monday night

Hmmm...there is a very very slim silver of a chance that bob dylan or paul or ringo might chance upon this webpage. After all it is available for anyone in the world to read. If you are reading, hi there...I wish we could be friends.

Today desiree and i and auntie went to book our tickets, finally! Places like Anchorage and Cleveland. "Anchorage, Alaska!" "Cleveland, Ohio!" Phrases that resound because of obsessive watching of a few tv shows.

LUSH changes my life. I used LUSH since yesterday, and it was absolutely sneakily fizzily invigorating. There are 3 bottles this time. One dark purple, one coconut-colored and one vermillion. The shampoo (SYLVIA STOUT) contains beer, stout (are those the same things?), cognac oil and lemon. It smells quite strange and revolting but it is oddly satisfying to use it and put up with the smell each time. The conditioner (COOLAULAMIN?) is thick, coconut-flavoured and smells delicious. The orange body wash is LUSH's signature soap/smell, called KARMA. It is citrus and lemon mixed with a 'secret blend of eastern spices', and it is supposed to be a calming shower. I come out of the shower smelling of coconut and sweet eastern spices. And when I wake up the next morning and just wet my hair in the bath the coconut smell emanates from my thick locks. And when i was out of the house my hair smelt of the cognac or beer. Yummy. Lovely fascinating fresh soaps!!!!!!

fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walkin blues
climb the fence, books and pens
i can tell that we are gonna be friends
i can tell that we are gonna be friends

walk with me, suzy lee
through the park, and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
safely walk to school without a sound
safely walk to school without a sound

sunday

I feel like all my attempts at blogging, at this writing exercise of sorts, are silly tries at expressing myself and when i read my friends' blogs it seems i can imagine them just saying those things like themselves.

Anyway, has anyone noticed that tian mi mi and once upon a dream (from lady and the tramp) are very similar? Though one is a chinese song and another is a rather classical and grand sort of english song, they're both about meeting someone in a dream.

Shi ni, shi ni, meng jian de jiu shi ni
zai na li, zai na li jian guo ni
(mango tree!)

and

I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you
the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And i know it's true
that visions are seldom all they seem
but if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream

Someone somewhere said "don't worry about your life", and I think I'm feeling the beginning of that this sunday. I can be an extreme worrier sometimes and as my mother very nicely likes to reminds me, when I was a baby, the doctor labelled me 'a vomitter' too. What an absurd and condemning label. Twice this week I just lay on the bed and sofa watching tennis male semi finals and finals for hours. It's funny how everytime it happens it started simply by chance. The first time I ever really watched tennis was a night in jc 2 when I turned on the tv just for some sound while I was brushing my teeth, and it was federer vs roddick and i had no idea who they were. I ended up watching the match till 2am. And then another time it was federer (curly haired swiss who remains extremely calm and pushes his curls back gently) vs nadal (long-haired warrior looking intense spanish). And a few days ago i chanced upon nadal vs gonzalez (hamster-like chilean), and then just had to watch roddick (crazy funny american guy) vs federer and then today federer vs gonzalez. I don't know anyone else who exists in the current tennis world but when you watch those you know they feel like friends you are rooting for. The clackety sound of the ball being hit and the hoof-like sounds of the feet on the ground and the pleasing green color of the court make it nice to watch. Sometimes i think i'd like nothing better than to lie on a bed for 3 hours straight watching tennis. In 10 things i hate about you, patrick said that he lived with his grandfather and cooked spaghetti (or something like that) and watched wheel of fortune for a year. Since hearing that i have fantasized about doing something like that. Like being in a sunny house surrounded by grass and flowers somewhere, for a year with little miss sunshine (elysia), nat and my sister, and painting and doing funny stuff all day and sleeping like safe babies at night. Oh boy that would be the loveliest, charmingest, funnest thing in the whole wide cloudy shitass world. Goodnight oh sucky world!

