Friday, October 29, 2004
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Out of the orange coloured, purple stripes, pretty green polka-dot sky
Oh, if everyone on the train would just speak to each other, and give off feelings of peace and love, chat about their lives, what are they doing, where they are going, share titbits of information just openly and unawkwardly with the strangers (fellow human beings), train rides would not be so lonely, miserable, depressing and emotional. just seeing strangers staring into space, staring at each other, it is extremely odd, that we are all...beings, yet everyone is being so awkward, distant, alone. i truly think this so.
the best of my day today was being at kinokuniya at the music/photograhy section and reading a book about ALL the beatles' songs, some very briefly how each came about, and about the recording and sales and stories behind the songs. i learnt, for example, that lucy in the sky with diamonds was possibly not about lsd, but actually originated from johnny (lennon)'s love for alice in wonderland and the place and images in it and one day julian, his son, drew a picture of his classmate lucy with diamonds calling it lucy in the sky with diamonds. and here comes the sun was written by george after a bad period in his life with drugs, arrest and obsession with rigid practising of the sitar, and after he dropped all that, he picked up his guitar again and strummed with love and as the book said, you can sense that he has found a lost love and is happy and passionate.
i also saw a book 'long way round' by ewan mcgregor and his friend charley (was it?) and they travelled around the world on motorbikes (both bike enthusiasts) after ewan mcgregor one day anlysed a map and found out it was possible! they travelled across big fields and plains and mountains together and visited mongolian people and children. amazing!
(during pw we watched days of our lives, and iron chef, and it was hilarious and utterly stupid!!!!)
I AM A DROP OF BLOOD. I AM A PRECIOUS JEWEL. I AM RUBY LENNOX.
moled at 10/29/2004 05:00:00 AM
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again.
I watched the Terminal, and I feel at peace with the world. It was lovely and perfect, the squishy biscuits, man of msytery, red suits, hugo boss, escalators, airport, planes, flap technology information board, toilets, gate 67, theme from a summer place, aftershave, aeroplanes.
Today, on my comment that father should not wear loose underwear, my sister said in a dewey-way,
'all my underwear is loose except for the one i am wearing now.' and then my mother informed me that my sister one day walked around the house till her underwear fell. today she also gave me 155 cents worth of money in 1 cent, 5 cent and 10 cent coins, very happy that i can use the coins to take buses. she always walks into my room and i always know she is about to shyly ask me to give her something. she also scolded my mother for stepping on her handkerchief 'hanker', thereby injuring it, while viciously waving around the other handkerchief 'hankoo'. i hate the names she gives those things. bear is called bearin. bolster is baobee. mother is mamua. father is puppy. i am jieji, brother, is korkee. sleep is 'sleep sleep!'
i restored the golden mustard splendour today, and only left nails are perfect. my back is aching and my father tells me sarcastically that it is kidney disease. i don't think i'd mind working at an airport. i think i'd love it! uh-oh, granny is on her way to feed me apples. i can hear her. ah, she knocks. fully dentured and clothed in transparent pyjamas. my childhood was spent with my brother and grandmother. ha, ha. once she told me, in this very room, once the playroom, cream-coloured and with gigantic colourful dirty sofa, that she had to stop going to school when she was 9 because she was too poor and she'd listen in secretly. and i, cried, and, pretended, that, i yawned. another time, here, she was taking a nap while i choked on a mentos, and i was going to die, and i coughed it up. it sounds boring, but it was traumatising.
i am wondering, who is reading this? if you are still soaking in this royal summer place tell me in the guestbook. it would be marvellous if it turns out i was ranting to no one in particular! just little me, living in the royal summer and talking to myself among poppy fields, on and on. why shouldn't we lead deluded happy hedonistic lives, being dreamy and floaty and sailing along. or why shouldn't we lead big mad clear focused fun lives, like steven spielberg.
crocodile rock and twist and shout and wild thing and do wah diddy diddy and do you believe in magic and at last all seem such innocent 60s 70s songs. the innocence and simplicity is amazing. oh, such a contrast with my dramatic sequence. anyway shaun called me a curly-haired caucasian pedophile some time ago. anyway, goodnight.
moled at 10/24/2004 05:58:00 AM
