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Friday, June 11, 2004

The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I just watched that today, finally! We sat in the third row and they were the best front seats i've got, they were so good i felt somewhat like it was a home movie unravelling in front of me nicely. it's a queer movie with a curious attraction, and i loved it.

The tsd a levels are over, unbelievably. did not feel like the a levels very much, they just felt like they had to work out and they just, well, ended. Mr Pym (and oh my god, i only found out on the exam day that it is PYM not PIMP because no one ever told me and it was always that way in my mind) is highly highly adorable, which is odd, I never expected myself to have such an impression of my tsd a level examiner. he wears nice lightly striped shirts with black pants and big black buckle man shoes with spectacles and 2 peculiar eyes that cannot quite focus. the left eye looks left, the right eye looks right, and all in all, his walk makes him seem like a tranquilized giraffe trying to walk right, and is highly adorable!!!!!!!! the ministry people look like midgety morons next to him. he smiled at me a few times and it's always nice when he smiles at the candidate during the question and answer session.

during that whole period i lay in the hammock a lot, which was lovely. it's an army green army hammock zhan hui bought and it's hung at the staircase at the workshop corridor, meaning the view you get is somewhat this twisted perspective of the bottom of the next flight of stairs and a little up the stairs. hammocks must be the nicest places to sleep in! it conforms to your shape.

anyhow, the movie made me very happy, for some reason. happy but not widly so, just quietly smilingly so.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

the holidays have begun. now time for another attempt, probably succesful, at trying to make my holiday as flamboyantly fun as possible in this little country.

i just told my auntie and uncle about the virgin suicides and lolita. and when he heard lolita he said it sounds like a sick book, to which i instinctively replied, 'i like sick books', surprising myself. at which they obviously said dont influence my son, and what's so great about dying, and laughed at my comment and said it was sick that a middle aged man should like girls 9 to 14 years old and call them nymphets. i find that fascinating! and quite glorious. oh, how sick.

a few months ago i remember it hitting me that it is very very odd that so much sexual energy goes on around us everyday, all the time, in ads, people and everything and yet we are not having any of it! odd that it just hit me then and now i cant seem to get back the understanding for that feeling.

plans for the holidays! STUDY. WILD WILD WET (that pathetic silly name for a water amusement park). SHOPPING. SWIMMING. READING. RELAXING. LYING ON A HAMMOCK. BUYING A HAMMOCK. COMMUNICATING. EATING BAZHANG. PACK ROOM. DO THINGS TO ROOM BEFORE RENOVATION. SLEEPOVERS. BEING DELIRIOUS.
i will start studying full swing on monday. it cant be that hard, maths is easy, econs is quite understandable, gp needs some practice and literature begs enjoyment and understanding. easy peasy, lemon squeezy, i hope!

my father is not open to plans to madly shave his head on fathers' day, my mother said it will not make him happy. i really should dye his hair red as he sleeps, but he is a light sleeper, otherwise, i really really...wouldnt mind! it might just be the most exciting thing to happen in his entire life! he'd go mad when he wakes up, of course, and dye it straight back, but then, he might like its thrill and keep it, but i am sure that has a one in a thousand chance only.

today my feet stink, they smell like shit, feel mushy and rotful, so i couldnt take out my socks during the movie. just taking out my feet from my shoes, i had to carefully wave them about to slightly disperse the smell a bit. my toenails seem to gather toe dirt that really smell like pugnent(?) shit whenever i try to dig it out!! satisfyingly grotesque.

today desiree asked me, if i could choose to lead the life of ANY fictional character from a show or movie, who would i choose? i thought of phoebe from friends first, but then we realised her horriying past (gave birth to brothers' triplets as brother had no wife to do so, on 5th birthday, her mother went out to sell blood to bring money for the family). then i thought of malcom in the middle! and settled on that for the time being. he lives with his annoying but lovable brothers and parents, aint that nice. maybe kate hudson in 'almost famous'.

anyhow, i havent been in this odd unsettled settled peaceful anxious slightly intrigued mood for a long time. i speak of myself oddly in the third person, or rather, 2 and a half person! i shall go off and contemplate the eternal sunshine and read sick books with this sick mind. it's nice being sick and delirious (in the different senses of that) the virgin suicides:

we went outside with our hair wet in the hopes of catching flu ourselves so that we might share in their delirium.

have a holly jolly holiday and INDULGE in the most expensive of food (freshly blended strawberry juice with ice, cinnamon coated long warm sticks of sweet flour: CHURROS), the sickest of books (lolita, maybe), the loveliest of exercises (swimming), the most exciting of things (haircuts, water amusement parks) and perhaps, the glory of studying!!!!!!

moled at 6/11/2004 05:02:00 AM

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