friday

I can tell that we are gonna be friends

Mad french class today when we had to role-play in a restaurant situation. The first group had difficult tourists, and one found a worm in her soupe, and she just kept saying 'C'est un mauvais restaurant' and laughing. And another guy, this vietnamese guy who is supposed to be difficult, told the manager he doesn't like his escargots, and the manager said but you haven't tried it and he kept saying 'je sais je n'aime pas' and giggling and insisting and everyone went mad laughing at almost everything, or I did anyway. And the manager said 'je veux telephoner....neuf neuf neuf!' (i want to call 999)

I bought me tap shoes today!! Oh the clicking sound is so clackety clickety clippity. Finished reading the dharma bums today. I didn't know it but it was somewhat a book i always wanted to find, it will reside in the bottom of your heart and fill you up. Karma and nature and woods and the alive mountains and solitude and hiking and raisins and nuts and meditation and shacks. Yet this past week I just feel overwhelmed with the amount of errands to run and some work to do, that my heart always feels heavy or stressed. Waking up with heavy boots unrefreshed trying to get through the next day is just shit living. Going to try to change all this. Makes for a tainted sick soul that can't see anything important or do important things right.

sunday night

oh i wish i had a river i could skate away on

my father, sister (new nickname: CORDOVT: constipated obsessive rabbit displaying ominous violent tendencies. and she's proud of it.) and i went to kinokuniya as he had a $110 office voucher. i hungrily got 6 books. the last j.d. salinger book i havent read, wise children and love both by angela carter, the adventures of huckleberry finn, the last of the mohicans, and the unbearable lightness of being. mmmmmmmmm. to sit down with a stomach full of warm cookies in a snug armchair reading the days and nights away.

as we drove back a car intercepted the yellow box that i had the right of way to, and being impatient and curse-happy (as opposed to trigger-happy) i called him a pompous fat ass. and when i asked my father for directions he said 'okay follow that pompous fat ash.'

i had a dream that i killed a pedestrian in a car accident. it wasn't like a morbid fantasy like imagining your own funeral. it was the complete opposite because it was sickening and couldn't have been anything else. an inevitable feeling and then it happened and then you want to bury your face in your hands. it scares me that it could happen any day. driving is mentally unhealthy. it makes me think of death nearly every second. but i saw a light robin egg-blue vespa today with someone on it with orang-utan colored hair and a red backpack zooming off, and it looked incredible.

it's my mother's birthday. her mother gave her a box of cotton buds and she loves it. actually people's birthdays don't just concern them but also their parents and especially their mothers. this is really logical. wouldn't it be sad if no one celebrated the day people had their children? and celebrated the day people were born when they have no recollection of it except that they get presents and it feels nice?????

LOVE the power rangers song and how it's so crazy-rock. it's all jumping on the sofa with my brother all over again.

sneezing

There she was just walking down the street
Singing Do Wah Diddy Diddy Dum Diddy Do

