Tamsin's Tripod Stand

2006-11-09T13:54:00.000+05:30

I have realized I am quite tired of the Vampire Chronicles (especially Lestat, C.B. that he is). I don't like David who appears much in Tale of the Body Thief which I am reading and I want Claudia. In person, er, vampire. Not one of Lestat's maddening hallucinations or dreams. I shall stop snd turn my attention to the progressing fight scene of the Underground. I've finally reached the bathroom!!!!!

Today the Perthers came back. This means that our class is no longer contaminated by Jonathan. Do you hear the people sing and shout out hooray? I have received a puffer with bulging eyes that can be squeezed out of their sockets. I squeezed for a very long time. They click when squished together. Miss Chan gave us nougat. Tay Lin demanded that it be pronounced as No- U- Gat.

Chen Lao Shi gave us paper and we cut out things. I cut out four little people and Squea was so amused she kidnapped them, stuck them in a bucket of the same colour, gave them six blue fish and bits of green grass to eat before abandoning them to the Table Sea. Trina presented Miss Chan with a yellow flower and an envelope (with the ensnared People In The Bucket) made by Squea. I presented her with my gay vampire. It wore purple and was called Dorian. Then the boys started to become rather, er, intimate, causing a great cry of "Gay!" They retaliated with cries of "Lesbian!" I laughed and laughed and wrote a fic about Armand and Marius. I think I'm secretly a slash writer at heart. At least it's canonical.

2006-11-06T18:49:00.000+05:30

In the past few days I have created a very violent fight scene in a hotel room, watched V for Vendetta, gotten drunk on awful beer that was probably spoilt, watched the last half of Flashdance, read finish Queen of the Damned (at last), started reading the Vampire Armand, become mortified at Armand's angelic countenance and thug's speech, decided I like the name Louis very much, pondered on whether Sands really did love Ajedrez, decided that El/Sands would be a very violent pairing if both got dead drunk ( one might decide to insert the significant comma, probably Sands), varnished different coloured blocks and my fingernails with matte varnish, considered dunking the nails in turpentine, realized I actually don't have turpentine, gotten my arm painted (double layers) bright orange from elbow to nails by an overly-enthusiastic Amanda, danced the hula and the can-can, bought Neverwhere, found a Good Omens copy for $14.75, done Math questions, felt like a secretary, painted the still overly-enthusiastic Amanda's hand dark blue, wrapped pens and certificates, yelled at that enojado escapee from a mental institution called Jonathan Ong and in general, behaved in a very normal manner. By my standards.

Today we were denied access to the cartoon about piggies by the computer. We searched, we opened and closed the drive, we downloaded Windows Media Player. The computer refused adamantly to show a pig, pink or no. And then Jonathan stormed the class announcing that he was gay and a nymphomaniac until he was threatened with Mr Quek. Telling the boy to shut up and sit down is like telling a white eraser not to be covered in pencil lead smudges after you erase an entire picture that took up an A4 sized paper. And then that little leming attempted to steal my grasshoppers. Sometimes I really feel I should bring a loaded revolver wherever I go. No, not a revolver, a machine gun. Maybe I should get a portable bazooka. And a punjabi lasso. And a meteor whip. And a mace. With spikes. And a large, black, waterproof plastic bag. This set is going to be a lot more scarier than a rusting penknife.

And I end may random ranting and railing. I wish I had enough money to buy a September hat.

2006-11-03T18:49:00.000+05:30

I have officially started my blog. I suppose I won't be a constant blogger, lazy creature that I am but I'll do it if something interesting happens. Yesterday was 2nd November, Los Dia de Los Muertos. I wish Singapore celebrated Spanish festivals. It would have been fun with all the banners and death-masked people parading around Orchard. And the sugar skulls. Can't forget the sugar skulls.

Bishan has an amazing Anne Rice collection. It also has a Terry Pratchett collection that takes up two shelves and a bit. Same with Anne Rice and Elizabeth Peters. Stephen King took up three. The total number of books by Neil Gaiman was zero.

We have lost Once Upon A Time In Mexico. There goes all chances of screen-capping the famous El Diablo and El Mariachi. And Carolina and Ajedrez. And Fideo and Lorenzo. And Robert Rodriguez's shots of pretty Mexican sky . And the Boy In The Yellow Shirt Who Sells Chewing Gum. The legend as Robert Rodriguez declared over the commentary. One of them at least. I hope he films a sequel. I wonder if he's ever entertained the possibility of... Nevermind.

I hereby end my first official post, short though it is. And the Underground shall rise.