Saturday, October 23, 2004
Pink Martini: Hang On Little Tomato
On this stormy night. Oh! No longer stormy! I spent half an hour in a deluding bath! Baths are deluding and they are boiling hot. I bathe only in boiling hot satisfying warm water that creates steam. It is very lovely to drink and to soak in a running stream of. I am able to stare into space for a few minutes, thinking, making up situations, imagining, in a stationary position in the bathtub. In a bath you can have a bubble bath, rush with water by taking an extra-fast bath, smell soap, obsessively smell soap, mix soaps, clean yourself, smell yourself, rub yourself with soap till the smell sinks in, lather your hair and see how it feels, make shapes with the bubbles on your head, lie down in the water, wash between your toes, see yourself in the mirror with a wet face, sing, cry, talk, think, kill yourself by drowning, drink water and read labels on shampoos and soaps. Ah, the sensual joy of baths.
I was most happy today when dear dentured granny gave me 50 dollars to buy a bra and told me not to come home without one, so I bought the green and purple, barney sesame street one, topped with an awkward conversation with a shop manager. I hate trying to be nice to shop assistants, wretched smiling creatures with eager eyes peering from behind metal-framed spectacles.
There must be more to leisure than shopping, eating, reading, movies. There must be THE GREAT OUTDOORS, spying, stalking, tricking, health, exercise. I will spend a day being a spy. I am getting increasingly afraid of coming to a conclusion that I am bored of my life, which is the worse thing anyone can say. A few years ago I thought I'd never say that, and I thought anyone who said that must be an utter fool. But I attribute it now to a stagnant state of mind, so odd and stagnant I find myself unable to enjoy the simplest things, and being critical of the littlest things. This is why I want to stop being negative starting this holiday season. I want to be able to jump out of bed every morning.
Oh, enough of me. but there is nothing else i feel like talking about HERE but me. Listen to this, if you can actually listen to it. DREAMY JAZZ GRAMMOHPONE SONG BY PINK MARTINI.
The sun has left and forgotten me
It's dark, i cannot see
Why does this rain pour down?
I'm gonna drown
In a sea...of confusion
BLAH BLAH
You gotta hold on, hold on through the night
Hang on, things will be all right
Even when it's dark
And not a bit of sparkling
Sing-song sunshine from above
Spreading rays of sunny love- just
Hang on, hang on to the vine
Stay on, soon you'll be divine
If you start to cry, look up to the sky
Something's coming up ahead
To turn your tears to dew instead
And so I hold on to this advice
When change is hard and not so nice
If you listen to your heart the whole night through
Your sunny someday will come one day soon to you
The lyrics sound rather tragic and depressing! But it is not, and it is called hang on little tomato, from the new pink martini cd called hang on little tomato, with a man laughing holding a laughing baby high up against a light turquoise background.
DIVINE holidays await (aboard the loveliest vehicle, an aeroplane, on christmas eve night and christmas morning, amidst darkness, stars and clouds, with movies, games, food and singapore girls -singapore girl, it's a great way to fly, baby. yes, hedonistic and divine and LUSH hours of my short short life) as i continue living out my hippy dream, peace.
moled at 10/23/2004 08:13:00 AM
Friday, October 22, 2004
THE DANGEROUS LIVES OF ALTAR BOYS
And he got killed by a cougar, who bit his neck after he thought it was safe and impulsively jumped into the cougar enclosure. from the moment i bought the vcd, i dreaded that bit of the movie but when it came i wholeheartedly enjoyed it in fear. oh, movies. i am building up a little collection, and now my obsession is PURCHASING the royal tenenbaums-nowhere stocks up on this intriguing classic!!!!!
oh yay, my final results are BBCC, and i know i'm supposed to be rather thrilled, but i'm just fine. if anything it makes me think more of what to do in the future, which relates to my TSD A LEVEL INDIVIDUAL SKILL, a dramatic sequence, a very concept-based thing but also an 8-minute full piece of theatre which is highly challenging.
I am obsessed with it. There can't be any other way, of course. I don't want to stop being obsessed with it, I just want to be healthily obsessed with it. Maybe when I get the FULL idea can I truly be satisfied, delighted and excited and able to psyche my juniors up with the celebration of hippy culture and everything to do with it. I think I will name it 'Let's Lick Lennon's Lemons'. And it is about whether hedonism, a branch of paganism(where the belief is being in touch with nature, a very instinctive, pleasure-seeking, but not harming the earth sort of way of life), can be a way of life, explored in the piece through the 1960s hippy culture and hippy dream. AH, YES. And the opening will be a red room, my heaven, with me in a bathtub, bubbles, flowers everywhere, beatles posters everywhere, intoxicating perfume, costumes, accessories, possibly planets and stars hung from the ceiling, and 'lucy in the sky with diamonds', the queer drugged beatles version, will play. From the opening scene, the possibilities are endless, and I have quite roughly worked out a sequence of events. Ah, my little group of drugged hippy friends will have to speak dreamily, drugged, stupidly. 'C'mon, man. If you're a hippy, you gotta have thick, long locks, just like a wad of pubic hair, baby. Peace.' Very exciting times!!!!!!
Self-absorbed and self-centered people are usually very irritating. Most girls like to talk about their lives, themselves, what they are doing, how they are feeling, what they think about themselves etc. etc. This is especially irritating when they explore their uniqueness through conversing with others. I suppose my most annoying trait is my occasional mood swing.
Oh yes, how is my dramatic sequence related to the future. since it is about the hippy dream, i get very confused when I am trying to decide on my piece's base concept and conclusion, because i tend to relate it to myself. i know i am living a hippy dream when i think that i can spend my life backpacking, but then again i know it is possible! if only i could win the lottery!!!! big sweep!!!!!!! i will have the luck for this, nature and destiny will be on my side, because it is so important to me that it cannot possibly go against me! this is perhaps how hippies dream their lives away. anyhow other things in life in the future are theatre, professional percussionist, business, advertising, wedding planner, event planner. answering desiree's philosophical question of her day if i had to choose someone in class to switch personalities, past, present and future with, it will be conan.
i'd like to be a spy, too. i cannot help but talk about myself all throughout this. i just do not feel like talking about anyone else in my life. except that mister harris looks like john lennon and has green, not old-man-gray eyes. or that my grandmother wears blue suede high heels. or maybe that i actually miss my maid after staying over somewhere else last night, my maid who will stay in a 400 square foot house for 2 years of her tough life. instead of being like the imbecilic teenagers around me, selfish and living in utter luxury. my emotional aim this holiday is to stop being so negative, just critical, but not pessimistic. it's the worst disease.
Paisley swirled holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
moled at 10/22/2004 04:41:00 AM
