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rachel writes in disjointed sentences which resembles a 9 year old's work. I am the daydreamer on your SBS rides- with my head knocking against window panes whenever the bus jerks. I am going to compile all my quirky little dreams into a book & sell it. And yes, I want to be a millionaire. I have been living in Singapore all 15 years of my life. Studying in a relatively strict convent school has taught me the simple lessons of life: The Art of Bitchiness (& other survival skills.) Watching the Discovery Channel calms me down. |
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o Wednesday, March 6, 2002 o
Would you believe! Today I wore a $30, 000 diamond studded Bvlgari watch. I've never had anything worth so much on me before...!
» 11:40 p.m. o Tuesday, March 5, 2002 o After eating about 3272184219 (mini)chocolate easter eggs, I feel significantly happier. I have a feeling that this might be pyschological.. but ooooh well! Now I can feel the coffee swirling in my tummy.
Arghhhhh. Must. diet. Must. diet. Must diet. Haha.. Okay, I officially declare that Maths Makes Me Mad! (M to the power of 4!) How ingenious.
» 12:35 a.m. o Saturday, March 2, 2002 o HAHAHA, a very drunk Glenn just called. He said, "MY FRIENDS AND I ARE REALLY GETTING PISSED RIGHT NOW! IS THAT RACHEL RAAACHEL, IS THAT YOU? HELLOO? WHAT'S UP! HELLOO?" Could hear lots of female voices in the background too. Oh my! I know he's realllly high because he kept going on and on in his Aussie accent. SOOO freaky. And he got like his friends to come on the phone and all of them sounded so strange. "WHAAASSSUP! DIZZ RACHELL??" This drunk australian cheena boi is up to NO GOOD!
» 10:08 p.m. o Saturday, March 2, 2002 o Nothing can go wrong when you're under the stars, sipping Oreo Shakes with friends and listening to good acapella. This should be the life. ;)
Okay, I just had lagsane for brunch. Haha, I'm so shameless! And I thought I could go slow on the cheese for a while. Oo well.
» 11:34 a.m. o Friday, March 1, 2002 o Today, I conclude that there are a lot of weirdos (ironically, I am not referring to myself here) in my neighbourhood. Was walking next to this woman who began talking to herself, animated hand gestures and all. And on the bus, this mentally unstable guy started talking to me. This isn't the first time though, and it doesn't happen only to me. I've seen him talking to other (clearly freaked out) school girls. But I'm more or less used to it. Apart from looking, speaking, smelling really weird, I think he's harmless.
Just discovered that Stefani Sun redid Tori Amos' Silent All These Years and Patty Symthe's Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough. Not bad at all, I think I quite enjoy it! And I thought she was just another evanescent homegrown act. Hm, but I still think that she got her name from Gwen Stefani!! Heh..
» 05:20 p.m. o Friday, March 1, 2002 o This computer is craawling. The weather is so humid, and I'm full of bratty complains. Today I suffered utter humiliation. Perhaps I'll just blame it all on my eviiil twin. (I'm in class now, by the way.)
» 01:44 p.m. o Wednesday, February 27, 2002 o In the arms of Morpheus we lay abed,
Sweet restorer, in your caress,
// goodnight.
» 11:49 p.m. o Tuesday, February 26, 2002 o Wanted to take a photo of the fruit juices at BreadTalk, but the lady at the counter got really pissed at me. She kept shaking her head in dismay, giving me that "young people, nowadays ah..." look. Rrright. Anyway, I was at BT for a very special, top-secret mission today. Heh.
Tonight my ICQ is very busy. I have like 8 flickering messages! How weird is that!
» 10:40 p.m. o Tuesday, February 26, 2002 o I will not allow myself to be a zombie tomorrow morning!!!
» 12:44 a.m. o Monday, February 25, 2002 o Brought my baby to school today. Yep, my quad camera. Can't wait to develop the kick ass photos. Whoopee. My subjects included: Myself (but of course), people jumping, laughing, making a fool of themselves (they don't know this) and very fierce looking Indian gods. I was at Little India for lunch yesterday, and I am titled queen of papadums. I love the colours at Little India. The shophouses are painted in such vibrant reds and blues. So nice. I like, very much.
I am casted as Shan Shan in my class skit. Shan Shan has a speech disorder and is disliked by her school mates. Once again, I take (ok, I was given) the role of an outcast. Neato burrito. At least I get to hide behind (hopefully) a big book and perhaps a pair of gigantic spectacles.
Had a mug of coffee and about 4 (maybe 6, who knows) chocolate easter eggs just now. But me is sad grrl becuz there is physikk test tomoroe. I feel incredibly drained. Nyum Nyum nyyyuuum i feel a chill down my spine.
» 11:35 p.m. o Sunday, February 24, 2002 o Steal me.
» 10:55 p.m. o Tuesday, February 19, 2002 o Form teacher cut my school belt today. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." How retarded is that?
But I am not the least affected, no. Well, I am feeling slightly agitated tonight, although I have no idea why this is so. There is just a sense of foreboding that hangs in the air that leaves me so helpless. So helpless, and so wanting. :(
I shall change into my deep red, silk night dress, lie in bed and read my Indispensible Calvin and Hobbes until I fall asleep. Call me a hedonist if you may, but I derive great pleasure from the smallest of things. And no, darling, I wouldn't want to break your heart. Not if I have to. xo.
» 10:43 p.m. o Monday, February 18, 2002 o You know life is good when you suddenly chance upon a log of apple strudel in your refridgerator.
All of me, why not take all of me?
Can't you see, I'm no good without you? // You took the part that once was my heart, so why not take all of me?
My Dad has fantastic taste in music.
» 10:19 p.m. o Monday, February 18, 2002 o People around me keep telling me that I've changed. Ditzy, silly, too-damn-happy, bimbotic and annoyingly teenybopperish are just some of the common adjectives used to describe me now. Some say that they prefer me this way, others say they prefer the old, melancholic (BORING) me. I wonder what they mean by that. Maybe they think I'm getting too shallow. Does that mean I have to turn all angsty and suicidal again, eh?
Ah. I might not be able to provide you with answers, but I am sure of one thing: PURPLE IS GAY, therefore, WE LOVE PURPLE! Indeedy fetuccini!
You know, I've been living on a diet of cheese, wine and junk food for the past few days. I'm such a horrible girl and I know I ought to be terribly ashamed of myself. But you know what? I don't care! Fat is good. REMEMBER. RIOT, NOT DIET! (Sleeping way past my usual bed time has proved itself detrimental to my sanity. This is NOT my fault.)
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