The past few days have been like a floaty dream whereby I trod from one part of the house to another, sofa to bed to another bed, with stomach spasms. My best friend has been johnny. Dear Johnny. Who will surely be there when I get married too. Food poisoning aside from the insanely agonizing stomach spasms, is quite fun. Diarrhoea isn't too bad. Vomitting isn't too bad. Deep trances and sleep are nice. Mmmm. I lay around reading Superfudge. Remember that show???? With 'Pee-tah' and his little brother Fudge and the annoying Sheila Tubman. One of those lovely childhood shows, like the adventures of Alex Mack, or puzzle playhouse or enigma, or sabrina the teenage witch. My first day of recovery and I can't stop sneezing and blowing my nose. Wonderful. Also, I saw a dentist today about my wisdom teeth. Mmmm. The receptionist is extremely nice and friendly, speaking as if we are old friends. And the dentist looks like the chinese fair version of Rufus Sewell, but not evil, unless with lurking evil, and he has an old man's charm/whimsical gaze. And you get to bring your own dvd to watch when you're having extractions. Today was just advice and x-ray, and when I went there Click was on. 'it looked like a little tic-tac.' 'Why don't you come here and let me freshen your breath?' Anyhow, he played the eagles and some oldies and also had beach boys and billie holiday cds. And outside it was trees and there were flowers and nice books and a bear and such. It was like a dentist room out of childhood. So he said that extracting all 4 buried wisdom teeth would constitute an operation or surgery and would cost $3000. Hurray. My father asked me why I wrote our old house semi-d address and not our condo address with a block number 'because people who go to mount elizabeth must take off all their rolex and gold jewellery to get cheaper price'. I just knew I'd be one of those wisdom teeth people, i knew it so much i'm not even bitter. So here it is now. If I don't extract them soon they will soon impact the back molars, as 3 of them are facing molars and not upwards. So now the question is, if I do it there, what movie should I bring to watch while having my extraction? It has to be something that can be watched silent with english subtitles all the way, because that's the way it is. Out of all the movies I have....i heart huckabees? No, there's a semi sex scene. Too awkward when there's a man digging in your mouth with a woman holding a tube sucking saliva. I can't ruin my favourite movies by watching them silent all the way with english subtitles!!!!!!! Why can't Bob dylan or paul mccartney wander to singapore without anyone knowing? And sip tea somewhere or just pick their noses under the sun? It's 19 January, I'm 19 and it's time, it's ALWAYS TIME.

rain

I hope this rain doesn't stop anytime soon. The madness is so fun. Squealing schoolgirls, boys walking to busstops with umbrellas and people hurrying around. Tee hee hee. That day a blur looking boy with a red schoolbag came on the bus with a green umbrella with mustard polkadots. And today a boy was so anxious to run onto the bus when it stopped, past the inevitable curtain of rain, he ran on the spot twice before jumping onto the bus like a mad rodent. And flooded busstops and crying trees. Oh but the most magnificent part is seeing cars with their headlights on, whooshing on roads, with huge magnificent fans of water like big fins on their sides, so they look like great sharks cutting through the water, and when the rain is very heavy the world looks like an underwater world. And it is ever so cosy. Even though it is cold you feel warm and protected inside. However if I had a toddler daughter now I would be very worried that she will drown in the floods that might be shin-high or knee-high for us. Wet Wet Wet.

first day of school

SO.....-peers around with sneaky eyes- i got through the first day of school which was mainly composed of blank stares and yawns. the most exciting moment was realising that everyone else knew their results already except me as i didn't know i could check it online weeks ago and then checking it. I got 3 Bs, 2 B pluses, and an A- FOR ASTRONOMY. And I was only hoping to pass it though i did study hard on how white dwarf supernovas occur, and such, till my brain felt like it was going to have a nova of its own. So in the end lovely astronomy didn't let me down. Follow your heart and you won't be let down. 'There's nothing you could never do to ever let me down, just remember that i'll always love you' Badly Drawn Boy.

I just feel there is a brilliant idea waiting for me to discover that will lead me to a lovely cottage of roses and sunshine. Like something I can quit university and do and make money with....i am thinking and itching to find out. I really believe that with a couple of friends who like the same things, you can do something together and be happy. Since life is cruel, why not make it together? Dear people who are watching over me, please give me a sign and remember to greet me at the gates of heaven or wherever it is dead people hang out whimsically watching over living people, when I die. I need you now so let's not let each other down.

