Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

this must be one of the worst sort of sundays, i did nothing but mope around, organise music, read, watch gilmore girls, do some maths, feel like strangling my sister for constantly deliberately speaking in a babyish tone and saying 'huh-kis' to my parents, which means hug kiss. absolutely revolting.
i am starting to find my own impulsiveness quite amusing. i wanted to finish off the 5 pages of my diary just now (a very special diary indeed, the fastest i have ever used up a diary! in less than a month! it will be the adorable tutuman diary) about what has happened to me the past few days, when i felt very very hot and sweaty and in need of the toilet so i decided, oh, i might as well sink into utter utter sweatiness for the hell of it, so i took everything i needed for a bath with my diary to the toilet, used it, and befor bathing poised myself on the toilet seat (covered) and finished up the rest of the lovely diary! then i realised my diary was my greatest source of comfort because i somehow treat it somewhat like a person. which in essence means that i am my greatest source of comfort. anyhow, the neighbour's little kids were playing catching downstairs and it was nice listening to them run around.
then i bathed. the whole day i had become slightly obsessed with LUSH. LUSH, the most splendid shop i have ever been to and a place i would love to work at (which is a rare thing for me to say). it is a shop i discovered in australia last december. you walk into a shop filled with slabs upon slabs of soap, round balls of bath ballistics that explode under the tap, bottles of soaps or creams and all with names like SLAMMER, MADONNA, DREAM CREAM, HAPPY FOR SAD and everything, even these things you freeze and use in the mornings to wash yourself for a truly cold and refreshing bath! the staff are so friendly and eager, they let you try soaps and tell you about their own experience with the soap and everything. my auntie bought me slammer cos i asked her to, and today i read thru the entire newsletter showing their products! everything inside makes me so happy!!!! the descriptions are divine! here's one! introduction to the bar of soaps section: there are those who think that a bath is hardly worth running if it isn't going to be crowned with a fluffy mound of bubbles and those who prefer theirs to be full of luxurious essential oils. so what if we were to invite you to enjoy a bath with both essential oils and masses of fragrant froth? heaven in the comfort of your own bathroom? we think so! crumble a slice under the runnin bath water to achieve divine bathtime bliss.
ISN'T IT JUST DIVINE????????????
anyway, i was talking about my little impulsive actions. after obsessing with lush the whole day, (which i think is partly because i LOVE smells and smelling) i saw that my fussy grandmother had rearranged all the bath bottles in the toilet and i did the most assertive thing i did all day: rearrange it back! it was all orangey and green, what with mango smoothie shower gel, slammer, mandarin orange bubble bath, tea tree oil (which i keep only to smell for comfort), and shokobutsu and all. ahhhhhh... i love bathes.
then i spent about less than an hour choosing a picture to paste on the cover of my diary! one hour! i eventually decided on a punk bathing in a lovely white bathtub and whistling. and then i realised that i really enjoy designing things like deciding what to do for this week's page of my organiser or what to paste on my diary to convey the exact mood i am feeling, which led me to think that perhaps i could be a designer next time! i am obsessed with atmosphere when it comes to describing things. carol says i am extremely precise and use a lot of detail, but that is mostly because i am obsessed with conveying the correct mood and feeling.
anywa after all that i suddenly had an urge to do work! and so i did econs.
all this seems to be a psycho-analysis of myself interjected with glorious soap descriptions and splendid sunday baths.

i am listening to the beegees' live concert. i got slightly depressed after reading a bit about the beatles quarreling, i dont like hearing those things at all!!!! its horrible. i want them to be happy forever.
tomorrow i am going to own my own copy of the beatles' classic black and white photographs from 1964 to 1966. i am happiest typing or writing about things oh so glorious or marvellous, like LUSH or baths or late nights.
HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

moled at 7/25/2004 07:06:00 AM

be a goldmember.
i can see into your past, madame mary.

HELLO, STRANGER! Zach Braff