go to the airport too. fare thee well, my onions.

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Thursday, December 09, 2004

dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn 

the demise of the

supertones.

HOW COULD THEY?!?!?! AGDHSDGNAMSIGLAK!!!!!!!!! MY LOVES!!!!!!!!! they are disintegrating! splitting up! going different ways!

HOW COULD THEY?!!?!?!@!?!@??827464HJTG,DG

i mourn, weep, wail.

anyway, i got this today which was very lovely of my dad (also met anna at trumpet, she was trying to look for a secret santa present):



6 cds for $40!!!!! what a steal!!!!!

i will not get over the breaking up of the supertones until they reunite. which is, say... never.
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Wednesday, December 08, 2004

ruth gripes 



create your own visited country map

why are free-sized socks unable to fit my feet? it is horribly unfair for people (like me) with horizontally-challenged feet (like me) to have to be duped into buying free sized socks, when in actual fact, they DON'T FIT. free for all? i think not.

i graced ics with my presence today, which was actually quite fun. meg home-dyed my hair last night which was fun because i got to sit there and do nothing and then it was a nightmare to wash out. i sat through classes where teachers thought i was a mom/new student/random stranger/ruth/pat (i have no idea why mr goode thought i was pat, but oh well) and i read my book and took stupid pictures. in fact, a lot of pictures were taken (i think i can compile a memoir) but they're in meg's camera and i'm at home and well...

anyway, i'm tired. i went shopping yesterday with my mumsy (i suddenly have this image of a flower in my head) and i bought a very nice jacket and black corduroy pants from zara and then we went around for a long time and then... you know what, i'm too tired to think of what else we did.

my toes are cold, and my brother just got a really strange email from his housemate (his name is toffee - for real - and you'll find his journal in my brother's links). guut night.

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Monday, December 06, 2004

peer pressure of one person's doing 

That Qool Quiz All Ma Homies Gotta Take, ... Yo.
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Sunday, December 05, 2004

slay-bells ring (who be killed next?) 

right, the last time i typed anything out was about lisa. i love lisa. she's a happy girl who likes her snoopy toy. that's her looking cute and cute next to uncute me (courtesy of my brother's phone and his blog).



i spent friday night at ibc for the ics christmas programme which was better than last years but the food was gone too quick, and a lot of weird pictures were taken, and meg and bj and i (ever the gooseberry) walked from farrer road to bukit timah, all along one long road with huge houses on either side. amay-zing, considering we could have taken 174 from the stop outside ibc to serene centre, where me and meg got a little carried away eating fries and spazzing out and talking to my imaginary friend who was sitting next to me.

saturday was nice, we had a good worship practice with rooby, and then rach and meg and i attempted to watch a movie (we even got into the line) but we decided that only the rubbish movies were out and so we went to thai express for a very nice lunch. and then meg and i went to parkway and rented three movies - unbreakable (which sucked), envy (hollywood with morals... oxymoronic but it was funny), and insomnia (which i haven't watched yet, because we ran out of time last night and i don't plan on watching it alone).

i've been hired by rachel's mom! i have a job! i get to talk to strangers! yippee, and i will get paid for calling restaurants to tell them to send over a health form, and for entering data into little boxes on the computer. hahhsraffahafnah.

let's get rhoobarbie to say something:

"..."

my brother always has something nice to say. anyway, i've run out of things to say, and no one wants to clog up internet space with nonsense and jabberwocky, hmmm?

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Thursday, December 02, 2004

lisa 

it's been a long day and a half with lisa, my godsister, and she is only leaving tomorrow.

anyway, we are having a very nice aussie couple (chad and jaye) over for dinner (the parents are talking to them now) and aaaaaah their baby (ebony jade) is so cute and happy and gurgly and slobbery and SHE IS SO CUTE! babies make me googly sometimes, especially happy ones. we had salad for dinner.

sometimes i wonder what is up with my mom - one minute she is force-feeding lettuce down my oesophagus, and the next she demands why i didn't finish eating the mint slices. abrglueafmagmnasgmsg.

the two couples are discussing the term "free-thinker" now, while i sit here and type and upload my average joe inpiring cd and lisa is inside my room probably lighting things on fire. oh, she says she is going to do her "glass decor"... splendid.

i hope kayla comes for christmas! she better. if i can't go there, she can come here. it's easy. :D watched the incredibles a-g-a-i-n today, yippee skippy. also went grocery shopping which is always fun since i get to pester my mom for unnecessary items such as a huge slab of mozarella cheese that is sitting happily in my fridge now. that was a long sentence with lousy grammar structure...

hahhhahaha

thinking of grammar at a time like this

time like this = time to laze and upload more cds

have you ever heard of a band called japancakes? now you have, and you'll wish you hadn't. they can cause death (i didn't believe stephen at first, but i do now. i saw my life flash before my eyes as i listened to 5 seconds of the song that is still in my itunes for unknown reasons) anyone wants to listen? i'll gladly send you the song. spread the love, yo. i have nothing to do. the baby's wrapped up and sleeping so quietly so i can't make funny faces at her and make her drool and giggle. lisa is busying herself with her glass decor in my room and i do not want to disturb her, for fear she will shake the computer chair and demand what i'm doing on the computer instead of playing snap with her.

gloob haoakkk ahghhgg uwrrrrr annnvnqqq pafff

a special trip to the zoo is being planned. no, not to see the manatees/endangered gibbon monkeys or whatever they're called/dugongs/sea mammals/mammals/fishes/amphibians/things, but to have a scoop of ice cream at the first ben & jerry's store in singapore. i've already gotten hold of little zoo vouchers that get you 25% off the entrance fee. wow! awesome! amay-zing!

i slept awfully late last night trying to finish reading The Hundredth Man, a thriller about a psychopath who has a thing for beheading his victims and has a horrifying dark childhood secret...

maybe i could write blurbs for a living.

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