I miss my grandfather so much.

daydream believer

DAYDREAM BELIEVER

If i ever write a script or a story, it will be somewhat about me because i can't 'put myself in others' shoes' too hard and it will be called daydream believer, but i probably won't use the monkees' song daydream believer, or not all of it, because it's not really that nice. what does cheer up sleepy jean mean? no idea. maybe not listening hard enough. Everyone could write a story that is somewhat about themselves and this story would be good because it would be true and you could put everything you have in it, and have a short story. That would be nice. For the first time in years, today, i dont hate long hair and i want long hair to hide behind and peer at snaky crocodile blue-green eyes.

new year

I just came back from an all-cousins (minus baby) sleepover in my auntie's clean new house. As usual the boys just played computer games obsessively, and the girls lay in the room among all the cushy mattresses and blankets watching the highly colourful and moronic vivo city countdown. And when it was 2007, I know this sounds stupid, but then I felt sad that 2006 was over, sentimental fool. Last year I heard mindblowing music, watched movies and read much more, and became more crazily frustrated than I already was. Thanks, meself. And this year, today, I brought my sister to peirce her ears! Well actually it was supposed to be a sweet girly thing with her and nat doing it together but my auntie didn't allow it in the end so only sai sai did it. She sat nonchalantly, total opposite of my panicky self when I peirced mine years ago, and they just punched 2 tiny silver dollops on her ear. And instantly she looked prettier. Why is that? Help, my mental calendar can't think properly, too used to imagining days to the new year. Now it has to think in terms of days sprawling ahead and it can't. Richie Rich and Home Alone and Dumb and Dumber and My Boy. The kind of movies you need. Me, nat, sai sai and elysia have been having mad dancing sessions to the cd i got with the bob dylan mojo issue, featuring 'the genius of brian wilson', with beach boys songs done by other people. The Who singing Barbara Ann like hooligans ('BA BA BA, BA BARBARA ANN'). And our favourite, In My Room, sang by the Langley Schools Project, a bunch of school kids:

There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room, in my room, in my room.
In this world I conquer all my worries and my cares
In my room, in my room, in my room, in my room...

Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday

Now it's dark and I'm alone But I won't be afraid
In my room, in my room, in my room, in my room.

christmas presents

I got presents for my favourite little human beings in the world today. Sent by parents, armed with cash, determined to get each and every one of them something special to them, and to put my parents' money to good, fine use. What I got:

Sai Sai constipated rabbit sister: blue gypsy sling bag with bead chain and little beads and sequins

Su su Isaac: dark grey t-shirt with blue wooden flying birds everywhere

Han Han Reuben: grey volcom wallet with astronauts holding a jewel and the words 'Houston, I think we have a volcom'

Nat: light satin blue butterfly-shaped jewellery or other things box with beads and sequins on the butterfly cover

Shann Shann Seth: Bean the movie (he'll get a bang out of it)

Baby Elysia (she's 4): fuchsia footless tights (for baby fairies)

I like to think that these presents will be special to them for a long time. Su Su got me something from the body shop and I guessed it immediately. The cranberry gift pack! Yummy. Darrel sent me a dvd in the mail and I won't open it till christmas but i've peeked and saw the letters ERIOD in the movie title, i think. Period? AsterOId? To be realistic and at the same time cosy, all i want to do this christmas is to watch loveactually with lots of food, and then snuggle up and continue reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. What will the 6 billion people in the world be doing on christmas day? What will my future husband be doing if he exists? What will bob dylan or paul be doing? What would holden be doing? One thing's for sure, the people watching over us (and everyone has some people watching over them, and the list increases as they grow older and more of their loved ones die or they start loving more dead people like john lennon) will be having a party up above.

die suckers

More rubies, more love

Last night i dreamt that claire died or was going to and it was horribly sad we went to the funeral before she even died at her huge mansion house that existed in my mind, and there was a band and big trees and park benches. Got bad dreams in hongkong, of things like not getting the rhythm of the drums right during a performance and my grandmother dying, which i haven't dreamt of in months.

Anyhow it's a few days to christmas and whatever really. Part of me is madly in love with christmas and the other part of me wants to puke. A few minutes ago i realised that i am completely sick of love songs. Why is that?

Nicest parts of hongkong:

Going to the busy lighted streets on the first night there with people dressed wildly and snugly
Taking the golden carousel in disneyland ("I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream...")

Finding old people playing mahjong in one of the few lighted windows as i looked out the hotel window at the really near hdbs outside one dark night

Annoying my sister with my brother

Eating dim sum in a super crowded place with lots of hongkong people having breakfast and shouting to hear each other

Taking the MTR

Crisp peppermint air

remembering that hongkong has LUSH when i saw it

Baddest parts of hongkong:

Realising that the lighted streets with that i liked so much on the first night was filled with shopping-obsessed crowds

Disneyland parade

When johnny fell on his face on the floor twice


Happy holidays, suckers.

going to hongkong

why don't you write me, i'm out in the jungle, i'm hungry to hear you

Nearly packed for hongkong with a tiny suitcase that is only half-filled. I absolutely love the satisfaction of all that empty space. This could be our last real family holiday with all of us going.

I always thought singtel was good until recently. We waited 10 minutes on the phone just to hear that we have to go down to activate overseas roam when you can do it through the phone for M1. We waited 2 hours at the singtel shop and of course my father was seething with rage and ranted in angry, breathy sentences to the young, dynamic looking people at the counter (as all local phone companies' staff look), who of course just replied with lots of 'sir's and PR smiles. The girl wore a singtel shirt that said 'season of surprises' and my father said 'yes. yes. season of surprises. give me this kind of surprise' or something like that muttered with force and anger. And when we walked away i turned back and the girl gossiped to the guy immediately, covering half her face with a paper. My father walked back to ask them something and she put on that tone again. Actually it might all have been better if the staff did not say sir or smiled obligingly as they did. Can't sales people just speak normally, why do they have to put on such a bloody pretence. Drives people nuts. It was terrible and we will be changing to M1 the moment the contract with singtel is over. In fact at that very outlet we went to today, some time ago, my brother (most impatient person ever) and father cancelled his singtel line on the spot when they were both seething with rage and walked over to M1. Can't stand the idea of insurance too. Had to talk to an insurance woman and the way she spoke was in that same way!! The whole sir-m'am-miss efficient and nice way. Help us all. I don't want to grow up and have the burden of facing the consequences of not filling in an insurance form properly or missing a line on a bill or contract.

Went with my father to the meeting about the house and they were finalising all the toilet tiles to me it just seemed like the same colours, oat and grey but there were so many variants and it was so fudging boring. The funny thing was they were putting in effort into matching those fudging boring colours. Different shades of grey, different shades of oat. Whats the difference? They're not lime or orange or blue or anything vaguely ALIVE and therefore they have no merit whatsoever. What's the house going to look like? A classy prison of marble. But I couldn't possibly tell them this when they asked for my opinion. Now after reading this whole post I know I'm sounding like a complaining moron, but it's just that acerbic kind of mood. The sourness in my heart needs some ranting. Things are too complicated (hate this word, sounds like gurgled intestines) when everything should just be simple.

And that is why I can't wait to take the plane in the morning. On planes, sitting there flying through the night sky, everything just seems simple and magical and it seems as if everything will not only be alright, but wonderful.

'Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to....'

red dwarf theme

Red dwarf theme song

It's cold outside
There's no kind of atmosphere
I'm all alone
More or less
Let me fly, far away from here
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie
Shipwrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh
Mango juice
Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
I'll pack my bags
And head into hyperspace
Velocity at time-warp speed
Spend my days in ultraviolet rays
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
We're locked on course
Straight through the universe
You and me
And the galaxy
Reached this stage, this hyperpathic age
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun

The most glorious tv series theme song. This is a really old comedy on BBC entertainment about 4 beings in space on board a spaceship called red dwarf. Lister is a spunky unhygienic guy with dreadlocks who was frozen for 3 million years during a radiation leak that killed everyone else at the start of the series. Cat is a genetically modified vain human-cat. Rimmer is a fussy ass deranged nerd hologram guy who was ressurected to prevent Lister from going mad. And Kryten is the humble, upbeat mechanoid who serves them. This and My Family and The Office are the best things on BBC prime. Hurray for tv that never fails.

Oh and I went to update my passport photo today, standing in line for one hour to take a bloody booth photo whereby the women operating it magnify the photo to smoothen blemishes and CHEEKBONES (?!) A boy in line begged his mother so hard for a sweet. A tough-looking chinese man in construction clothes and boots pacified his 2 toddler daughters while his wife queued up. Even little babies take photos with their mothers standing by the side holding up their fat sticky necks. The job of sitting there clicking and taking the photos would be nice. Some people look so honest in their passport photos, like this badass looking indian man who looked ever so handsome and kind in his photo. On the train a man (tourist?) put his special glasses to his eyes to have a better look at the pictures on the train till he realised he was looking at a condom ad of the most popular condom in japan. Then he looked around, saw me looking at him till I looked away pretending not to have noticed. And a little girl shouted in chinese that the statues of the wise men waiting to be set up along the wisma stretch were ugly. My family is slightly amazed that I cooked maggi mee for my brother late last night when he was hungry, and even had the sense to add eggs. WOW! Darn them.

a wednesday

Dammit i suck at Monopoly now even my twelve year old cousin beats me everytime. At least sai sai didn't cry today when she owed money. Things can get ugly during monopoly. The start of the game is always exciting when you choose the token (though we're only left with the ship, car, dog and boot) and hear it clinking merrily. Then it gets more exciting when it's time to plot what to buy. But this is where it confuses me. I get obsessed with the thought of owning park lane and mayfair and guffawing madly whenever they land there, till I'm never satisfied till I get those but it's so hard when everyone wants it and then tries to strike deals without even hearing each other out ("No way." "Give me eternal immunity") ARGH and though we go mad laughing throughout the game it ends in a tiring mess of crumpled waddles of colourful notes and splendid rows of colour coordinated cards and most sadly big red hotels that symbolize death when you're near. That is why things will get crazy-happier when iz buys SPONGEBOB MONOPOLY because the cover is big and yellow and the tokens are spongebob, patrick, mr krabs, SQUIDWARD (yes!! the scrooge can be squidward) and sandy ("sandy's a GIRL?!?!?!!!" spongebob said when she took off her astronaut suit to reveal a bikini) and a few random members (thick-lipped fish?) and when you play it i think it'll just feel like you're in spongebob world!!!! And everyone will go mad, and no children will feel the need to win because in spongebob world failure is funny and there will be no deliberation of actions just mad impulse. It is ever so tiring a game, where is my pictionary?!?!!!!

Anyhow i posted the invites today so check yer mailboxes tomorrow for some granny mail (darn forgot to scent it with intoxicating flower perfume). Don't forget your pearls and checkered socks and chunky shoes for the party. Try to match underwear too. You wouldn't feel too real going to the toilet in a granny skirt and cardigan only to see a thong when you pull down your heavy garments to pee. Oh yes, that's why gretchen suggested the diapers. Ah.....bless 'er. Won't even have to move that way, just do it in secret while playing chess or something. Help I'm getting carried away. But somebody save gretchen, she's getting carried away with that park person it's Harold and Maude all over again. Somebody appear in front of her someday who might set her heart blooming and face glowing so that the clouds will pause in their swirling for one millisecond before the soundtrack to her life plays "at last! my love has come along". And then wedding! and then babies! (more delirium) and then being sixty-four and meeting as real old grannies. it probably sounds stupid putting this into words but it must be incredible seeing your friends get married. Incredible in a help me i'm going to cry and laugh like a mad cow way. Imagining everyone's weddings is just so sweetly uplifting and heavenly. It's a girl's daydream. But everyone, dream away! Because all this is going to happen someday to some of us, and when it does, if we're watching from the aisles, we'll clutch each other with hankies and flowers and girly screams waiting to jump out from our throats. "Oh!!! She's getting married!!!!!"

........

Someone save me from all this insane daydreaming.

how does the moon shine

How does the moon shine
How does the wind howl

amelie

the days

Someone came to me in a dream

So when I wrote 'la mer' in the sand labyrinth that we obsessively dugand ruby got mad with iz for being obsessed with building defences so the rising tide wouldn't wash out our mountain and knee deep hole (with inner walls, no less), when the both of us were already done with our determination, he looked at 'la mer' and said 'lamer' and laughed at iz, called him an asshole. The lamer clenched a ball of wet sand, his body vibrating, his eyes shut tight and his lips pinched, and turned around and threw the sand at ruby. It splattered a little on me like diarrhoea so I didn't really see how ruby pushed iz after saying the f word. After the whole thing they were tired and sullen. Boys.

The night is scary and thrilling. More and more I wake up every night to some sort of a deep orange world where the glow of a lamp is not light and luminous but heavy and dreadful. It is easy to be filled, like dark blue water in a sea with steady currents, by thoughts that are engulfing, dramatic, exotic, exaggerated, frightening, lush. It's easy to lie there passively allowing the thoughts to come and yet actively thinking them up with yourself being the ceaseless master endlessly and manically throwing things into a potent mixture. And it's tiring going through it but even though it can be sadness and loneliness and fear in the middle of the night, in your own safe haven, I'm guess I'm glad for me active brain. So when I wake up to a plain paper-bland morning, the ol' brain still swirls with the haunts of the night.

beautiful bodies in the night

these curtains were billowing gloriously in the wind like from some roman stone castle

trees and cycling

obsessive digging

discoveries

Monday's discoveries:

I thought simon was garfunkel and vice-versa and how could i. It's just that the lovely curly hair seemed like a simon thing and the short limp hair seemed like a garfunkel thing with the bizarre name Art to go with it. Anyway Art turns out to be short for Arthur and Garfunkel was in Catch-22 which was on hbo today and at the end yossarian rowed away on a tiny bright yellow inflatable boat. Yossarian Lives.

Lex is short for Alexander. Lex sounds like a punk with tattoos and piercings, but maybe that's only cause Lex Van de burg from survivor africa was like that. Anyhow, such a name.

Isaac means 'laughing man' and actually he is.

Elysia (the baby's name) means blissful and she is bliss.

Another silly discovery:

Dr. Evil is actually a parody of a James Bond villian with a white siamese cat and who also looks like a psycho.

And can you ever get enough of these lines from the song Dr. Evil:

When your name is Evil that is good or so you think, but you're so very wrong, it's evil, but being wrong is right so then you're good again, which is the evilest thing of all.

Oh, what sense......!

(And p.s. fran drescher over oprah anytime!!!!!!!)

sunday

SUNDAY AFTERNOONS ARE ROMANTIC

For so long and since I was young, they remind me of: garage sales, families at thomson plaza, grocery shopping, pumping petrol, visiting old houses, couples in shabby clothes and spectacles driving their cars and holding hands. And in recent years: staying home lazing around, the smell of desiree's old house, pink and blue flowers in garden vases, john lennon, watching gilmore girls in the dark, the ballad of john and yoko.

Yesterday the baby miraculously went into the big pool, a big achievement in her 4 years of life. And she was like a mad turtle, very scared, and everyone (all the other cousins and sister) wanted to claim possession of it and carry her. Everyone kept going 'Yaaaaaay' and 'Baby so pro!' 'Baby so pro right?!' and crowding around her. Later she clung to my neck with me floating backwards and her legs kicking and she laughed and gurgled like mad and went delirious when we went near what i told her was the stream of urine (water feature). Seth was like stitch/crazy frog with crooked teeth, big ears and blue goggles. I love Saturday nights.

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